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!"

cigarette and

first time, Victor truly understood the meaning of

he realized he never really knew his

of crossing

all these years, you think you're just getting to know

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

the air

Victor had passed out again, Hamilton dropped the whip and walked out with a

let him die. From now

Killian quickly agreed.

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

wasn't until they were outside that he finally managed to stop

what

pale, Ronin fought down the bile rising

I just take care of

Hamilton's eyes turned colder.

Group is Natalia right now. Ronin, don't drag her into

without a comeback, glared at Hamilton before finally asking, "Where's Natalia? What

Hamilton's gaze darkened.

worry less about

I don't know about the matchmaking your old man forced on you in the hospital? Can you really offer her

he stepped into

the edge of the bed, her face pale as a

memories of the previous night were a

remembered being pinned down by Victor, then Hamilton

And after that?

her body covered in bruises,

filled with used condoms was a sight

Was it Hamilton?

opened, and Natalia froze, tears instantly streaming down

eyes brimming

feeling? Are

was barely

rushed to embrace her, "Don't be

of Victor enough to haunt her

her to calm down

in the air before Scarlett

tensed, gripping

it was

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