First, that woman scammed them out of billions in cash flow, forcing them to buy useless drafts verified by the Ghost Doctor.
Then, the piece of Astral Titanium—specifically designated by the Syndicate Overlords for their scheme—was auctioned off to that woman for a mere two dollars.
Forget about stepping into the ranks of top-tier elite families and challenging the Lancaster family. Right now, it would be a miracle if the teetering Doyle family didn't go completely bankrupt!
And this idiot actually dared to push all the blame onto that woman? Did she still not understand where she went wrong?!
He swung the whip a few more times with brutal force.
Bianca passed out from the excruciating pain, only to be splashed awake with freezing saltwater.
After several repetitions, she was left with nothing but feeble groans.
On the other side, Sebastian was similarly suspended. His suit jacket was tossed on the floor, and his white shirt was soaked in blood.
Compared to Bianca, Sebastian clearly had more bloody welts on his body.
But he didn't struggle. He just hung there, neither crying nor screaming like Bianca.
In fact, when the whip struck his body, he grinned.
"Laughing? You're still laughing!"
Arthur looked at Sebastian's damp, twisted expression.
That smile sent shivers down his spine.
Irritated, he lashed out with even more force.
Sebastian grunted, the veins on his forehead bulging, yet his smile grew even more distorted, accompanied by heavy panting and excitement.
"Dad, good hit."
He chuckled darkly. "Only pain can make people remember a lesson."
He licked the blood seeping from the corner of his mouth, the rusty taste filling his senses.
A look of almost pathological excitement surfaced in his eyes.
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