Immediately after, the smooth skin on his broad back was brutally ripped apart by the barbs of the whip.

Vivid hues of red formed across his back, and intense pain surged through.

It was merely the first whip, and Maverick’s forehead was beaded with cold sweat.

He gritted his teeth, his muscles tensed. Despite that, he maintained an upright posture, stoically enduring the searing pain in complete silence.

When Maverick was removing his clothes, Logan noticed the bandage in the middle of his back under his shirt and deliberately avoided hitting his wound.

However, this left his back with lesser parts to take the punishment.

As such, by the time the fifteenth lash struck, Maverick’s entire bandaged upper back was covered in a web of bloody welts.

The whip cut deep into the flesh, tearing the skin and revealing the raw muscle beneath. It was a horrifying sight to behold.

Maverick’s breathing grew heavier, and the veins on his forehead bulged.

Even his eyelashes were trembling uncontrollably. He tightly pursed his lips, determined not to let out a single sound of humiliation.

Deep down, he couldn’t help but laugh self-deprecatingly.

After leaving home for more than a decade, he had almost forgotten his true identity, thinking that he was just a pampered son of the Wright family who lived a comfortable and privileged life.

Now, his pampered body had weakened considerably that it couldn’t really endure the punishment anymore.

Logan’s hand, which was holding the whip, trembled too.

Maverick’s upper back was already covered in blood, and there wasn’t a single spot left unharmed.

If Logan were to whip again, the lash would land right on the previous wounds. Yet the whip was so strong that if the same wound got struck twice, it would leave a cut deep into the bones. It would be too torturous.

Logan couldn’t bear the thought and had to shift his focus to Maverick’s waist.

The whip swished through the air once more, and the sound of it slashing through the wind echoed. Five lashes landed squarely on Maverick’s lower back in rapid succession.

Maverick’s body trembled violently, and his back finally gave in and collapsed. He quickly supported himself with one hand on the ground, avoiding the embarrassment of falling down.

the sound of the

blood surged. He spit out

“Boss!”

at the scene, his eyes

trembled as he watched the twenty lashes land on Maverick’s back. He had to resist the urge to rush forward and snatch

it! Let’s go back. We’re

subordinate under the Federal Bureau of Investigation. It’s not your place to

is merely suppressed,

didn’t hear Nico, he pinched his thigh hard and mustered all his strength to

Undoubtedly, it hurt terribly.

leave without a word, especially with the threats still looming around Gwendolyn. He had to help her to get rid of the final trouble before he

the twenty whips

“Let’s continue.”

as he called out,

him completely.

that they turned pale. Yet, as an outsider, there was

remained still. From the conversation between the two, he could tell that

glanced at Maverick’s back once

last ten lashes could only be struck on the

pondering for a moment, he looked at the two bodyguards inside the room

“Yes.”

guards left, Logan took out a handkerchief and carefully wiped off the bloodstains from the whip before

ten

of them landed on the empty ground beside

You may get up now.” While wiping the whip clean, Logan

with Nico’s support. “Thank

slightly to him

outside rushed in. “Mr. Wright, a car has stopped at the construction site entrance, and a

Woman?

his brows. “How

“Extremely beautiful.”

Why is she here all

to me. Don’t make a move, and don’t let her

Please take care of yourself these three

in her high heels and observed

had mentioned that there were numerous hidden sentries nearby, yet she hadn’t

Had they already retreated?

quickened her pace and

in a secluded dilapidated house,

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