The hidden billionaire heiress (Lyra Melvin) novel Chapter 277

Lyra looked at his cold face and was so abashed that she dawdled up from the carpet and lay pron onto the armrest of the sofa.

Just lying up, she glanced at Collin who was walking to her side.

Lyra's face went pale, "Wait, wait a minute!"

"Say it."

"Collin how many time do you ... want to beat me?"

She had to prepare for that in advance. After all, she still had to deal with Anthony and go back to see Malcolm later.

Collin's serious eyebrows were slightly raised, "You slept with him four or five times. So at least fifty times. What do you think?"

Fifty?

Lyra's heart went cold.

She thought it would be five times. With Collin's strength, if he made it real, would she still be alive and go back to Malcolm's villa today!?

And, did he sound like he was asking her opinion?

She turned back weakly, "Can I refuse?"

Collin was taking off his watch, removing his suit, rolling up his shirt cuffs, and giving her a condescending look.

"No."

She knew it!

Lyra's heart was dead, and she hit her head on the sofa.

Then she glanced at Collin's movement of swinging the belt, and she turned back again, "Wait! I still have something to say!"

Collin frowned and let out a soft tut, "What again?"

Lyra pinched her arm and looked at him with tears in her eyes, choking on pity.

"It's been years since I've not been beaten. I'm nervous, can ... you be merciful this time?"

Collin was in a violent mood, but was amused by her. He smiled, "Then today, I'll let you know if it is the same as before."

Seeing her pitiful look, Collin's anger had long been disappeared. He just scared her deliberately.

However, that sounded different in Lyra's ears. It was more like a death sentence for her!

Seeing Collin swing the belt again, she was silenced and shouted exaggeratedly, "Ahh! Colin is going to kill me!"

Collin gave her a shocked look.

He hadn't hit her yet, had he?

He hadn't seen her for a few years and she had forgotten all the rules? And she had learned how to pre-empt the attack and ask for help?

Collin's anger rose again, "Lyra!

Whoosh--

A stroke, without any let-up, hit Lyra's ass hard.

Lyra instantly stopped her fake howl and clenched her teeth subconsciously.

It hurt!

It was just the first stroke, and she already got cold sweating and her buttocks were numb with pain.

Collin was really tough!

Lyra clasped the armrest and she was cursing him in her heart. She deliberately picked a thick jeans this morning, but it only got little protective effect.

She would have known she should have worn five or six pairs of brushed long johns!

Collin saw that she didn't say anything, and sneered, "Why don't you pretend anymore? You're howling so vigorously just now!"

After he finished his words, the second one came with whoosh. And it was still solidly hard.

"Ouch, that hurt ..."