The Sleeper's Wrath and His Wife's Strike novel Chapter 80

In every life—past and present—she’d always been terrified of Yves. He was intimidating enough when silent, but somehow, when he spoke, it was even worse.

After watching the video, Yves let out a low chuckle. Turning to Lindsay with the air of a proud parent, he said, “Not bad. But you could be more aggressive with your footwork—show some force. If you break anything, I’ll take the blame.”

Lindsay couldn’t help but laugh. “Aren’t you basically teaching me to misbehave?”

He grinned. “I’m teaching you to defend yourself.”

She nodded, her eyes steady. “They want to mess with me? Not a chance.” After what she’d suffered before, she’d learned never to let her guard down again.

Yves turned his gaze to Lester. “Since you seem to enjoy watching a good fight, why don’t I give you a show you’ll never forget?”

The words had barely left his mouth.

Naomi instinctively took several steps back, dread prickling at her scalp. She wanted nothing more than to bolt from the room.

“Yves, what are you talking about?” Lester demanded, genuinely confused.

Yves flicked his eyes toward his bodyguards. They understood immediately. Two of them strode forward and seized Naomi.

Lester’s heart lurched. He rushed to intervene, but another bodyguard blocked his path.

As the bodyguards advanced on her, Naomi crumpled to the floor, her legs giving out as panic overtook her. She burst into tears, but even her sobs couldn’t spare her from a harsh beating.

“Please… don’t—!”

She was utterly defenseless—hurting her was as effortless as swatting a fly.

Lester’s eyes went bloodshot as he watched, powerless to help. He struggled against the iron grip holding him back, forced to witness the woman he cared for most reduced to a bruised and battered mess.

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