Javier had summoned everyone in the vi to the main hall. Jasper was surrounded by the crowd,


    isting him further.


    Jasper had shed his suit, unveiling his well-defined muscr physique beneath a thin white shirt. His


    masculine contours were visible through the fabric,


    Javier had wanted Jasper to be punished in front of everyone to humiliate him. To his dismay, Jasper


    won hearts by standing stubbornly in the middle of the crowd.


    The maids around him covered their mouths and blushed, struggling to suppress excited squeals. Even


    when Jasper was receiving a punishment, he looked as stunning as ever.


    When Javier noticed that Jasper had no intention of admitting his wrongdoing, he menacingly waved


    the whip in his hand, producing a bone-chilling, cracking sound as it struck the ground.


    “Kneel!’ Javiermanded.


    Jasper’s eyes bore a defiant look as he sneered, “Do you think I would?”


    “You-“Javier began.


    “I’m standing right here. Whip me if you must. Spare me the nonsense,” Jasper dered, his gaze


    unwavering and icy.


    Whipping had been a longstanding tradition within the family, passed down through the generations.


    When Javier was young, Newton had whipped him in front of all the servants with his shirt taken off.


    Even when Javier had taken charge of the family, this cruel practice had remained unchanged.


    Jasper was thetest victim of the arcane rule. He turned around, devoid of expression.


    The sound of three whips cracking through the air filled the room. Javier red at Jasper, putting all his


    might into delivering the threeshes.


    A collective gasp filled the hall as yoices eximed, “Mr. Jasper is bleeding!”


    The marks on Jasper’s solid back started bleeding and seeping into his white shirt. The flogging


    resembled an inhumane punishment from a bygone era.


    Sophia and Betty observed the proceedings with great delight.


    Jasper, however, remained resolute and unyielding, refusing to bow down in any way.


    His flesh had been bared, and theshes tugged at old wounds. Nerves twitched, and his bones felt as


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    they might give away, but he persevered.


    “Are you going to admit your fault? Hmm?” Javier continued tosh at him.


    “I’m not in the wrong,” Jasper hissed and raised his chin.


    “You insolent brat!” Just as Javier was about to strike again, two familiar figures suddenly appeared. A


    clear,manding female voice cut through the tense air. “Stop it!”


    All eyes turned immediately to the door. Meanwhile, Jasper was drenched in sweat from the whipping,


    his


    face drained of color.


    In his blurred vision, he saw Alyssa. Her beauty acted as an instant shot of adrenaline for him. Even on


    the brink of death, her presence had the power to revive him.


    “Alyssa …” he mumbled. She stormed up to him. As she drew near, he hesitated for a moment before


    closing his eyes and copsing into her arms, wearing a faint smile.


    “Jasper!”