Mr. Wright and Mrs. Right by Minerva Sowle

Chapter 119

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Elven detected the sarcasm in his words and responded with a smile, “Mr. Wright, I apologize.”

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Maverick hummed lightly and found himself walking toward the wall. Facing the wall, he placed both hands on it for support.

As soon as he stood up, a cane whipped through the air like a gust of wind.

The blow landed directly and mercilessly on his straightened back, producing a crisp sound.

“Ugh…”

Maverick gritted his teeth, his hands instinctively clenching into tight fists.

Before he could even recover from the pain brought by the first stroke, the second and third blows quickly followed. They mercilessly hit his back without giving him a chance to catch his breath.

Indeed, it hurt.

Due to the injection of a special drug, his physical constitution had weakened and his skin had become thinner. Thus, his sense of pain intensified.

The 023 special drug was originally designed to treat prisoners of war who had committed grave mistakes Once injected, the individual would be unable to resist. The pain experienced during interrogation and punishment would be intensified. This would ultimately lead to extreme physical and mental torment.

Never did he expect that one day the 023 drug, albeit an adjusted prescription, would be used to torment him.

It was ironic, indeed.

The intense pain from the cane striking his back snapped him back to reality.

After just over twenty strokes, it was obvious that several bruises had appeared underneath the white shir

With sheer determination, Maverick held his breath to avoid making any humiliating cries. He bit down on his lower lip so hard that it left a row of bloody marks. Cold sweat covered his forehead, while the vei in his arms bulged prominently.

By the fortieth stroke, his arms, which were propped against the wall, began to tremble uncontrollably.

By the seventieth stroke, his back was in so much pain that it had almost gone numb. His skin was more fragile than before. Several spots on his back had been whipped open, leaving scattered bloodstains on h white shirt.

He began to feel rather light-headed and unsteady. His legs, originally slender and straight, started to tremble uncontrollably.

the side. He could not help but admire how cunning Treyton’s beating

really hurt and torture its

secretly looking for trouble with Maverick behind Gwendolyn’s back, all the

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was deep in thought, he suddenly heard something

due to intense pain, passing out on

with bewildered expressions, ultimately turning

should

the pale-faced Maverick on the floor

“Ninety.”

twice, suddenly feeling a sense of admiration for the unconscious man

before passing out. He really is a tough guy. You two didn’t

is Mr. Harris’ order. How could we dare to go easy?” They paused for a moment, then continued, “Elven, what should we do now? Should we give him the last ten strikes or not? If we do, I’m afraid we’ll have to splash water o him to wake him

to take another

color, was as pale as paper, yet his lips were

miserable appearance surprisingly did not make him look bad. Instead, it

sincerely wanted to exclaim how unfair God was. The man was really

no wonder Gwendolyn liked to keep him around. He was at

“Elven?”

two people holding canes were at a

snapped back to reality and focused his

wake him up and continue, he’ll probably

explain things to Mr. Harris,

“I will tell him the

getting ready to

and Ryan, who had been staying hidden in

did you

passed out in the living room

housework. We didn’t see anything

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nodded in satisfaction. “If Ms. Shalders asks about it, you tell her exactly this If she doesn’t

“Got it.”

straight, everyone left. Quinton and Ryan returned to their posts after receiving their orders, completely ignoring the man who had fainted in

apple of the eyes of the Harrises. If anyone dared to hurt

the cold marble floor

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