The hidden billionaire heiress (Lyra Melvin) novel Chapter 480

The endless torture and oppression was so intense that Shane could hardly breathe.

He clenched his fists and unclenched again.

The anger inside his heart kept rising, and he was on the verge of outburst.

All the physical punishments were former training programs. From beginning to end, except for the teacup that was smashed over, Malcolm did not beat him.

Even if he wanted to snitch, he could not find a suitable reason.

As he was thinking about it, Malcolm knocked on the desk with his knuckles and reminded coldly, "You have fifteen seconds to hesitate."

Shane gasped, and all the thoughts that were in his brain a few seconds ago, vanished into thin air when he heard those words.

Quickly walking to the wall, he gritted his teeth, held on to his breath, and stood himself up in a position two steps away from the wall.

Being close to the wall was not the same as being up against it.

It was to not support himself from the wall, but he completely relied on his arms' force that supported the weight of his entire body.

The wall behind he was simply a temporary support point to prevent injuries from falling down.

This training was quite challenging and very tiring.

Not to mention the fact that he was already on the verge of physical exhaustion.

He only lasted two minutes, and his arms were shaking.

If he really needed to hold on for thirty minutes, he thought he might die from the torments by Malcolm.

He hadn't been this wretched in years.

This experience, and this revenge, he would never forget for the rest of his life!

Malcolm looked at him from a distance, watched his trembling arms, haughtily lifted his cup of tea and took a sip before he began to say.

"Shane Callahan, I went to Frayton years ago and neglected to train you so that you take yourself more and more seriously. You even try to take advantage of the opportunity to take away my power."

Shane held back the pain and said with difficulty, "Mr. Malcolm ... are you joking? ... I wouldn't dare."

Malcolm grunted lightly and lazily rubbed his brow, "You are the deputy director of the National Investigation Bureau. I taught you so much over the past years. Your ambition, your desire for power and profit, no one knows better than me."

"Now, however, you have completely forgotten your original intention and become more and more strange to me."

Since Shane got the power of the Callahan family, the feeling of ordering everyone and making everyone must obey, fascinated him, and he began to hope for more and to get more power.

Shane was also very clear about that, but he would not change, and did not feel that he was wrong.

"Mr. Malcolm, you're right. I...haven't changed ..."

Saying those with his only remaining strength, his entire body fell backward and quickly adjusted the position with the support of the wall.

Malcolm didn't bother to listen to his perfunctory words, and his tone sounded serious, "You feel tired, feel like your arms are about to break, even feel like you can't hold on, don't you?"

Shane didn't say anything, but it was obvious in his mind that he did

Malcolm continued, "Back then, when I was trained by my master, it was even harder than this. I even felt that I was about to die."

"But the truth is that human potential is unlimited, and in the face of absolute oppression, even the proud has to bow their heads."

"And, knowing that I can't bear the punishment of failure, even if I would really risk my life, I will grit my teeth and hold on."

"Shane Callahan, there's more than a little difference between me and you."

Shane was slightly stunned.

He couldn't know what Malcolm meant.

Malcolm had never talked to him like this seriously, but today he was addicted to punishing him, making him to remember the past?