After divorce I am a billionaire novel Chapter 377

With that, he made the other three men in the room look at him in a respected way

It was admirable to have such an awareness.

It was a good and rare man.

Malcolm only thought two things: to bear the pain and finish copying the rules. He simply did not pay attention to the other three men in the room.

He breathed deeply and tried to adapt himself to the persistent pain.

But when he really took the pen to write, each word was shaky like a tadpole wagging its tail.

The room was unusually quiet.

Only the sound of Malcolm's heavy breathing could be heard.

Micah watched him shake his hand and finish the first one fairly neatly. He was supposedly getting used to the pain of level 7 so Micah coldly continued to add up to level 8.

The pain in the stomach increased without warning and quickly spread throughout the body.

Malcolm trembled violently even more, and the word he was writing was straight out of order.

The trembling right hand can barely hold the pen.

He raised his eyes and looked at Micah, who was sitting next to the analgesic apparatus.

Micah received his gaze and sneered, "You couldn't stand it? If you want to quit now, it's still possible."

Collin and Keith, who were sitting quietly across from each other, lowered their heads at the same time.

Anyone can say big words, but in front of the real torture and pain, not anyone can survive.

In the disappointed atmosphere, Malcolm shook his head and said with difficulty, "I just want to ask, do you have any requirements for handwriting? I don't write ... very well, if not...I'll ... rewrite it."

Micah was slightly stunned and stared at him for a while, obviously not expecting him to actually want to ask this, "No requirements, just finish copying."

With this kind of pain, it would be an almost impossible task to ask him to write clearly and neatly.

Micah, although he was down to test him, was not so inhumane.

Relieved by the answer, Malcolm bit his lower lip and continued writing.

His whole body was drenched with cold sweat. The sweat gathered on the tip of his nose, dripping onto the paper and blurring a lot of words.

The minutes ticked by as Keith watched quietly from the sidelines.

Noticing that his hand, who was holding the pen, was shaking more and more and writing with great difficulty, he was a bit intolerant and looked at Micah, trying to plead for mercy.

"Micah ..."

Micah frowned lightly, ignoring it. And he opened his mouth to say to Malcolm, "When the pain reaches level 10, the equivalent of twenty broken ribs at the same time, I'm going to start add more up."

This time, he didn't add to Malcolm's pain without warning, as he had done before.

Rather, it was a good precaution to Malcolm in advance so that he could be prepared.

When increasing, he was also extremely measured little by little, so that Malcolm can have a buffer process.

However, as the pain gradually reached its peak, it turned into a sharp pain.

Malcolm's features were distorted, even the eyelashes were trembling badly. The pain throughout his body made him grunt. His consciousness was a bit lax. He could not concentrate on writing, and he could not hold the pen in his hand at all.

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Downstairs in the hall.

Lyra waited uneasily, "Why hasn't he come down yet? Malcolm didn't get beaten up and passed out, did he?"

Kathleen reassured,"No, Micah is there. Relax, as long as he passes the test, he can marry you. You should believe in Malcolm, but also believe in your brothers."

Lyra had no choice but to sigh.

Kathleen hurriedly talked to her about her family life and tried to distract her.

Gradually, it was dark outside, and snow was falling in the garden.

Lyra looked at the time and almost two hours had passed since they went up.

She can't believe Malcolm hadn't come out yet. It must be something wrong!