Lingering Doting Marriage: Big Boss, Little Sweet Heart-Chapter 617 - : Enna Clark is My Bottom Line

Chapter 617: Chapter 617: Enna Clark is My Bottom Line

Baron Lawrence knew the effect of that whip when it struck. His thin lips pressed together, and he uttered a decisive word, “Fine!”

“Young Master…” The old housekeeper wanted to stop him.

The whip was made of shark tendon; it looked light but could crippnle or even kill an ordinary person after just three hits.

Old Master Lawrence shouted, “Don’t worry about him! If he says it’s fine, let him try!”

The old housekeeper was worried but didn’t dare to go against Old Master’s wishes. He could only watch as Old Master Lawrence picked up the whip and walked over.

Baron Lawrence stood in place, tall and straight.

“Baron, I’ll give you one more chance, it’s not too late to back out now.”

“A kind word is never repeated.”

Old Master Lawrence’s expression darkened, and with a swoosh, one whip struck his back.

A loud smack!

Baron Lawrence grunted, his body swaying as he clenched his fists. With one whip, his shirt on the back was torn open, leaving a horrific gash.

Without waiting, Old Master Lawrence delivered the second blow.

Intense tearing and pressure engulfed his back; Baron Lawrence grunted again and fell to one knee, blood seeping from the corner of his mouth.

On his smooth back, two intertwined gashes oozed blood from both sides. The torn flesh was a horrifying sight to behold.

A pin drop could be heard in the villa.

Not to mention others, even the seasoned bodyguards couldn’t stand seeing this and averted their eyes.

As for the old housekeeper, he couldn’t care less about propriety and reached for Old Master’s whip, begging, “Old Lord, don’t hit him anymore, the Young Master can’t take it.”

Regret flashed in the Old Master’s eyes, and he paused with the whip in his hand, waiting for Baron Lawrence to speak. If Baron Lawrence would relent, so would he.

The man, supporting himself on one knee, had sweat-drenched eyes, feeling unbearable pain from his interconnected wounds. The agonizing, ripping pain was enough to make anyone pass out! He gritted his teeth, not even allowing himself to grunt, his chiseled profile arrogant and hard. Even kneeling, he showed his unyielding pride!

“Young Master, don’t defy Old Lord’s wishes any longer; I’ll take you to get treated.” Sensing Old Lord’s hesitation, the old housekeeper urged Baron Lawrence.

Blue veins bulged on Baron Lawrence’s back of hands. He tried to stand but wobbled from the injuries on his back and waist. He raised his head, eyes firmly staring at Old Master Lawrence, and said hoarsely, “There’s one whip left.”

As agreed, he would be free to go after the last whip.

“Young Master!”

Old Master Lawrence couldn’t believe this stubbornness, in a fit of anger, he raised the whip and fiercely struck the torn flesh on his back one last time!

“Smack!”

Baron Lawrence’s body violently swayed, nearly falling.

His eyes closed, and Enna Clark’s smiling face flashed in his mind.

It was as if Enna Clark was his anesthetic; the pain vanished in an instant.

He had promised Enna Clark that he would go home and eat the Tomato and Egg Noodles she made.

He couldn’t pass out; even if he had to crawl, he would do so back to Enna Clark’s side!

Blood welled up in his stomach. Baron Lawrence, with a furrowed brow, spat out a mouthful of blood.

Bright red blood smeared the shiny white marble floor, a shocking sight!

The old housekeeper wanted to help him but was pushed away by Baron Lawrence.

Clenching his teeth, Baron Lawrence endured the unbearable pain and stumbled to his feet.

The natural-born soldier’s unyielding character forbade even the slightest submission.

He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, leaned on the nearby sofa, and stood up, facing Old Master, “The three whips are done; can I leave now?”

“…” Old Master Lawrence said nothing.

Baron Lawrence forced himself upright, dragging his bloodied body towards the door.

The bodyguards didn’t know if they should let him go, and they still blocked the door.

Old Master Lawrence flung his whip, his words squeezed through gritted teeth, “Let him get out!”

The bodyguards made way, and the door was opened from the outside. freewebnoveℓ.com

Baron Lawrence walked to the door without looking back, suddenly stopped, and said, “Don’t touch Enna Clark; she’s my bottom line.”

In the empty hall, Baron Lawrence’s deep, cold voice echoed, harsh and merciless, leaving no room to relent.

“Whoever dares to touch a hair on Enna Clark’s head, I will turn against!”

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