Wooing My Ex-Wife

Chapter 119

Chapter 119 Cunning Elven detected the sarcasm in his words and responded with a smile, “Mr. Wright, I apologize.” #15 Bonus Maverick hummed lightly and found himself walking toward the wall.

Facing the wall, he placed both hands on it for support.

As soon as he stood up, a cane whipped through the air like a gust of wind.

The blow landed directly and mercilessly on his straightened back, producing a crisp sound.

“Ugh…” Maverick gritted his teeth, his hands instinctively clenching into tight fists.

Before he could even recover from the pain brought by the first stroke, the second and third blows quickly followed.

They mercilessly hit his back without giving him a chance to catch his breath.

Indeed, it hurt.

Due to the injection of a special drug, his physical constitution had weakened and his skin had become thinner.

Thus, his sense of pain intensified.

The 023 special drug was originally designed to treat prisoners of war who had committed grave mistakes Once injected, the individual would be unable to resist.

The pain experienced during interrogation and punishment would be intensified.

This would ultimately lead to extreme physical and mental torment.

Never did he expect that one day the 023 drug, albeit an adjusted prescription, would be used to torment him.

It was ironic, indeed.

The intense pain from the cane striking his back snapped him back to reality.

After just over twenty strokes, it was obvious that several bruises had appeared underneath the white shir With sheer determination, Maverick held his breath to avoid making any humiliating cries.

He bit down on his lower lip so hard that it left a row of bloody marks.

Cold sweat covered his forehead, while the vei in his arms bulged prominently.

By the fortieth stroke, his arms, which were propped against the wall, began to tremble uncontrollably.

By the seventieth stroke, his back was in so much pain that it had almost gone numb.

His skin was more fragile than before.

whipped open, leaving scattered bloodstains

began to feel

slender and straight, started to tremble

watched from

could not help but admire how cunning Treyton’s beating

cane could really hurt and torture its victim without

behind Gwendolyn’s back, all the injuries on his back would not affect his

Gwendolyn would not

deep in thought, he suddenly

due to intense pain, passing out on the

aggressors looked at each other with bewildered expressions,

the pale-faced Maverick on the floor and asked, “How many times have you caned him?” “Ninety.” Elven clicked his tongue twice, suddenly feeling a sense of admiration for the

him.

to endure ninety strokes

is

easy on him, did you?” The two hurriedly shook their

strong our

this is

what should we do now? Should we give him the last ten strikes or not? If we do, I’m afraid we’ll have to splash

lowered his head to take another look

color, was as pale as paper, yet his lips were covered in bright

handsome features, his miserable appearance surprisingly did not

of fragile beauty, Elven sincerely wanted to exclaim how unfair

man was really

no wonder Gwendolyn liked

was at least pleasing to the

holding canes were at

focused his gaze

“Forget it.

lasted this long with

up

it quick, so let’s get going.” “How should we explain things to Mr. Harris, then…” Elven replied, “I will tell him the truth.” They were getting

Ryan, who had been

just see?” Quinton

out in the living room because he

see anything else.” Chapter 11 Cunning Elven

Shalders asks about it, you tell her exactly this If she doesn’t ask, then just act as

setting the story straight,

their orders, completely ignoring the man who had fainted in the living

the apple of

dared to hurt her, they would have to face the

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