The Millionaire And His Billionaire Ex-Wife

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Chapter 119
Bart sensed the sarcastic tone in his words and smiled.
“Mr. Fallen, I’m sorry.”
Edgar responded with a subdued ‘Hmm” and positioned himself against the wall, placing his hands on it for support. Just as he settled in, a whip-like cane whistled through the air. It mercilessly landed on his straightened back with a sharp cra ck.
“Ah…”
Edgar clenched his teeth, his hands involuntarily forming tight fists.
Before he could recover from the pain inflicted by the first strike, the second and third blows followed, relentlessly pounding his back without allowing him a moment to catch his breath.
The pain was excruciating. Due to the special drug he was injected with, his constitution weakened and his skin became more fragile, while the sensation of pain intensified.
Originally, the 023 drug was used to torment captured criminals who committed grave offenses. Once injected, they became powerless to resist, experiencing heightened pain during interrogation, subjecting both their bodies and minds to extreme torment.
Never did he imagine that one day this modified version of the 023 drug would be used to torment him. It was ironic, to say the least.
“Cra ck!”
The sharp pain from the cane striking his back brought his thoughts back to the present. After only twenty or so lashes, his white shirt was stained with patches of red and purple.
He gritted his teeth, refusing to emit even a hint of humiliating screams. His lower lip was marked with a row of bloodstains from biting too hard, and cold sweat formed on his forehead as veins bulged on his arms.
As the beating reached forty lashes, Edgar’s arms supporting the wall began to uncontrollably tremble. By the time it reached seventy lashes, his back was nearly numb from the pain. Due to his more fragile skin, several areas on his back were stripped of flesh, and his white shirt bore sca ttered bloodstains.
He started feeling dizzy; his head was heavy, and his legs, once slender and straight, began to tremble uncontrollably.
Bart watched from the side, unable to help but marvel at the ingenuity of their Third Young Master’s brutal beating. This cane was truly a torturous instrument, causing immense pain without killing.

Moreover, because this confrontation was kept hidden from Miss Grace and Edgar had silently sought trouble, all the injuries were concentrated on his back, allowing him to walk normally and conceal the évidence from Miss Grace.
As he pondered, Bart suddenly heard a “thud” sound. Edgar had collapsed onto the floor, knocked unconscious by the intense pain. The two “as s allants” looked bewildered, exchanging glances, and finally turning to seek Bart’s guidance,
“Bart, what should we do?”
Bart glanced at Edgar, who lay pallid on the ground, and asked, “How many lashes were delivered?”
“Ninety.”
Bart clicked his tongue twice, unexpectedly admiring the man who had lost consciousness.
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“He endured silently until the ninetieth lash before passing out. Truly a man.” After a.moment of thought, he added, “You two didn’t go easy, did you?”
Both of them shook their heads in haste. “You know how strong we are. Besides, this was the Young Master’s orders. How could we dare to hold back?”
Pausing briefly, they continued, “Brother Bart, what should we do now? Should we continue with the final ten lashes? If we do, we might have to splash water on him to wake him up and continue.”
Bart remained silent, lowering his head to reassess Edgar lying on the ground. His face was devoid of color, as pale as paper, but his lips were stained with bright red blood. Despite his pitiful appearance, his distinct and handsome features didn’t make him appear ugly. Instead, they exuded a unique sense of fragile beauty.
Bart couldn’t help but sincerely sigh. The creator is truly unfair!
This man’s face is ridiculously handsome! No wonder our Miss keeps this face by her side. He looked pleasing to the eyes, at the very least.
“Bart?”
The two individuals still holding the cane called out to Bart in a state of helplessness. Bart snapped back to reality and earnestly looked at Edgar’s pitiful back
“Forget it. It’s already his limit to endure until now given his physical condition. If we wake him up. with water and continue, he’ll probably faint after just a few more lashes. Our Third Young Master emphasized swift resolution. Let’s go.”
“What about the instructions from the Third Young Master…”
“I will personally inform him of the situation.” Bart replied. The group prepared to return to the residence.
Before leaving, Bart called out Seventeen and Eighteen, who had remained hidden in the shadows.
“What did you two see just now?”
Seventeen and Eighteen lowered their heads. “Mr. Fallen fainted in the living room due to exhaustion from household chores. We didn’t see anything else.”
Bart nodded in satisfaction. “If Miss asks, stick to that story. If she doesn’t inquire, then let’s pretend nothing happened. Understood?”
“Understood.”
After exchanging the agreed-upon explanation, the group departed. Seventeen and Eighteen returned to their posts without paying any attention to the man who had fainted in the living room. Their Miss was the apple of the young masters’ eyes. Anyone who dared to harm her would receive their just desserts!
Edgar curled up alone on the cold marble floor of the living room..
His head remained in a dazed state, repeatedly jolted awake by pain, only to faint again. In this cycle of pain and dizziness, he endured endless forment.
Eric secretly met someone in prison.
When Nancy was brought out by police, Eric was astonished.
In the short time she had been inside, she had aged significantly. A third of her hair had turned white, her skin had deteriorated, and she resembled a madwoman. It seemed like she had a rough time during her imprisonment, as evident from the bruises on her face and body.