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.

through his veins, Cyrus was scared that he might kill Nathaniel

explaining that to Lucinda

rattan whips were perfect for

but they’d

next day, the wounds

was going to be a serious

into a sarcastic

“Indeed, Mr.

so

sensed the sarcasm in

“Please forgive me, Mr.

he said

word, Nathaniel walked to the wall, faced it, and placed his hands

that the thick rattan whip came down directly on his straight back, producing

lips as the pain surged through

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