The hidden billionaire heiress (Lyra Melvin) novel Chapter 228

"You even prepare the beaten things in advance. That's thoughtful of you, Malcolm. You think you are now more precious than before, so I don't dare to beat you?"

Malcolm lifted his face to see her. His eyes were read, showing his grievance, "In front of you, there is no the man in power of White Corp. There is no Mr. Malcolm. I make you angry and you should beat me."

Now the acting was much better than last night.

"Then I'll make your dream come true!"

She raised the whip and her eyes were fierce.

She had an urge to beat him until there was blood oozing in his body, and until he crawled and wailed to her for mercy!

But when she really did this, she instinctively wasn't at her all strength. She whipped him twice and all landed on his left arm.

"Does it hurt?" Her eyes were icy cold which was unabated.

Malcolm's brows furrowed lightly, and the trembling of his entire arm was controlled by him in the smallest of arcs.

He quietly took a deep breath and his dark eyes contained a smile, "It doesn't hurt."

What a bullshit!

Although the force she used was not particularly great which would cause his arm swollen at most, two times of whipping tore his shirt with the barbs on the whip, along with the flesh and skin rolled, leaving two shocking blood marks. The crimson blood on his white shirt was particularly striking.

Lyra realized something was wrong and looked down at the whip she was holding.

The whip was very rough. There were a number of lifted barbs. No wonder it cut the skin when she wasn't at her full strength. And those barbs of the whip were stained with beads of his blood.

She felt a little bad by those beads of blood.

But only momentarily, her brain was reoccupied with anger and rage that almost burned her entire sanity.

In order to play this drama, he was really willing to make efforts!

She gently picked his chin with the sheath of the whip and smiled in a cold and sarcastic way.

"You're scheming and trick me. You're using of self-injury to win my heart. Malcolm, you're really something! Doesn't it feel good to play me for a fool?"

Malcolm felt even more wronged, "I didn't mean to fool you. Lying to you to make you sad is my fault. I receive the punishment. But when you are done with the punishment and your anger is subsided, can you listen to my explanation?"

Lyra averted her eyes and her tone was cruel, "Fine, then wait until I finish. If you still have the strength to continue to argue, then say it!"

Malcolm closed his eyes, clenched his teeth, and waited obediently.

Lyra raised the whip in her hand again, but the hand clutching the handle was trembling.

He had waited for a long time, but the sound of whip swinging did not occur again.

Because she already knew the power of this whip, her hand can not swing down the third times in any case.

It was she who lost.

When she found out that Malcolm played her and lied to her, causing her to be overwhelmed in guilt for the past six months, she was really angry and wanted to beat the hell out of him! Sh even once wanted to let him really become a box of ashes!

But despite she was so angry that she really wanted to use the whip to beat him, she can not do so because she was very heartbroken and simply can not hurt him seriously ...

She was the one who lost in Malcolm's trick!

She was suddenly very frustrated.

A strong feeling of displeasure that she was cheated by Malcolm made her lash over the floor.

Chad and Fifteen, who were standing outside the villa far away heard the sound of whipping and trembled in fear.

After doing this, Lyra threw the whip and did not look at Malcolm who was still kneeling the ground. Then she turned her head and left quickly, not leaving a word to him.

She had just come out of the villa, and Chad hadn't expected her to be so quick, with the hemostatic ointment and bandages still in his hands.

By the time he remembered to hide behind him, it was too late and Lyra saw them clearly just in time.