Wait, She’s a Billionaire (Sheena Lawson) novel Chapter 678

Chapter 678 

Though incredibly tired, Sheena could not sleep well with Nathaniel watching over her. 

Nathaniel quietly gazed at her profile for a while, contemplating discussing the matter of the child in her belly. However, seeing how exhausted she seemed, he hesitated. 

After much hesitation, Nathaniel decided not to wake her and left the bedroom, closing the door behind him. He then drove straight to the dungeon, using the privileges granted by Kelly, which ensured a smooth and unobstructed journey. 

The dungeon was dim and damp, with flickering oil lamps on the gloomy walls. 

The sound of a heavy whip cracking against flesh became clearer as he advanced further. Yet, despite the relentless beating, there were no cries or pleas for mercy, creating an eerie atmosphere. 

The guard opened the cell door, and the overwhelming scent of blood greeted Nathaniel. He leisurely walked in, in a rather good mood, enjoying the sight of Lionel’s misery. 

Lionel’s hands were suspended, and his feet did not touch the ground. After a severe lashing, his entire body was covered in blood. 

Even though he seemed disoriented, he remained silent. 

Nathaniel extended his hand toward the person whipping Lionel, who respectfully handed over the whip handle. He gripped it tightly, casually stirring it in a nearby bucket of saltwater to cleanse the blood. 

The water in the bucket turned red. 

“Lionel, how many times did you strike me before? Now, I’m returning the favor. How does it feel? Are you satisfied with their service?” 

Lionel, panting heavily, responded disdainfully, “I’m enjoying every moment! Your people are weak, just like you!” 

Despite being trapped and beaten, Lionel continued his defiant attitude in front of Nathanfel. 

Unhappy, Nathaniel furrowed his brow and swung the whip, personally delivering two harsh lashes. 

If the saltwater soaked into one’s torn and battered skin, it could definitely cause spasms and agonizing cries. Yet, Lionel gritted his teeth, refusing to show any signs of humiliation. 

If it were not for the blood dripping from the corner of his mouth, Nathaniel would actually believe that Lionel knew no pain. 

Impressed, Nathaniel remarked, “How admirable! Just as expected of someone who has been with Elliot for years! But, under severe punishment, even the bravest falter. Our time together is far from over. We have branding irons, needles, clubs, sulfuric acid… Let’s go through it all in these seven days! 

Lionel spat blood onto the ground, sneering, “You truly are a beast! Whatever Mr. Jenkins did to you before, you’re giving it back to him. How creative!! 

Nathaniel’s face darkened, an expression of unparalleled gloom. He scooped up a ladle of saltwater and splashed it onto Lionel’s body. 

A loud splash echoed through the dungeon. 

The blood on Lionel’s shirt diluted significantly, but the muscles along his jaw trembled, and his face 

paled. 

Glaring at Lionel with intense malice, Nathaniel gritted his teeth. 

“I promised Nana to spare your life. Feel free to be arrogant. It’ll only make my torment more ruthless!”