After divorce I am a billionaire

Chapter 235 Malcolm doesn't keep his virtue as a male

Malcolm finally spoke up, and all eyes in the room were unanimously on him.

He reached for his scarf and the gold buttons of his suit.

The wound on his chest was the most visual proof of this.

Seeing the large purple and red hickeys on her chest and collarbone that were about to be exposed to

all the Whites, Lyra's pupils quaked with fear and she grabbed him by the lapels and covered them

tightly.

"No taking off! So many people are watching. Are you ashamed of yourself?"

This son of bitch didn't keep his virtue as a male!

When he healed, let's see how she will deal with him!

Malcolm pursed his lips: "I'm a man. It's normal to show my chest."

"Not normal!" Lyra gave him an angry glare and threatened in a small voice, "Your body is only allowed

to be shown to me from now on! Hurry up and put it on!"

Malcolm heard her asserting her sovereignty over himself.

He was really happy that the woman he loved was possessive of him!

He fastened his buttons and looked toward Chad who was at the door.

Chad came in with a bound young man, threw him in the open space in the middle of the hall, and took

out another document, which Charles handed to the old Mr. White to read.

"He's the one who lied about Mr. Malcolm while he was on assignment. When I went to catch him last

night, he just happened to have Mr. Travis' fee and was ready to run. This information is his

confession."

The old Mr. White read the statement carefully and looked at Ryan with a serious expression.

Ryan froze slightly.

Travis clearly told him that the man had been quietly dragged to the suburbs to be killed. How could

Chad still catch him?

The old Mr. White handed him the confession, and he read it from beginning to end for three times,

repeatedly confirming its authenticity.

Finally it came to the conclusion that Travis's man was doing a bad job! He was caught!

Chad continued, "Mr. Malcolm is in charge of the White family. Mr. Travis almost got him killed this time.

Shouldn't he be dealt with according to the White family's rules?"

The people in the hall looked at the old Mr. White, as if asking him to give an instruction.

With their stares, the old Mr. White stroked his beard and stood up in Charles's assistance, "Malcolm,

now you're the master of the family. You decide for yourself. I go back to rest."

Malcolm nodded slightly, "Take care, grandpa."

"Dad! Don't you go!"

Ryan shouted twice.

With the old Mr. White gone, there was no one left to help him.

He now had no way to back down. This was Travis's first independent work, and it was done like this!

The old Mr. White ignored it and left the hall without looking back.

Once he left, the rest of the Whites felt free and followed the old man to leave.

In the blink of an eye, only Lyra, Malcolm, Chad and Ryan were left in the spacious hall.

The young man who just committed the crime was also taken down by Chad.

The people were gone. There was nothing to be embarrassed about. Ryan said with a smile, "Malcolm,

Travis he actually did not mean anything else. There is no need to describe that he deliberately harmed

you, not to mention that he was also injured. Until now he's still unconscious. Why not this two offset

and forget it?"

Lyra took over, "Mr. Ryan, you think too much. Fixing Travis is my idea. If you are dissatisfied, you can

scold with me. And Travis harm Mel this, one size doesn't fit all. Why offset?"

Ryan glared at her twice and looked at Malcolm: "What do you think, Malcolm?"

Malcolm pulled Lyra onto his lap and rubbed her face dotingly, showing affection like no one was

watching.

"Rara's right. One size doesn't fit all." All text © NôvelD(r)a'ma.Org.

He turned his head to look at Ryan and his eyes returned to coldness: "I heard my cousin is

unconscious until now? And badly injured?"

Ryan laughed: "Yes, I will go back and scold him. Next time he should do things more strictly!"

Malcolm ignored his words and looked to Chad, "You personally take someone to invite Mr. Travis.

Even if you have to carry him, you must bring him to the hall."

Ryan changed his face slightly and immediately winked at the bodyguard outside the door.

Twenty minutes later, Travis was escorted into the hall by Chad.

"Boss, just now Mr. Ryan's bodyguard tried to sneak away from the villa to take Mr. Travis, but I

subdued him."

