Spoil Me More, Dear Huaband

The Bentley followed the concrete road forward for five minutes, turned right into a much narrower side road, and then pulled up in front of a small two-story cottage.

The driver got out of the car and walked over to open the door for Bowen Carter while Tess Baker opened the door herself and got out.

She looked around, it was just plain rural and relatively isolated.

And in addition to private cars, the buses here are only available at the location of the village entrance three or four miles away from here, so it’s not inconvenient to talk about transportation, but it’s really not convenient either.

What did Bowen Carter bring her here for?

Tess Baker’s face instantly drained of blood at the thought of the small cottage where he had once held her captive.

Did Bowen Carter want to keep her prisoner?

Tess Baker gulped, glanced at Bowen Carter, and took an uncontrollable step backward, trying to escape.

“Tess Baker,” Bowen Carter said as he suddenly turned his head to look at her, his handsome face, as always, devoid of unnecessary expression.

Tess Baker, however, felt a touch of eeriness under his eyes and couldn’t help but take another step back.

If Bowen Carter did move her here, won’t Mike and Linda be able to find her?

Bowen Carter’s heart ached at the sight of her wary look, and he took a few steps forward, took her hand, and led her toward the small second-story cottage.

“Bowen Carter,” Tess Baker asked without moving, her face white as a sheet, “what did you bring me here for?”

“You’ll see in a minute.” Bowen Carter watched a strand of hair fall around her ear and naturally helped her pin it behind her ear.

When his hand touched Tess Baker’s ear, she got goosebumps all over her body and took a step back with a frown.

Bowen Carter’s eyes flashed forlornly, but quickly returned to their normal state.

Tess Baker followed him, blushing hard as hell as she entered the cottage and made her way to the second floor balcony. She had something on her mind and kept her head down, not even in the mood to survey her surroundings.

“Look there.” Bowen Carter’s voice suddenly rang in his ears.

The hot breath he exhaled swirled all the way down Tess Baker’s cochlea, and her spine tightened as she inclined her head to pull away from him.

Bowen Carter’s eyes darkened a bit and moved away.

Tess Baker rubbed her earlobe before looking to where he was talking about. The two stood on the second floor, with a quick glance at everything in the yard of the bungalow next door.

And at that moment, three people were standing in the yard.

A young man in a wheelchair, a middle-aged woman with a disheveled hair and a messy description, and a middle-aged woman who has already started the spring but is wearing a fake mink and a gold necklace that she doesn’t know if it’s real or not.

Tess Baker watched for a while before she recognized the one in the wheelchair as Staphen Baker and the cloaked figure as her adoptive mother.

They have lost a lot of weight in this period of time, their cheekbones protruding and their eyes are lifeless, and that arrogance is only cowering and resentment, just like a different person.

As for the exaggeratedly dressed woman, Tess Baker also knew her, it was one of her adoptive mother’s foxy friends, who loved to take advantage of small advantages and had a shady nature, not a good person.

“I raised a total of sixteen native chickens in my yard, how come there are only fifteen left? Did you two goddamned bastards steal them?” The woman had a cross face and kicked Staphen Baker and THE BAKER’S MOTHER directly as she spoke.

The two people who used to be very arrogant lowered their heads and didn’t say a word.

“You’re the ones who stole the food, aren’t you?” The woman copied a wooden stick that she didn’t know what it was for and swung it right up at THE Baker’s mother and Staphen Baker.

the Baker’s mother was beaten and lay on the ground wailing, but did not dare to hide, just kept shouting don’t hit don’t hit, and kept begging for mercy.

Staphen Baker’s sunken eyes were filled with fear and resentment as he spun his wheelchair fast and ran for the door.

“Trying to run in front of my mother, don’t want to live motherfucker!” The woman cursed and chased after him, yanking Staphen Baker by the hair from behind and flipping him straight to the ground.

She swung her stick as hard as she could at him, cursing as she beat-

“Do people like you deserve to eat the local chickens I raise?”

“Two days without beating you and this old bitch, are you treating me like a wimp?”

Staphen Baker at first just held his head and took the beating, but I don’t know which of the woman’s words pricked his nerves, and he suddenly let go of his head and cursed at the top of his voice–

“You’re the fucking bitch!”

“If you hadn’t just given me steamed buns and cabbage all day, I wouldn’t be able to fucking look at something like groundhog chicken!”

“My brother-in-law is Master Carter, if you dare to lock me up like this again, beware my brother-in-law won’t let you go!”

When he got to the last line of the curse, he pooh-poohed a mouthful of thick yellow-green phlegm onto the floor, looking as sinister as Tess Baker remembered him looking.

The woman sneered, took off the mink coat she was wearing, rolled up her sleeves, and swung her stick at Staphen Baker, “Don’t you have the guts to swear at me again!”

Sticks to the flesh, muffled sounds to the ear.

Tess Baker watched the scene without even a fluctuation under her eyes, just standing still, like a living statue.

The woman’s exposed little arms were covered in muscle, and she swung a stick to beat people.

Staphen Baker on the floor would have sworn at her at first, but by the end of the day he was all bloody and I don’t know if he didn’t have the strength to swear anymore or the courage to do so.

the Baker’s mother lay on her side, all gray and wet in her lower half, her red throat visible as she cried.

“Who are you crying for? Did you curse me to death?” The woman threw the bloody stick aside and stepped forward to kick THE BAKER’S MOTHER several times.

the Baker’s mother rolled all over the ground, crying and begging for mercy, “I ate your chicken, I compensate, I compensate okay? You call Tess Baker, that little vixen has money, not to mention compensating a chicken, is to compensate you 10 million are … ah!”

Before she could finish her sentence, the woman sat on her waist and slapped her in the face, “You’re fucking laughing at me for not having money? If I don’t have money, I’ll still whip you!”

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“No, I’m not laughing at you, I’m just trying to tell you that Tess Baker has money, ask her for it, I don’t eat you for nothing!” the Baker’s mother cried, explaining, her voice a little gulpy from the high swelling of her cheeks.

But the woman didn’t even listen to her explanation, and even got angry at her remark and stood up and whipped her with a stick, and specialized in the places that hurt the most.

the Baker’s mother was in so much pain she couldn’t stand it and tried to run out of the room with her hands on the ground.

The woman crouched down and tugged on her pant leg.

Tess Baker just glanced over and saw the crisscross of scabbed and scabbing and bleeding cuts and even scattered burn marks on her legs.

Couldn’t even find a good place the size of a fist.