After divorce I am a billionaire

Chapter 211 Beat the hand and make the rules

Sheila looked at her in shock, then at the ruler, and subconsciously stepped back.

"You bitch! You are clearly trying to use this opportunity to screw me! You don't really want to return the

Freeman Manor and the group to us at all. I disagree! I'm determined to disagree! You don't even think

about it."

Lyra had a cold face and took the ruler into her hand to play with it, "You were the one who just said

you would obey unconditionally, but now it's not up to you."

Just as she finished speaking, Eleven and Twelve quickly stepped forward and pressed on Sheila's

shoulders.

"What do you want!?"

Sheila's eyes were gradually tinged with fear, and she said with a strained neck, "You want to scare

me, don't you? You think I'm afraid of you!? I won't give in to you. You bitch, even if I die!"

Lyra took hold of the ruler and approached her, "You're happy to call me bitch, aren't you? You don't

have the quality of a rich girl, so I'll show you the way today!"

"What are you doing!? You want to hit me? Bitch! Don't you dare touch me!"

Lyra sneered and shook her head.

She was really stupid and can not distinguish the situation. Now continuing to scold would only irritate

her.

But it was good. She could teach her a lesson now.

"How many swear words have you uttered since you entered the room?"

Sheila was confused by the question.

She cursed in passing, and who knew how much she said.

Eleven counted, "Miss, there are five dirty words." NôvelDrama.Org: owner of this content.

Lyra tapped the ruler in her hand, "A word for two times of hitting. I won't beat you more today. Just ten

times on you palm."

"No! Who are you?! I've been spoiled since I was a kid. My mom and dad couldn't even touch a finger

on me! You are just nothing!"

She was so scared that she couldn't imagine how much it would hurt for that ruler to hit her hand,

struggling frantically and screaming non-stop.

"Mom, help me! She's going to beat me to death! Mommy!"

Fiona was also heartbroken, but in order to really change her daughter's spoiled and domineering

virtue, she had to be ruthless and turned her face away, ignoring Sheila's pleas for help.

Sheila watched as her wrists were forcibly held down by the bodyguards. Her arms were unable to be

dragged back, and Lyra caught her fingertips, exposing her palms helplessly.

She wanted to continue to curse, but was condemned by Lyra, "This time is only ten strokes. If you

always can't control your mouth, and still dare to curse, then next time I will use the ruler to slap your

mouth. Do you want to try one more curse?"

Lyra was pissed off and was capable of anything.

If she was really slapped by the ruler, her face would be ruined!

Sheila was terrified and swallowed in fear, biting her lips tightly and not daring to talk nonsense.

Seeing that she was obedient a little bit, Lyra wasn't unambiguous and hit her palm.

"Ah! It hurts! Don't ! Mom, help me! She's going to beat me to death!"

Sheila shivered with pain. And her tears soared out of her eyes and she let out a pleasant scream.

In the first time, Lyra did it with all her strength. Coupled with her martial arts background, Sheila's fair

palm quickly turned red and swollen

Lyra's expression was cold as she continued for four consecutive strokes.

Sheila howled so loudly that she cried, and her arms were shaking with pain.

The palm of the left hand had only been hit for five times. And the original tender palm became purple

and swollen.

Fiona listened to the sound of the ruler whistling, also cried and resisted the urge to go up to stop.

Finally she simply sat in the sofa to play deaf.

Lyra struck hard, giving her five strokes with her left hand and then catching her right hand and giving it

another five strokes.

The ruler punishment was finished before Eleven and Twelve loosened the confinement on Sheila.

It was the first time for Sheila to be hit by a ruler. Her calves were shaking. Once she lost support, she

can not stand and fell to the floor.

The palms of her hands subconsciously touched the ground. The pain was so intense that she almost

passed out and cried breathlessly.

Fiona rushed up to help her and checked the injury on her palm.

Lyra put a box of swelling cream on the table. And the stern look did not change, "Remember the rules.

I'm prepared to turn a blind eye. Seven days later, I'll come to check your results . If you are not

convinced, you can try to provoke me again."

Sheila shrank into Fiona's arms. Except for bawling, she can not do anything to Lyra.

The way she looked at Lyra was full with fear.

This woman was too ruthless, simply a devil ...

Lyra saw that she did not dare to scold. The flame was also subsided a lot, which made very satisfied.

It was true that words were better than actions. This was the ancestor's wisdom.

She had the ruler placed on the dressing table across from Sheila's room so that she could see it every

day at first sight when she woke up.

After the rules were set, Lyra had Fiona sign the two real estate transfer agreements and left without

even looking at Sheila on the floor.

In these seven days, with the pressure of the ruler, Sheila was afraid of being beaten and obediently

memorized a whole book.

When it was for the random check, although there were some mistakes, she was barely considered

she could memorize the complete book. Lyra did not deliberately make things difficult for her. According

to the most stringent standard. She hit her ten times in palms.

Sheila felt painful and angry, but can not do anything to her, only know to cover the swollen and painful

hands and cry, "You are a cold-blooded animal. You only know how to bully me. I hate ..."

Lyra let her cry, "Good, there is progress. The words used to accuse me are much more civilized than

before. But I'm afraid you've been swearing at me in private for a while now, haven't you?"

Sheila stopped talking and glared at her with a pout.

Yes, it was true. When she took a dump in the toilet, she always cursed Lyra!

The nightly bedtime ritual was also to swear Lyra!

Lyra looked at her expression and understood. Then she called all the servants in, "From today

onwards, everyone can supervise Sheila. As long as she speaks dirty words, there is a prize for

reporting. One thousand at a time."

The servants' eyes lit up.

Sheila felt miserable. From that day on, she was followed by someone quietly no matter what she did,

and even during the lesson with the etiquette teacher, there were many servants who came to observe

her quietly.

At first, Sheila was so angry that she couldn't resist scolding the servants for a few times, and many of

them were happy to get bonuses.

And Lyra followed the rule and hit her palms.

Sheila's palms were swollen, and for half a month she couldn't remember what originally color her

palms had been.

When eating, she can't even hold a spoon. Fiona was still concerned about her daughter and fed her

twice secretively, but Lyra knew it and stopped it seriously.

This behavior should never be indulged.

Sheila, although being aggrieved and resentful in her heart, was completely scared by Lyra and would

think more in her head before she said something.

As the days passed, the time she was beaten became less and less.

4th December.

Frayton received its first heavy snowfall in the winter, blanketing the entire city in a hazy layer of snowy

white.

Lyra wrapped in a sable coat, with a dark black lace dress, which was exquisite and luxurious, but also

solemn.

She picked some very nice red plum blossom and made a trip to the cemetery to visit Melvin.

Melvin's tombstone was covered with snow, and Lyra patiently helped him to clear the snow away and

spoke to him with gentle eyes.

"Mel, I didn't expect the first snow in Frayton is the day after you were buried for a month. But it's really

cold these two days. I don't know if you will be cold over there."