"Good."

Travis was saved by his bodyguard last night. He was a man and was saved in time. For him, the injury

was not serious at all.

Malcolm knew long ago that he was faking it.

"Ryan, what do you think the punishment should be used on him?"

Ryan softened his tone, "Travis is just ignorant. Fortunately, there is no big problem on you, or else I

can give him a small punishment. Let me take him back and whip him thirty times, OK?"

"Dad!"

Travis was defiant.

Why should he be punished!? He just had bad luck.

He just hated why the bullet didn't hit Malcolm's heart or head this time!

Lyra had heard that the White family was a traditional family with strict rules, but she didn't know

whether thirty-time whipping was strict or not. Anyway, she just came to see the show.

Malcolm did not take Ryan's words. His face was grim and cold. Obviously, he was too dissatisfied.

Chad said for him, "Mr. Ryan, you're a little too protective, right? If Mr. Malcolm hadn't been so lucky

this time, I'm afraid that the position in power would have change. The Mr. Malcolm's intention is ten-

time. With the discipline whip."

"Discipline whip?" Travis gritted his teeth in hatred, "You are still alive and well, but you want half of my

life. Is it not too much!?"

Malcolm's eyes were cold and stern, adding carelessly, "You should be glad I'm not dead, otherwise it

would be more than just ten disciplinary lashes. If you say another word of nonsense, plus five."

Charles, the whip-taker of the family, helped the old Mr. White back to his room, just as he returned to

the hall.

Now Travis can't even get away with it.

When using the White family's discipline whip, the people who received the punishment needed to take

off their tops.

Lyra was still sitting on Malcolm's lap.

He gently patted her waist, but his gaze was directed to Chad, "You take Rara out first. I'll come over

later."

"Yes."

Lyra protested, "I'm not leaving. Is he going to take his clothes off? He's certainly not as good looking

as you. I don't care to see it, but I want to see with my own eyes how badly he'll end up!"

In addition to this reason, Chad had told her that Malcolm had been received the whipping six months

ago, so she was curious about how powerful this family rule was.

Malcolm did not speak.

Lyra wrapped his arms, muttering and pouting, "Mel's the best. You'd better believe me!"

Malcolm couldn't stand her delicate voice at all and gave in.

Travis was kneeling in the middle of the hall, revealing his lean back, and before it was even started, he

was shaking, seemingly afraid of the whip thing to the most.

Ryan could not bear to see his son being beaten, but Charles came to show that the old man was

tacitly approved, and he could only sit by and watch and was unable to do anything.

Charles took out the whip in the sandalwood square box with both hands and bowed first to the

ancestors of the White family, yet to Travis, "Mr. Travis, don't feel offended."

After finishing his words, the harsh sound of breaking wind sounded. Travis's back flesh was viciously

torn open by a bloody scar.

Because he was thin, each whip was like to the bone. His blood was dripping. The scene was

appalling.

Travis was initially able to resist two whips. When came to the fifth, the pain was unbearable. He was

wailing, rolling and screaming. He didn't care about his dignity now because nothing was more painful

and bitter than the severe pain by the whip.

Malcolm, whose face was expressionless and his gaze was cold-blooded, sent someone to pressed

him by the shoulders.

By the time the eighth whip was administered, Travis fainted from the pain on the spot.

Malcolm had cold water poured over him to wake him up, and Charles finished the last two lashes with

an iron face.

Travis was pale and completely fainted, and finally Ryan let the bodyguard carry him away. Just ten

lashes only, his back was split into small pieces of diamond-shaped.

Lyra quietly watched it. She looked calm. In fact, she was shocked.

With such an intuitive visual experience, she really felt how scary the White family whip was.

The most suffocating thing for her was that Travis took ten lashes and his back was injured like this, as

if he lost his half of his life.

Her Mel, with burn injury, had to resist more than Travis more than twice the training whip. Afterwards

he went back to Seaside Villa with her.

How painful should he have been in then?