The Divorced Heiress Revenge (Bella Thompson) novel Chapter 568

Chapter 568 

Gregory had called pretty much everyone who could be called away from their posts to gather around the hall. 

They surrounded Justin, who stood at the center, placing him in full view of everyone. 

Justin had already taken off his coat and was only wearing a thin 

white shirt. The sight of his strong arms and his muscled body underneath it made onlookers envious, and their hearts skipped a beat with the sheer masculinity he exuded. 

Gregory was doing this to hurt Justin’s pride and make him feel 

embarrassed. 

But he did not expect Justin to stand there proudly without sayin 

word. It was Justin’s complete victory, even though he had not do 

anything. 

The female employees covered their mouths as they blushed in 

excitement, almost unable to resist squealing. 

Honestly, Justin was still stunningly handsome even when he was being punished. His image was not affected at all. 

When Gregory saw that his son had no intention of admitting defeat. 

or that he was wrong, he cracked his whip viciously and hit the ground with a loud crack, which struck fear into everyone’s hearts. 

“Kneel!” 

Justin’s eyes flashed with a fierce, rebellious light as he laughed 

coldly. “Kneel? Do you think that’s possible?” 

“You-!” 

“I’m standing right here. If you want to whip me, just do it. Stop spouting nonsense.” Justin’s gaze was dark and cold, but calm. 

This was how it had always been. The Salvador family’s rules of discipline had been passed down from their ancestors. 

Even Nigel had suffered his father’s beating while surrounded by the family’s helpers in his youth. This rule did not change for the next generation of Salvador men either. 

Now, Justin was experiencing the rotten part of this rich family too. 

He turned around with a cold expression. 

Smack-! 

Smack-! 

Smack-! 

Gregory glared at Nigel, cracking the whip with gritted teeth as he whipped Justin three times in a row with all his might. 

“Ah! Young Master Justin is bleeding!” Someone in the crowd 

exclaimed in shock. 

Lines of striking red had appeared on Justin’s broad back. He was bleeding through his white shirt. 

This was nothing less than medieval torture. 

Shannon and Bethany were incredibly delighted. It was so satisfying 

that they almost wanted to grab some popcorn to enjoy the show with. 

However, Justin’s expression remained unchanged, and his back did. not bend. 

Even though he could feel his flesh had split open, even though each strike tugged at his old wounds and put him in so much pain that every nerve was trembling and he was on the verge of collapse, Justin still held on with sheer willpower. 

“Do you admit that you were wrong? Do you?!” Gregory