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Lyra looked at his cold face and was so abashed that she dawdled up from the carpet and lay pron onto the armrest of the sofa.

Just lying up, she glanced at Collin who was walking to her side.

Lyra's face went pale, "Wait, wait a minute!" "Say it." "Collin how many time do you ... want to beat me?" She had to prepare for that in advance. After all, she still had to deal with Anthony and go back to see Malcolm later.

Collin's serious eyebrows were slightly raised, "You slept with him four or five times. So at least fifty times. What do you think?" Fifty? Lyra's heart went cold.

She thought it would be five times. With Collin's strength, if he made it real, would she still be alive and go back to Malcolm's villa today!? And, did he sound like he was asking her opinion? She turned back weakly, "Can | refuse?" Collin was taking off his watch, removing his suit, rolling up his shirt cuffs, and giving her a condescending look.

"No." She knew it! Lyra's heart was dead, and she hit her head on the sofa.

Then she glanced at Collin's movement of swinging the belt, and she turned back again, "Wait! | still have something to say!" Collin frowned and let out a soft tut, "What again?" Lyra pinched her arm and looked at him with tears in her eyes, choking on pity.

"It's been years since I've not been beaten. I'm nervous, can ... you be merciful this time?" Collin was in a violent mood, but was amused by her. He smiled, "Then today, I'll let you know if it is the same as before." Seeing her pitiful look, Collin's anger had long been disappeared. He just scared her deliberately.

However, that sounded different in Lyra's ears. It was more like a death sentence for her! Seeing Collin swing the belt again, she was silenced and shouted exaggeratedly, "Ahh! Colin is going to kill me!" Collin gave her a shocked look.

He hadn't hit her yet, had he? He hadn't seen her for a few years and she had forgotten all the rules? And she had learned how to pre-empt the attack and ask for help? Collin's anger rose again, "Lyra! Whoosh-- A stroke, without any let-up, hit Lyra's ass hard.

Lyra instantly stopped her fake howl and clenched her teeth subconsciously.

It hurt! It was just the first stroke, and she already got cold sweating and her buttocks were numb with pain.

Collin was really tough! Lyra clasped the armrest and she was cursing him in her heart. She deliberately picked a thick jeans this morning, but it only got little protective effect.

She would have known she should have worn five or six pairs of brushed long johns! Collin saw that she didn't say anything, and sneered, "Why don't you pretend anymore? You're howling so vigorously just now!" After he finished his words, the second one came with whoosh. And it was still solidly hard.

"Ouch, that hurt ..." Lyra hissed and whimpered miserably, with tears of pain coming out of her eyes.

Why was Kathleen still not downstairs!? If Collin kept hitting her this hard, she would sustain ten strokes at most before she died! "You asked for it!" Collin grimaced darkly, and his arm raised high once more.

Lyra saw it and immediately closed her eyes in fear and tensed her body.

The next second, a pair of delicate hands hugged her from behind, protecting her.

It was Kathleen who heard the loud noise from downstairs and ran all the way down from the fourth floor's room.

"Well, Collin, twice is enough. Do you really want to break her legs?" Collin grunted coldly, and his fury was unabated.

Kathleen continued to persuade, "Besides, one hand alone can't clap. Even if she sleeps with him, it is Malcolm who does not refuse. Why don't you go to beat him?" Lyra was confused to hear that.

This was not the right persuasion. Why did she blame Malcolm again? Collin: "What's the point of beating up Malcolm? I'll take my men to the White Manor this afternoon and kill him!" Lyra had not yet recovered from the pain, hissing and gasping. And she persuade him hurriedly, "Why do you always think of killing him?! We're in a legal society. Calm down a little but. You can beat your own sister, but you can't touch him!" Collin rolled up his cuffs and laughed coldly, "Okay, you protect him. There are still forty-eight strokes, continue!" Lyra shuddered violently just hearing that number.

"All right! Why are you angry with Lyra? You just hit two times. | was upstairs with the door closed and | can still hear that. She must be in pain. If you hurt her, you'll feel distressed for her. Why are you so stubborn?" Kathleen was Collin's soft spot.

Her words were very persuasive. Then Kathleen grabbed his belt and took the initiative to help him tie up.

"For Malcolm's matter this time, | am angry as well. You don't allow your sister to sleep with him for her good. But, getting along for a long time can't be without quarrel. Since she is still willing to choose him, you might as well believe in her once again, and observe Malcolm for a while." Collin's anger was gradually doused by her, and his breath was cold as he sat down on the opposite couch.

Kathleen rushed to help Lyra, who was still lying on the armrest of the sofa, to get up.

Lyra's starry eyes misted with tears and she gratefully said, "Kathleen ..." "It hurts, doesn't it?" Kathleen helped her wipe the cold sweat off her forehead and helped her to sit on the sofa.

Once her body touched the sofa's cushion, she hissed softly. Her features were distorted and written with misery, "Forget it.

Sitting hurts more. I'd better stand.” Collin was sitting across the table and was watching her. His eyes were going from sharp to calm and finally soft.

Kathleen saw it and pursed her lips.

It was sure enough. This man was already hurting! Kathleen knew Lyra well enough to exchange a look with her and probably guessed that she had come over at the risk of getting beaten up for telling the truth. Lyra had another purpose so she offered to help her.

"Lyra, you came here so early today. Do you encounter any difficulties recently?" Lyra held her waist and nodded furiously, then walked over to Collin. She crouched, patted his knee, and pouted gently, "Collin, do you remember what happened to me half a year ago when Anthony stole lab drugs and hurt me?" "Yes, what's wrong?" Lyra bit her lower lip, "I think it's not enough to keep him in High-order Prison!" Collin wondered, "I got someone to go in there and help you beat him up a few times before. It wasn't enough to vent your anger?" "Not enough!" Squatting was a bit tiring, especially in this position. Her jeans were strained and Lyra's forehead began to sweat again.

She took a deep breath and continued, "Anthony asked me to visit him yesterday. He said he wanted to marry me, so | couldn't take it!" Collin wrinkled his brows, "So you're trying to ...?" Lyra had a cold glint in her eyes, "Il want you to help me smuggle him out!" mmMwWLIII0fifl0&1 mmMwWLIII0fifl0&1 mmMwWLII0fiflO& 1 mmMwWLIII0fifl0&1 mmMwWL1i10fif10&1 mmMwWLIiI0fiflO&1