Chapter 182
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Just the thought of having accidentally swallowed that filth made them gag anew. They had no clue how long they’d been vomiting when an ear-piercing honk shattered the chaos behind them.
“What the hell is wrong with you? Parked smack in the middle of the road! You wanna get yourself killed?”
“If you wanna die, we don’t! Ugh—what is that smell?”
“Wait… no way—that’s sewage, isn’t it?”
“Ugh… You people are sick! Who the hell just stops in the middle of traffic to bathe in shit?”
A few drivers crawled out of their cars, only to recoil instantly, gagging, faces twisted in pure disgust.
The pink sports car ahead was a nightmare: splattered from bumper to roof with slimy, dripping filth. Its once-bright paintwork was barely visible beneath the stinking mess.
But the real horror? The two women inside, drenched head to toe in sewage, the muck dripping and oozing from every inch of their clothes and hair.
Just looking at them made stomachs churn. Nobody wanted to get close enough to catch the putrid smell that clung like a toxic cloud. With the road completely blocked, a line of cars piled up behind them, horns blaring in frustration. Phones came out—click, click—as people snapped pictures, holding their breath to avoid gagging.
“Holy crap, since when did shit become a fetish?”
“Drowning in literal crap. What kind of freakshow is this?”
“No way—I’m posting this. My friends have to see these ‘shit-girls’ live and in color!”
“Wait—is that a Ferrari LaFerrari? Like, worth thirty million? What a total waste, soaking in sewage like that!”
𝑭𝒊𝒓𝒔𝒕 𝒖𝒑𝒍𝒐𝒂𝒅: ⲅ𝗮𝗅𝖓𝗈ν𝖊𝗅𝘀․𝖼𝗈𝗆
“The paint’s barely visible under all that muck. You think the factory will fix it? Bet it’ll cost a fortune.”
“Looks like they were getting revenge… Check it out—the wheels are gone!”
Speculation buzzed through the crowd, but Thea and Katie barely heard. They covered their faces desperately, silently begging no one would get a clear shot to post online. Humiliation beyond words. Not only were their wheels missing, but their phones were smashed to bits. No way to call for help. No escape.
Thea finally crumbled, sobbing uncontrollably—her charmed life shattered in an instant by this humiliating nightmare.
Katie had been holding back—steady, strong—until Thea’s raw wails broke through her defenses. Tears spilled freely down her cheeks as she joined the chorus of grief.
“When I find out who did this, I’ll skin them alive!” Thea screamed between sobs.
Katie’s voice dropped low, fierce with rage. “Those twisted maniacs… when we catch them, I’ll make them beg for death.”
Nothing short of savage vengeance would quell the fire raging inside them now.
Meanwhile, inside the sleek, dimly lit CEO’s office of the Scott Group’s branch, “Mr. Scott, it’s done.” Edwin set a tablet down on the polished desk, its screen glowing with a damning photo of Thea and Katie, drenched in filth, broken and exposed.
Dylan lifted the device, flicking through the images with an air of cold detachment—satisfied, but not nearly enough.
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