Chapter 239

At the Firehunters' headquarters, the air was thick with tension. Charles stood at the center, face dark as thunder, radiating an anger that sent chills down everyone's spine. With a sudden kick, he knocked the table over—teacups, documents, all clattered to the floor, shattering into pieces. "Bunch of useless idiots! Can't even keep an eye on one woman? She slipped right under your noses—what the hell are you all doing?" His furious roar echoed through the empty hall, making everyone's ears ring. Kneeling on the cold floor, Sakura trembled uncontrollably, head bowed low. She didn't dare look at Charles's eyes—sharp and cold like a hawk's, burning with rage. She knew this mission's screw-up was mostly on her. No excuse could save her now—punishment was inevitable. "Take her away. Public whipping," Charles ordered without a flicker of emotion. A few men stepped forward and dragged Sakura up on her feet. She didn't struggle. Didn't beg. Everyone knew Charles's temper—saying anything now