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.

given his current fragile condition and the drug coursing through his veins,

Lucinda wouldn’t

rattan whips were perfect

but they’d hurt like

the wounds from

to be a serious

into a sarcastic

“Indeed, Mr.

is so

sarcasm

“Please forgive me, Mr.

said with a

word, Nathaniel walked to the wall, faced it,

thick rattan whip came down directly

groan escaped Nathaniel’s lips as the

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