“I caused a cut on his forehead with the ashtray and teacup,” he revealed.


    Displeased, Lucinda queried, “Just a cut? Did it bleed?”


    Nathan, sensing her curiosity, answered, “Of course it bled.


    I put him through a lot of suffering.


    ”


    With a naughty smile, Lucinda probed further, “And then?”


    “Then I made him do over 50@ push-ups, stand for more than two hours, and stand upside down for half an hour…”


    Nathan’s hoarse, deep voice resonated until the door closed.


    In the dead of night, they shared an intimate encounter on their bed.


    Their moans could be heard intermittently.


    The following morning, in the Shaws’ house, Ryder and Sally rose early, patiently waiting in the dining room.


    They couldn’t eat until Mekhi arrived.


    Mekhi returned homete the previous night.


    When he got home, Ryder and Sally were already asleep.


    They were unaware that he was severely punished at the National Security Bureau and was brought back by his subordinates.


    Having rested for the night, Mekhi felt better, though his body was still weak.


    Mekhi hadn’t faced such punishment in years, and his body ached so much that descending the stairs became a challenge.


    In the dining room, Ryder and Sally, who had been waiting patiently, were astonished to see Mekhi, the overbearing head of the Shaw family, being assisted downstairs by the butler and servants.


    Concerned, Sally inquired, “Mekhi, what happened? Were you seriously hurt yesterday?”


    Ryder added, “If getting out of bed is tough, have the servant bring dinner to your room.


    Why go through the trouble ofing downstairs?”


    With furrowed eyebrows and a dark face, Mekhi didn’t respond to their questions.


    The butler spoke on his behalf.


    “I’m not sure what happenedst night, but Mr.


    Payne made things difficult for Mr.


    Shaw.This is property ? N?velDrama.Org.


    He punished him in the office for the entire afternoon, nearly pushing him to the brink of death.


    ”


    “Oh my goodness! I feel sorry for Mekhi,” Sally muttered.


    Ryder, hiding his excitement, bowed his head.


    Subjected to Mekhi’s oppression daily, Ryder never expected to witness Mekhi’s suffering.


    Mekhi couldn’t lose his temper and even had difficulty descending the stairs.


    Ryder strangely felt no concern-only a sense of satisfaction.


    Struggling with each step, Mekhi descended the stairs with assistance from the servants who guided him to the host’s seat at the table.


    As he settled into the chair, a wave of agony surged through his thighs and legs.


    It was torturing.