Isabelle, wearing a camisole dress and slippers, angrily rushed to the door and opened it. Before she could see Henry's face clearly, she felt his hand, like a black umbrella, coming towards her.
Isabelle usually wore her hair in a ponytail, looking very youthful and beautiful. But now, after just waking up, her hair was all over the place.
She never dreamed that Henry would grab her hair and lift her up like a little chicken.
"Damn it!"
Isabelle screamed as she lunged forward, hands grabbing Henry's hand tightly to alleviate the pain of her hair being pulled.
Her slippers fell off, and she ran out barefoot, not knowing what was happening.
Henry remained silent as he dragged her by the hair.
But the scent of perfume emanating from Isabelle excited him instantly.
Emily's fragrance was more subtle, but Isabelle's perfume was strong!
"Hey, who the hell are you?"
Isabelle lowered her head and couldn't see Henry's face, but she noticed his clothes. They were so shabby, with the pants even a size too small.
Andrew had already rushed to the corner of the first floor and hurriedly said, "Henry, let her go, let her go, we're all neighbors..."
Isabelle finally realized. She had seen Andrew and his wife downstairs, but there was a big, burly man in front. At first, she thought it was the property manager or a worker they had hired.
But from Andrew's tone, she understood that he was Andrew's brother.
One Andrew, one Henry, what else could they be if not brothers?
Andrew was known throughout the neighborhood for being honest and weak. How good could his brother be?
Although her hair was being pulled, Isabelle suddenly kicked at Henry's vital spot with a high kick, cursing, "What the hell are you doing?"
Andrew's face turned pale, and he blurted out, "Don't insult my mother..."
Mia was always a sore spot for both Andrew and Henry!
Especially for Henry, he couldn't tolerate anyone insulting his mother.
Even if it was just a figure of speech!
Even though Mia was actually his stepmother!
Before Andrew could finish his sentence, there were several crisp slaps. Henry slapped Isabelle, leaving her dazed.
She felt like the whole world was spinning.
Then her face burned, as if someone was slicing her skin layer by layer with a knife.
The pain was indescribable!
Andrew was about to go and intervene, but Henry, holding Isabelle with one shoulder, bumped into him, causing Andrew to stagger back two steps.
If he hadn't reached out and grabbed the railing, he would have almost fallen down the stairs.
Outside, Emily, seeing no one coming out for a while, was about to enter the building when she saw Henry coming out with something in his hand.
Upon closer inspection, she realized it was a person?
Henry completely ignored Emily's astonished face and brought Isabelle to a plastic bag, forcing her to swallow a sanitary napkin.
Isabelle snapped back to her senses and immediately cursed, "You're looking for death!"
She was not one to be trifled with.
The pain on her face had not subsided when Henry let go of her hand, and she kicked Henry in the face with a flying kick.
Her bones seemed to be made of water, as her high kick with the slender leg was more than ten centimeters higher than her head.
Such a beauty, no one would dare to touch her.
Unfortunately, today she encountered Henry!
And Henry planned to give her a beating to let Emily know that if she made him unhappy, he would treat women the same way!
As Isabelle's leg came towards him, Henry dodged and pressed close to her side, reaching out to grab her neck and push it down.
With a loud thud, Isabelle's leg went from mid-air to the cement ground, forming a perfect split.
But the pain made her grit her teeth!
Henry grabbed her hair with one hand and delivered two slaps to her face. Even Emily, who was standing nearby, felt her own beautiful face twitching.
"Wow..."
The notorious and domineering Isabelle suddenly burst into tears. "What kind of man are you? You can even hit a woman?"
Henry said coldly, "I slapped you because you insulted my mother. Making you swallow what you threw away is to teach you a lesson!"
With that, Henry pressed her head onto the plastic bag.
Can she really swallow this thing?
Isabelle struggled desperately, her slender arms and the high-kicking leg getting dirty and leaving bloodstains on the ground, all while she continued to curse.
Henry had no mercy.
He held Isabelle down, slapping her every time she cursed.
Isabelle's beloved melon seed face was turning into an eggplant under Henry's slaps, even Emily was afraid to watch.
She grabbed Andrew and said, "Hurry..."
"Henry," Andrew tightly held his brother's hand, "I beg you, stop, please."
Isabelle, with disheveled hair, looked up and saw that Andrew was already holding Henry's hand, but Henry's gaze was still murderous.
Isabelle shivered and cried, "I can't swallow it, I can't..."