Mr. Wright and Mrs. Right

Chapter 211

Chapter 211 Rules

Shocked, Sheralyn glanced between Gwendolyn and the ruler before she backed away reflexively. “You b*tch! You’re clearly using this opportunity to mess with me! I know you don’t actually want to hand the Wright residence and Wright Construction Group back to us! I won’t let that happen!”

With a cold expression, Gwendolyn fiddled with the ruler. “You were the one who told me you’ll obey my orders unconditionally, so you don’t get a say in what happens now.”

Just as she finished her sentence, Elven and Ezra swiftly grabbed Sheralyn’s shoulders.

“What are you doing?” Fear swirled in Sheralyn’s eyes. “You’re trying to scare me, aren’t you? You think I’m afraid of you! Well, too bad because I’ll never submit to a b*tch like you, even if I die!”

Gwendolyn stepped closer to her with the ruler. “Does it please you so much to call me a b*tch? You know, you don’t sound like the daughter of an affluent family at all. I guess I’ll have to teach you a lesson today.”

“What are you going to do? Are you going to hit me? Try touching me, b*tch!”

With a sneer, Gwendolyn shook her head. She’s still an idiot who doesn’t understand the situation. She’s only pouring more fuel into my burning rage the more she curses at me. It’s fine, though, since I’ve got an opportunity to take her down a peg right now. “How many swear words have you uttered since you entered the living room?”

That question dumbfounded Sheralyn. Huh? How would I know how many times I’ve cussed? I just did it whenever I felt like it.

Elven counted in his mind before answering, “Five, Ms. Gwendolyn.”

Turning the ruler around, Gwendolyn stated, “I’ll hit you twice for every swear word, so you’ll be receiving ten whacks on your hand.”

“You don’t have the right to hit me! I’ve been doted on since I was a kid, so much so my parents can’t even bear to touch me! Who do you think you are?” howled Sherlyn as she struggled wildly to break free.

She was terrified of the pain that awaited her. “Save me, Mom! She’s going to beat me to death! Mom!”

While Frida was heartbroken, she ignored her daughter’s pleas. She believed the lesson could change Sheralyn’s spoiled personality, so she turned her sight away.

Sheralyn watched her wrists be forcefully restricted by the bodyguards so that she couldn’t move her arms. Then, Gwendolyn grabbed Sheralyn’s fingertips, prying the latter’s fingers open to reveal her palm.

Just as Sheralyn was about to swear again, Gwendolyn glared at her coldly. “This is only ten hits. If you can’t control your mouth and curse one more time, I’ll slap it with a ruler next time instead. Do you want to give it a try?”

When enraged, Gwendolyn was capable of doing anything.

My face will be ruined if she hits my mouth with a ruler! Sheralyn felt a chill running down her spine as she gulped fearfully. Biting her lip, she kept quiet.

Seeing that Sheralyn had behaved herself, Gwendolyn promptly slapped the former’s palm with the ruler.

“Ouch! It hurts! Don’t hit me anymore! Save me, Mom! She’s going to kill me!” Sheralyn trembled in pain.

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Gwendolyn had whacked Sheralyn’s hand with all her might. Because she was also trained in martial arts, the impact she caused was so severe that Sheralyn’s palm swelled immediately.

With an icy expression, she mercilessly hit Sheralyn four more times in a row.

Sheralyn wailed at the top of her lungs as her arms trembled in pain.

Even though her left palm only received five hits, her fair, tender hand had already turned purple.

Frida also wept as she listened to her daughter’s torment. Several times, she was tempted to stop Gwendolyn, but she held back her urge. Ultimately, she buried herself in the sofa and pretended to be deaf.

Gwendolyn was ruthless as she immediately grabbed Sheralyn’s right hand and smacked it five times with the ruler.

Once the punishment was over, Elven and Ezra released Sheralyn.

It was Sheralyn’s first time experiencing such torture, so her legs were still shaking. She couldn’t even stand straight when she was let go and collapsed to the ground.

