Chapter 347: Sienna Bennett Stood Facing Vincent Moreau

Sienna Bennett stood facing Vincent Moreau, her gaze glacial. This man had destroyed her five years ago. He shattered her entire existence! It didn't matter that Vanessa Bennett had bribed him. He was a grown man who committed an unspeakable act against an innocent woman. A fully grown adult! A man like him deserved to die. Her fists clenched so tightly her knuckles turned white. Sienna drove her punch straight into Vincent's face.

"Argh!"

Vincent crashed to the floor, a tooth flying from his mouth. As he struggled to rise, Sienna was already on him, delivering kick after punch. Her eyes held a murderous glint. Each blow was fueled by pure, unadulterated rage. She pummeled him like he was nothing but a practice dummy.

"Aaarghhh!"

Vincent screamed in agony, arms wrapped around his head as he curled into a ball. "Mr. Prescott... Mr. Prescott! Help... help me! Argh!" Each cry was more pitiful than the last, a symphony of pure pain. Derek Prescott wanted to intervene, but the aura radiating from Sienna was too lethal! Besides... Sienna needed this. She needed to unleash her fury. Only then could she possibly forgive him.

"You brought this on yourself," Derek stated coldly. "Take it like a man."

Helpless, Vincent could only endure the beating, shrinking further into himself. This only infuriated Sienna more. Her rage boiled over. "Damn you! My life was ruined by a worthless piece of trash like you?! You disgusting pig!" She hauled him up again, ready to hurl him straight through the window. Vincent panicked. If she threw him out, he'd be crippled for life... if he survived at all! Was Sienna insane? Did she actually intend to kill him?

"Wait, wait!" he shrieked. "Stop! It wasn't me! I wasn't the one who slept with you that night!"

"Liar!"

Sienna scoffed. Did he really think she'd believe such an obvious lie? She tightened her grip and launched him through the shattered window. Crash! Vincent flew through the broken frame, splintered wood scattering everywhere. The violence of the scene resembled a high-stakes action film. Derek stared, stunned. Since when had Sienna become so strong? He remembered a weak, shy girl. This woman was pure power. Vincent landed hard on the ground outside, blood spurting from his mouth. He groaned weakly, "Not me... really wasn't me...! Why won't you believe me...?!"

Sienna's eyes narrowed. What did he mean, it wasn't him? Her investigation was thorough. Vanessa had paid him. The evidence was clear. She leaped through the ruined window, grabbed his arm, and started dragging him away. "Save your excuses. I'm taking you to the police!" She might not be pressing charges against Vanessa yet, but she needed this evidence secured.

Five years of pain. They would all pay dearly for it.

Vanessa, watching from the shadows, stamped her foot in frantic anxiety. What now? What could she do?! If Sienna got Vincent to the police station, it was over for her! Vanessa had planned everything so carefully. She wanted Sienna to fall hopelessly for Derek again. Not only had that failed, but now Sienna was taking Vincent away!

Vanessa was about to rush out when Vincent, being dragged raw across the rough ground, burst out in agony, unable to bear the pain any longer. "Boss Bennett, please! I beg you! It wasn't me! I swear I wasn't the one in that room with you!"