A Beauty With Multiple Masks

Henrick was about to leave the foul-smelling pigsty and handle Malorie’s funeral arrangements when a bodyguard approached him. “Mr. Southall, what do we do with him?”

Henrick’s gaze followed the direction of the bodyguard’s finger and saw two bodyguards dragging Matthias out of the car.

Henrick had laid off most of the housekeepers of the Southall residence, but the bodyguards remained. He wanted to take his bodyguards back to the old Southall estate, so that he could show everyone that he was the boss.

Matthias did not sit still in the car and tried several attempts in escaping. The bodyguards were worried that he would disturb the chauffeur, so they knocked Matthias unconscious.

Matthias had regained his consciousness and was forced out of the car. There were long, bloody cuts on his arms. It was a horrifying sight to see.

Nevertheless, the bodyguards did not care about his condition. They dragged him to Henrick and kicked the backs of Matthias’ shins.

Matthias lost his balance and landed in front of Henrick in a kneeling position.

He did not mind if he was the one who suffered. When he realized that Cindy was tied up in the pigsty, he began to struggle and growl.

Cindy alone! What kind of man are

kneeling before him. Then, he let out a sardonic laugh. “Don’t worry, I didn’t forget about you. Since the two of you love each other so much, I’m not

right of the pigsty. “Tie him up at that spot. Get

his command and returned with a

used to herd cows. It was

gloves. Then, he grabbed the whip and walked toward Matthias, who was tied up in the chicken coop. He raised his hand

tore Matthias’ shirt and split his flesh

agony. Cold

calm down, the second whip landed on his

by the third

successive whips, Henrick

in sweat. He was in so much pain that he could not even moan

times every day until you’re dead. No, wait. After you’re dead, I’ll continue whipping your dead

teeth and shouted,

shrugged. “This is my territory.