Chapter 596
The way Selene looked with those filthy old shoes hanging around her neck was truly hideous.
Her image as the high and mighty granddaughter of Old Master Shaw, which she had painstakingly maintained for the past six years, was completely destroyed in that instant.
As she begged for mercy, Selene was also sweating profusely from the panic that was feeling. For some reason, her sweat-drenched hair that messily hung from her head made her look much like a used-up prostitute, which was in stark contrast to the image that she had tried so hard to preserve before this.
At a glance, the Selene now was no different to the women who were shamed by being paraded out in the streets with filthy old shoes around their necks.
It wasn’t that they did it voluntarily. All of them had more or less been wronged, and had no choice but to suffer the humiliation. Vulnerable people were always bullied, after all.
However, Selene was not similar in this regard.
That was because she acted of her own v
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