Shattered Rose He Held On Tight novel Chapter 288

Chapter 288 How Did You End Up Like This?

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A sharp, split branch and a handful of leaves snapped against Quinton’s face just as someone crashed into him, hitting him right where he was most vulnerable. He froze, completely dazed, his face twisted in pain.

Then Claudia’s anxious voice rang out, “Winnie, stop hitting Quinton! Even if Quinton doesn’t love you, you’re still husband and wife!”

Next came the sound of a heavy ashtray smacking into Winnie’s forehead.

“Oh my god, Quinton, you went too far! What if Winnie’s head gets split open? The Lloyds have people here tonight!”

“Quinton Romero!” Winnie shouted, pure fury in her voice.

A loud slap echoed in the room, followed by the sound of fingernails scraping skin.

Then came the sound of glass shattering.

Papers flew, chairs toppled, and people stumbled.

There was the sound of fabric tearing.

After that came the sounds of choking, kicking, and fists flying.

“Winnie, you’re crazy!”

“Quinton, I’ll kill you! How dare you lay your hand on me?”

“Enough! Stop it! You bitch!”

“Fine, let’s go down together! Quinton, you’re not even a man!”

“Stop fighting! Stop it! Winnie!”

Meanwhile, the party outside was filled with bright lights and cheerful music from the

orchestra.

But in the pitch–black room, chaos filled every corner, voices rising and falling with raw

emotion.

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Chapter 288 How Did You End Up Like This?

The maids waiting outside trembled at the commotion and the screams from inside.

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One maid crept over to Yasmin. “Are you sure Ms. Lancaster went in to break up the fight? It sounds even worse now.”

Yasmin bit her lip, nervous. “I guess so. Maybe even Ms. Lancaster can’t handle Mr. Quinton and Mrs. Winnie.”

A male servant hesitated. “Should we go in and check on them?”

“No way!” Yasmin said sternly. “Ms. Lancaster told us not to. Do you want to get in trouble with Mr. Sterling?”

“But…” someone said nervously. “If Ms. Lancaster gets hurt, we’re doomed.”

If Mr. Quinton or Mrs. Winnie end up in the hospital, nobody will care. But if Ms. Lancaster comes out with a scratch, Mr. Sterling will probably skin us alive.

The maids and servants shivered.

Some of them started to regret ever calling Claudia in.

Still, Yasmin said with an unwavering resolve, “No, we listen to Ms. Lancaster.”

Everyone exchanged uneasy looks, counting down the ten minutes in agony.

Inside the room, Claudia flexed her sore hands and feet, breathless from her “peacemaking”

effort.

She checked the time and gauged the positions of Quinton and Winnie, who were finally running out of steam.

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