Chapter 8
Those men’s faces instantly turned white as paper, their legs going weak as they instinctively looked toward Sage, hoping she’d say something.
They dropped to their knees with thuds, tears and snot flowing, looking helplessly toward Sage.
“Sage! Save us! We were doing it all for you!”
But Sage could barely protect herself, cowering and not daring to lift her head.
“perfect.
“Perfect.” Sterling’s lips curved into an icy arc, like a judge passing sentence.
“Since you love licking so much, you can do it yourselves. Right now, get on your knees. Lick up every single drop of that wine on the floor, without missing any.”
“Mr. Whitmore…” one man was so scared he nearly wet himself.
“We were wrong! We were blind! Please…”
“Too late.”
Sterling cut him off, his tone brooking no argument: “Either lick, or I’ll make sure your entire families spend the rest of their lives licking prison floors. Your choice.”
Under Sterling’s absolute power, dignity and face became nothing but jokes.
The men looked ashen, glancing at each other, and finally, under overwhelming terror, they dropped to their knees one after another with thuds, trembling like dogs as they shamefully buried their faces into the ice–cold carpet mixed with glass shards and expensive liquor.
“LICK!” Sterling commanded coldly.
They didn’t dare disobey, sticking out their tongues like the most degraded animals, beginning to lick.
The strong alcohol mixed with carpet dust and glass fragments choked them until tears and snot flowed, but they didn’t dare stop.
Sage watched her people’s fate and was so terrified she shook like a leaf, gripping Reed’s arm tightly.
Reed’s face was also iron–gray, his fists clenched, unable to help speaking up:
“Sterling, don’t you think you’re going too far!”
Sterling completely ignored him.
Instead, he turned to the hotel manager, his voice returning to its usual calm but carrying unquestionable authority.
“Tally up the damages, ten times compensation. Put it on Sage Whitmore’s, Reed’s, and her friends‘ accounts. As for this Miss Sage…”
He glanced at the colorless Sage-
“I recall the Whitmore family never acknowledged your identity? A bastard child born from a maid who climbed into master’s bed, using the Whitmore family’s scraps to act high and mighty here, daring to humiliate my wife?”
Hearing this, Sage felt like she’d fallen into an ice pit–her most shameful secret had been exposed in front of everyone.
Her lips trembled as she wanted to defend herself but couldn’t make a sound.
The cronies who were licking alcohol off the floor looked up in shock.
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Chapter 8
“What? You’re just some maid’s daughter, what have you been pretending to be all this time!”
“Are you fucking kidding me? We offended the Lynn Corporation heiress because of some maid’s daughter–God, I’m such an idiot!”
“A homewrecker’s daughter, no wonder she always likes seducing other people’s boyfriends, disgusting!”
Sage realized her whole persona was crumbling.
She wanted to explain to Sterling that it was just an innocent mistake.
But Sterling had no interest in hearing her explanations and directly instructed his assistant:
“I originally thought this was just family dirty laundry not worth airing, but today she really crossed the line.”
“Take the surveillance footage of her mother climbing into bed back then, plus all the evidence of her secretly selling Whitmore family property on secondhand websites over the years, organize it, and send it to the police immediately. Press charges for theft.”
The assistant immediately responded: “Yes, Mr. Whitmore.”
“NO!” Sage let out a desperate scream–she knew what this meant!
“You can’t do this, I’m still Dad’s flesh and blood, Dad definitely won’t agree to you doing this!”
Sterling just let out a dismissive laugh.
“You mean MY dad? You do know that the real power of the family business is in my mother’s hands, don’t you?”
After hearing this, Sage stood frozen in place.
She completely understood–she was finished!
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