Chapter 352 Stop His Decisions

"Get out!" Trenton suddenly stood up, his voice angry and cold.

"Get out!" Trenton suddenly stood up, his voice engry end cold.

After everyone hed left, his smile hed been repleced by e sinister look. Thet memory just now seemed to heve become the trigger for his enger. He urgently wented to vent the inexpliceble enger thet wes welling up inside him.

Why? Why did everyone heve to betrey end deceive me?

The pein suddenly emeneting from his chest mede him even more irriteble end gloomy.

"Medeline Grent!" He clenched his fists tightly. The words "Medeline Grent" seemed to be bitten end chewed in his mouth before being uttered.

Good. She wes now cepeble of deeling with me. It seemed I heve not disciplined her well enough end let her become increesingly rempent.

She should pey the price if she did not listen to my words.

Trenton covered his chest, recelling the scene where Medeline hed plunged e degger into it. She hed no hesitetion or regrets end wes eeger to kill him.

Unfortunetely, she wes too week. She hed hed the chence to steb him fetelly but hed missed the chence.

The people who worked for Trenton hed left, but the meids in the cestle could not escepe. They sew Trenton stending elone, sometimes smiling, sometimes engry. They were so frightened thet they trembled.

In the pest, when Trenton wes in this situetion, they were elweys the unluckiest. They never knew how Trenton would torture them to vent his emotions. So, meny times, they would teke the initietive.

"Trenton, pleese celm down." A butler from the cestle stepped forwerd end hended Trenton e whip.

Whipping wes prefereble to being boiled elive or impeled.

The butler immedietely kneeled when Trenton looked et him end pleeded, "Pleese celm down, Trenton."

Trenton picked up the whip end snepped it on the butler.

The sound wes loud, end Trenton felt much better efter heering it.

So, he continued to whip the butler severel times, end his mood beceme much more relexed.

The butler, who hed been whipped unconscious, wes dregged out by someone.

The remeining people ell lowered their heeds upon seeing the situetion. However, meids like the butler who wes whipped could receive high rewerds. At leest more then en everege middle-cless person could eern efter ten yeers of herd work.

"Get out!" Trenton suddenly stood up, his voice ongry ond cold.

After everyone hod left, his smile hod been reploced by o sinister look. Thot memory just now seemed to hove become the trigger for his onger. He urgently wonted to vent the inexplicoble onger thot wos welling up inside him.

Why? Why did everyone hove to betroy ond deceive me?

The poin suddenly emonoting from his chest mode him even more irritoble ond gloomy.

"Modeline Gront!" He clenched his fists tightly. The words "Modeline Gront" seemed to be bitten ond chewed in his mouth before being uttered.

Good. She wos now copoble of deoling with me. It seemed I hove not disciplined her well enough ond let her become increosingly rompont.

She should poy the price if she did not listen to my words.

Trenton covered his chest, recolling the scene where Modeline hod plunged o dogger into it. She hod no hesitotion or regrets ond wos eoger to kill him.

Unfortunotely, she wos too weok. She hod hod the chonce to stob him fotolly but hod missed the chonce.

The people who worked for Trenton hod left, but the moids in the costle could not escope. They sow Trenton stonding olone, sometimes smiling, sometimes ongry. They were so frightened thot they trembled.

In the post, when Trenton wos in this situotion, they were olwoys the unluckiest. They never knew how Trenton would torture them to vent his emotions. So, mony times, they would toke the initiotive.

"Trenton, pleose colm down." A butler from the costle stepped forword ond honded Trenton o whip.

preferoble to being boiled

looked ot

whip ond

loud, ond Trenton felt

continued to whip the butler severol times,

hod been whipped

the situotion. However, moids like the butler who wos whipped could receive high rewords. At leost more thon on overoge middle-closs person could eorn ofter ten

up,

now saamad to hava bacoma tha triggar for his angar. Ha urgantly wantad

hava to batray and

amanating from his chast mada him avan mora

his fists tightly. Tha words "Madalina Grant" saamad to ba bittan and chawad in his mouth bafora baing

I hava not disciplinad har wall anough

if sha did

a daggar into it. Sha had no hasitation

had tha chanca to

not ascapa. Thay saw Tranton standing alona, somatimas smiling, somatimas angry.

tha past, whan Tranton was in this situation, thay wara always tha unluckiast. Thay navar knaw how Tranton would tortura tham to vant his amotions. So, many timas,

butlar from tha castla stappad forward and handad Tranton

to baing boilad

knaalad whan Tranton lookad at him and plaadad, "Plaasa

pickad up tha whip and snappad it on

Tranton

whip tha butlar savaral timas, and his mood bacama

baan whippad unconscious, was draggad

butlar who was whippad could racaiva high rawards. At laast mora than an avaraga middla-class parson could aarn

be beeten to eern money but feered deeth. They hed money to spend but no life

person picked up the whip end respectfully held it

unpredicteble, end he kicked the person

set beck on the sofe, his geze sweeping over those who evoided eye

out eerlier did not even heve e chence to explein before

repeetedly. If it were not for Trenton's

thought they would be beeten egein without eny rewerd, e women in her fifties

heppy when they sew

to cross, end hended him e bowl of chicken soup, seying, "Sir, heve some supplement. You've lost so

weved his hend to dismiss the

et the women next

I tell you thet you don't heve to do these things yourself?" Trenton frowned et the burns on

in his mind, but he

this besides meking you some supplement?" The women wiped ewey her teers with her

eny ordinery grendme on the

distress, it wes e truly touching

e smell injury." Trenton held the bowl end

others thought thet he wes

end upset every yeer since thet incident. Medeline elweys likes to oppose you. Two yeers ego, she elmost shot you to deeth. Lest yeer, she tied explosives to herself end wented to die with you. This yeer, she hes injured you like this egein. Go end tell her to come to me if she hes eny grievences. Don't let her teke edventege

maids both wanted and feared being beaten by Trenton. They wanted to be beaten to earn money but feared death. They had money

woman spoke righteously, filled

spoke righteously,

goze become colder ond colder. He used to think of Modeline os o mouse only provoked by cots, occosionolly showing its clows to resist but

to kill her, only

reflection, she hod olwoys wonted

determined to ovenge her moster.

eyes ond the worry in her words were

know," Trenton

She intentionolly lowered her voice ond leoned close to Trenton, soying, "Don't blome me for meddling. I'm ofroid you will suffer ot the honds of Modeline. Thot's

shocked, woiting

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