The hidden billionaire heiress (Lyra Melvin) novel Chapter 603

Travis was about to collapse. He was obviously fine all afternoon, but was suddenly exposed.

He was grabbed by the collar of the big man Luca, and the intense pressure made him tremble.

The wound on his face that had just been made, was still aching, indicating that if he was beaten again, his weak body would not be able to carry it at all, and his ribs might be broken.

But if they let him do that disgusting thing in front of so many people, he can't do it.

After being a rich and powerful man for so many years, if he was performing to pick up the soap, he might as well just die.

Seeing that he didn't speak for a long time, Luca exerted force on his hand which was grabbing his collar, holding him by the whole body, "Give you three seconds. Choose immediately."

Travis shook his head and was unwilling, "I don't choose. Let me go. I didn't lie. I'll definitely pull him down and let him rot in hell!"

Luca sneered and pouted softly, "You are a powerless and idle chick. You can't even fight against me but still want to fix him. And you ordered me for an afternoon. Are you really playing me like a fool?"

He threw Travis to the ground heavily, and ordered his men to imprison him and press him against the wall.

"Since you don't choose, then I will help you choose. Both are required. Let you perform first, and then beat you."

"No!" Travis could clearly feel that someone was unbuttoning his trousers.

Being completely unable to face the hellish outcome that followed, he roared hoarsely, "I'm the young master of the White family, one of the three big families in Suham. Although my father was cut from power by Malcolm, he was a leading figure once fighting for power. If you dare to treat me like this, he will not let you go!"

Luca raised his hand and punched him hard, hitting him on the cheek so hard that he felt dizzy.

"You were thrown into here by Malcolm. Who cares about you? I'm not afraid of intimidation. You have to obey if you don't!"

Seeing the trousers slipping off, Travis was about to collapse and despair.

Cheers surrounded him, and the others was watching him for fun, as if they were happy to see the wealthy man being bullied like this.

Travis was shamed and angry to death, screaming loudly but struggling in vain.

With Luca's laughter, he was about to be forced to perform in public.

Clang clang!

An policeman stood outside the corridor and knocked on the iron gate of the cell with an electric baton.

A group of troublemakers instantly settled down, and Luca also sat in the corner in an orderly manner.

Travis was extremely sad and angry, and without turning around to look at the door, he quickly put on his trousers and put them on.

There was fog on the gold-rimmed glasses. He sobbed and wiped it with his sleeve, only to realize that he was scared to cry.

He was almost too ashamed to face others.

This would leave a lifetime of indelible shame.

The police officer focused on Travis. Even if the group of people stopped in time, he could still guess what was going on inside just now.

He knocked on the door again with the electric baton, reminding him cautiously, "Mr. Malcolm has said although you're a scum of the family, you're still a descendant of the White family. If someone dare bully you, Mr. Malcolm must fix the bullies."

The big man Luca smiled, which was very flattering, "Yes, yes, we won't bully Mr. Travis. Don't worry."

The policeman hummed with satisfaction and turned around and left.

Just two steps away, he thought of something, turned back, and added, "He really deserves to be beaten. Mr. Malcolm said you can't bully and humiliate him, but he didn't say you can't beat him. Just be careful and don't make him get seriously injured."

Luca's eyes lit up, "Understood."

His words made Travis fall back into the despair in an instant.

As soon as the police officer left, he instantly felt the unfriendly aura from them. Luca and several young men stared at him, looking at him as the tool of venting.

"No, no!!"

Travis held his head in defense.

Along with his screams and begging for mercy, Luca beat him on the nose and face, which leaving many bruises.

He shrank pitifully at the base of the wall, and one of his teeth was knocked out. No matter how hard he tried to hide, those fists would always hit him precisely, and it hurt terribly.

After half an hour of beating, Luca temporarily let him go.

After all, Malcolm had said so that Travis couldn't be severely injured or humiliated. The police officers obviously kept an eye on this room, and they must control their emotions and not be overly aggressive.

The punching and kicking finally stopped. Travis's gentleman image no longer existed. His snot, tears and blood were sticking together, and he looked very dejected.