31 Proposals Too Late Chapter 09
“Since when had Leon’s urn shattered?
“How could this have happened?
“And the injuries on Katniss–what exactly happened?” he thought.
He had punished Katniss according to the gang’s rules.
But it had only been ten lashes!
After all, he knew his men would never hurt her.
At most, it would have been a formality, just a warning–no one would actually strike her.
Katniss was his woman, the lover who had shared countless hardships and danger with him, and the only one who could bear his children.
Who on earth had dared to hurt her?!
His face darkened instantly as he forced himself to walk out.
But he had not gone far when he came to a halt.
“Katniss? Who the hell did she think she was? In the end, she still lost to Ms. Calder! I bet she wasn’t even worthy of being Ms. Calder’s slave!”
“Exactly! Troy’s forty lashes were brutal, and she almost lost her life!”
The hospital room was filled with smoke.
The nurse walked past Tyron and pushed the door open, immediately covering her nose and frowning deeply.
“Smoking is forbidden in the hospital, don’t you know that? Put it out and open the windows!”
The men sneered, one of them mocking the nurse by repeating her words, laughing even more wildly.
The man in front jumped off the bed with a cigarette in his mouth and forcefully put his hand on the nurse’s shoulder, smiling maliciously.
“Hey there, beautiful. Ever heard of Tyron? We work for him.”
He gripped her even tighter as she struggled, grinning viciously as he clenched the cigarette butt in his other hand.
Suddenly, he was about to grope the nurse’s chest when-
“Ugh!”
“Troy!”
The lackeys panicked and rushed forward.
But when they saw the man’s face clearly, they all turned pale and began to tremble uncontrollably.
Troy Masberg’s arm was twisted hard behind his back. He could not see who it was, but the dislocated pain drove him to scream and curse wildly.
“It hurts like hell! Let go of me! Do you know who I work for?!”
He kept shouting Tyron’s name, making the men behind him too scared to breathe.
A flash of ruthless fury crossed Tyron’s eyes.
He took the cigarette from Troy’s hand and calmly pressed it onto Troy’s bare back.
Once, twice, three times…
Troy’s screams of pain rang out beside them.
“Tell me who do you really work for?”
Troy’s trembling body stiffened, and soon, his legs began to give way.
With a loud “thud“, his knees slammed into the ground.
“I’m sorry, Tyron! I didn’t know it was you! I’ll do it myself!”
Troy picked up the cigarette butt from the floor, gritted his teeth, and burned his own arm with it.
As long as Tyron did not stop him, he kept burning himself again and again.
Suddenly, Tyron stomped hard on the back of Troy’s hand, grinding it repeatedly.
The murderous intent in his eyes was terrifying.
“Say it again. Who do you work for?!”
Troy realized that Tyron had heard everything he said earlier.
His face turned ashen, yet he still refused to speak.
Tyron’s cold gaze lingered on him. “Not talking? What about you?”
The two men in the corner, already shaking badly, immediately dropped to their knees.
“We’ll talk!”
“It was Ms. Calder! She told us to carry out the punishment at the cemetery–she was afraid you’d go soft, afraid you’d let Katniss off easily, and afraid the others wouldn’t hit her hard enough, so she made Troy whip her himself!”
“Yes, I can prove it! The rules were clearly ten lashes, but Troy added 30 more on his own, making it 40 lashes in-
