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

cane could really hurt and torture its victim

was secretly looking for trouble with Maverick behind Gwendolyn’s back, all the injuries on his back would

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in thought, he suddenly

floor due to intense pain,

with bewildered expressions, ultimately turning to Elven

should we

Maverick on the floor and asked, “How many times have

“Ninety.”

a sense of admiration for the unconscious

a sound before passing out. He really is

for a moment, then continued, “Elven, what should we do now? Should we give him the last ten strikes or not? If we do,

did not speak. He lowered his head to take another look at Maverick

face, devoid of color, was as pale as paper, yet his lips were covered in

features, his miserable appearance surprisingly did not make

sincerely wanted to exclaim how unfair God

to keep him around. He was at least

“Elven?”

two people holding canes were at a

reality and focused his gaze on Maverick’s dreadful-looking

weak constitution. If we splash water on him to wake him up and continue,

we explain things

will tell

ready to

leaving, Elven called out Quinton and Ryan, who had been staying hidden in

you two

Ryan lowered their heads. “Mr. Wright passed out in the

We didn’t see

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you tell her exactly this If she

“Got it.”

straight, everyone left. Quinton and Ryan returned to their posts after

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

curled up on the cold marble

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