The Blind Little Husband Chapter 8

I smiled and pointed at Charlotte's face.

"Looks like I went too easy on you that day. Your face doesn't hurt anymore—now you even have the energy to worry about me."

Charlotte's anger simmered as she forced a smile and looked at Wyatt beside me.

"You seem quite attached to this beast slave. I've always heard he has the highest combat ability in the underground arena, but I haven't seen his skills yet. Why don't we have him compete with mine?"

Before I could respond, Wyatt was first to accept.

"Fine, I agree."

Vincent's face flashed with panic as he begged Charlotte.

"Master, he's an attack-type beast-person. Beast slaves have died by his hand in the underground arena. I, I..."

Charlotte looked displeased and scolded him.

"Useless thing! Besides that face, what good are you? Fight! If you dare lose, I'll sell you back!"

Yes, besides that face and his head full of schemes and plots, Vincent had no ability to fight back against absolute strength.

He couldn't even protect himself, let alone protect his master.

At the beginning, Vincent could still dodge Wyatt's attacks, smugness on his face as he taunted.

"Highest combat ability? Nothing special."

But he soon discovered he was just a cat toying with a mouse in Wyatt's hands, making a fool of himself throughout the match.

Before Vincent could even reach Wyatt, Wyatt's fist sent him flying to the ground, where he coughed up blood pathetically.

Actually, before the family dinner started, Vincent had come to me.

He'd appeared in my room dressed provocatively, offering himself.

"Miss Foster, please take me in. Be my master, won't you? I have a feeling, an intuition that you're my destined master. Won't you have mercy and save me?"

Ha! I'd almost laughed out loud.

In my past life, when Vincent resented me for saving him, had he ever thought that in his next life he'd be begging me to save him like a dog?

Seeing my silence, Vincent trembled as he removed his clothing, revealing marks from abuse and beatings.

"Please save me, won't you? Charlotte is a psychopath. If I stay with her, she'll torture me to death. In looks, in body, how am I worse than that brute Wyatt? Whatever he can do, I can do too!"

He had the nerve to compare himself to Wyatt?

This ungrateful wretch who backstabbed his master dared mention himself in the same breath as Wyatt?

I pretended to hesitate.

"But you know Charlotte and I have never gotten along. I want to save you, but if I speak up, I'm afraid it'll only bring you more pain. She'll hold onto you even tighter—she'd rather destroy you than give you to me."

Vincent panicked, revealing his trump card in his frenzy.

"I have evidence of their family transferring company assets and damaging company interests! I know you and Charlotte's family have never gotten along. I can help you take them down!"

Vincent was betraying Charlotte this quickly?

Well, in my past life, I'd devoted myself to cultivating Vincent, only to be betrayed by him in the end. In this life, without my help and stimulus...

Charlotte had been beating and humiliating him regularly. How could someone like him endure it?

Did they really think I'd done nothing in this new life?

I'd long prepared evidence against Charlotte's family, just waiting for the right moment to crush her underfoot.

I glanced at the camera in the corner and smiled. Vincent pledging his loyalty to me was an unexpected bonus.

Just as I was about to say something, there was a knock at the door. Wyatt's voice came from outside.

"Master, the family dinner is about to start. You should come down."

Vincent scrambled to get dressed. As I left, I smiled to reassure him.

"Don't worry, I'll definitely find a way to save you!"

After leaving the room, Wyatt had pressed me against the wall and kissed me until my legs went weak.

Thinking of that wild man, I unconsciously looked toward Wyatt in the fight.