Chapter 393

“Okay! You’ve got nerves!”

Abel shot a sly wink at the two burly men who had a grip on Nathaniel, and they released their hold on him without hesitation.

“Since you’re in such a sorry state, Mr.

Simmons has decided to simply give you a little tap on the wrist.

He only wants to smack you with this thick rattan whip a hundred times as a little warning.

How does that sound? We’re not being too harsh on you, right?”

Abel brandished the gnarled rattan whip and grinned at Nathaniel wickedly.

Initially, Cyrus wanted to use a horse whip on Nathaniel.

However, the rough and thick skin of a horse could get ripped, let alone Nathaniel.

current fragile condition and the drug coursing through his veins,

that to Lucinda wouldn’t be an easy

rattan whips were perfect for the

blood, but they’d hurt like

day, the wounds

to be a serious

face contorted into a sarcastic

“Indeed, Mr.

so

sarcasm in Nathaniel’s

“Please forgive me, Mr.

he said with a

to the wall, faced it, and placed his

down directly on his straight back, producing a

as the pain surged

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