Chapter 228

The Old Mansion.

Basement dungeon.

Calling it a warehouse was a bit of a misnomer because, in reality, it was a cell.

One wall of the cell was adorned with a variety of torture devices.

Hamilton entered, a look of discomfort briefly crossing his face. He stifled the wave of nausea rising in his throat and stepped into one of the cells.

Victor was restrained in the center of the cell.

His torso was bare, marked with streaks of blood.

As soon as Hamilton walked in, Victor managed a laugh.

"Hamilton, I gotta say, I didn't think you'd be this protective of her!"

Hamilton's face remained expressionless.

He glanced at Victor, then walked over to a wall, picked up a whip, and dipped it into a nearby bucket before Victor could react. With a swift motion, he lashed out with the whip! The first strike tore open the skin.

Victor screamed in pain.

"Hamilton, you son of a "

Before he could finish his sentence, another lash cut through the air.

Victor's screams echoed through the basement dungeon.

When Ronin and Killian arrived, Victor was a bloody mess.

Ronin choked on his own breath for a moment, then turned aside to retch.

Hamilton glanced at him, then tossed the whip aside.

He signaled Killian with a look, "Wake him up."

Killian nodded and splashed a bucket of ice water over Victor.

Victor came to, his eyes filled with sheer terror.

"Hamilton, for the love of our years of camaraderie, spare me, will you? I'll never touch her again, I swear!"

lit a cigarette and

time, Victor truly understood the meaning of

first time he realized

of crossing the Henkel

all these years, you think you're

that, he picked up the whip again and aimed for Victor's lower half

filled the air

the whip and walked out with a heavy

Henkel a doctor, don't let him die. From now on,

Killian quickly agreed.

Hamilton, his upbringing under Mason's protective wing having shielded him from such

until they were outside that he finally managed to

sneered, "Is this what Mr. Joyner called handling

his face pale, Ronin fought down

I just take care of him in

Hamilton's eyes turned colder.

The face of Ron Group is Natalia right now. Ronin, don't drag her

glared at Hamilton before finally asking, "Where's Natalia? What have you

Hamilton's gaze darkened.

worry less

about the matchmaking your old man forced on you in the hospital? Can you really offer

that, he stepped into his

sitting on the edge of the bed, her face pale as

night were

Victor,

And after that?

to find her body covered in bruises,

with used condoms was a sight that nearly broke

Was it Hamilton?

Natalia froze, tears instantly streaming down

entered, her eyes brimming

feeling? Are you

was barely a whisper, "Scarlett,

to embrace her, "Don't be scared, it's all

flowed uncontrollably, the memory of Victor enough to haunt

long while for her to calm down

hung in the air before Scarlett replied, "Hamilton

gripping the

was

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