Reflexively, she touched the ground with her hands. The pain was so excruciating that she almost passed out.

As she continued to whimper, Frida approached her and examined her palms.

Gwendolyn laid a box of anti-inflammatory cream on the table with a grave expression. “You better commit the rules to memory. I’m very strict, you know. I’ll return seven days later to see if you’ve memorized the book. If you still haven’t yielded, feel free to provoke me again.”

In response, Sheralyn burrowed into Frida’s embrace. There was nothing she could do to Gwendolyn except cry.

As she stared at Gwendolyn with fear, she thought, This woman’s too ruthless! She’s no different from a demon!

Seeing that Sheralyn no longer had the nerve to curse at her, Gwendolyn felt her rage subsiding. That was satisfying. I knew teaching her a lesson through actions instead of words was better. The education method that has been passed down for millennia is indeed useful.

After that, she requested the bodyguards to place the sandalwood ruler on Sheralyn’s dressing table. That way, the ruler would be the first thing Sheralyn would see upon waking up every day.

Once the rules were set, Gwendolyn asked Frida to sign the two property transfer agreements. Without glancing at Sheralyn again, she left.

Over the next seven days, Sheralyn memorized the entire book. She was genuinely frightened by the punishment she received.

During Gwendolyn’s test, Sheralyn made several mistakes but successfully committed the entire book to memory. While Gwendolyn didn’t intentionally trouble her, she did have strict standards. Thus, Sheralyn was punished with ten smacks to the palms again.

Sheralyn was feeling equally furious and miserable. However, there was nothing she could do to Gwendolyn. As she held her swollen, painful hands, she sobbed. “You’re a cold-blooded animal who only knows how to bully me, Gwendolyn! I hate you…”

In response, Gwendolyn grinned while watching her cry. “Not bad. You’ve improved. The words you hurled at me are a lot more civilized than before. However, I bet you cursed at me lots in secret during this period.”

Silently, Sheralyn glared at her. Obviously! I swear at her every time I visit the restroom and every night before I sleep!

Upon peering at Sheralyn’s expression, Gwendolyn found her answer. In response, she summoned all the housekeepers in the villa. “From today onward, everyone is allowed to monitor Sheralyn. Whenever you report an instance of her swearing to me, you’ll be rewarded with a thousand bucks.”

The housekeepers’ eyes glinted.

From that day onward, Sheralyn was followed everywhere she went in the residence. Even when she was taking etiquette classes, plenty of housekeepers would eavesdrop on her.

Initially, Sheralyn was furious. She couldn’t resist swearing at the housekeepers a couple of times. As a result, plenty of housekeepers happily received their rewards.

Naturally, as per the rules, Gwendolyn slapped Sheralyn twice for every curse word uttered.

Consequently, Sheralyn’s palms swelled immensely. Half a month later, she had forgotten her hands’ original color.

During meals, she couldn’t even hold a utensil properly. Frida couldn’t help but feed her daughter twice in secret. However, Gwendolyn forbade Frida from doing it again when she discovered the act.

Gwendolyn vehemently refused to condone Sheralyn’s spoiled princess behavior.

While Sheralyn felt aggrieved, she was thoroughly frightened by Gwendolyn. Therefore, she wouldn’t speak before thinking about what to say anymore.

As time passed by, the number of whacks she received decreased.

On the fourth of December, Fairlake received its first snowfall. The entire city was engulfed in thick snow.

Gwendolyn wore a white fur coat with a black laced dress, appearing elegant yet solemn.

After picking a few beautiful flowers, she visited Maverick in the cemetery.

His grave was covered in snow, so she patiently removed it. Then, with a gentle look, she uttered, “I didn’t expect Fairlake’s first snowfall to be exactly one month from the day you were buried, Mavy. It’s been very cold these two days. I wonder if you’re feeling the same on the other side. If only I can deliver a coat to you.”