Chapter 1700


    Chapter 1700


    Daisie had grown up in a very protective household, just like a delicate flower that was raised in a


    greenhouse and had never experienced a single storm in its life.


    So, how could she have seen such cruelties? That was especially so when he was rted to why Ayan


    got tortured in the first ce.


    Another reason Noce did not dare to tell Daisie about Ayan was that he was worried she would learn


    about his involvement.


    That was why he had only left his good side to Daisie.


    At the same time, on the other side of the city, in the Pruitt manor The sound of a p resounded in the


    living room.


    Freyja’s face was turned to the side, and her cheek flushed.She did not scream out of pain but listened


    to Sandy’s reprimand.


    "Just whose side are you on? Your brother’s n almost seeded, and you’ve ruined it!"As long as


    Daisie and Noce could no longer get along because of this incident, Ken would have the opportunity


    to use this incident to get a hold of the daughter of the Goldmanns.However, she did not expect this


    ungrateful daughter of hers would betray her own family! Freyja stared at her furious mother and asked


    calmly, "Mother, I don’t hope to see you two walk down a path of no return.Do you really think the


    Goldmanns are a family you can deal with?"


    Sandy sneered.


    "It’s not up to you to decide whether I can handle them or not.I only want the daughter of the


    Goldmanns to break up with that b*stard, Noce."


    "Didn’t Noce take a fancy to Daisie only because of the Goldmanns’ status and power that she had


    behind her? If she doesn’t have the Goldmanns to back her up, how would he possibly even take a


    closer look at her?"


    What Sandy said did not surprise Freyja at all as she had gotten used to it long ago.


    "Ken did inherit all his conceit from you."


    "How dare you talk back to me! ?"


    Sandy pped her again.


    Freyja’s ears buzzed this time around, and the hand hanging by her side clenched tightly.It seemed like


    that was not sufficient for Sandy to vent her exasperation, however.


    Thus, she yelled at the servants, "Bring me the whip!"


    The servants looked at each other in dismay but did not dare to say a word, so they did as ordered.


    Sandy grabbed the whip and pointed it at her.


    "You, kneel before me."


    Freyja knelt on the ground.


    Sandy swung the leather whip at her body, and the excruciating pain made Freyj’s body tense up.


    Every inch of her flesh that ended up covered in whip marks hid well under her clothes as they


    trembled from the agony.


    Freyja did not let off any sound, not even a whimper, and gnashed her teeth.N?velDrama.Org owns this.


    Beads of cold sweat rolled down from the edge of her jaw, and blood was drained away from her lips.


    The pain gradually turned into numbness, and the thin sleeves were eventually dyed red.


    The series of whipping did not stop until the whip snapped.


    Freyja could feel the pain of her skin splitting and the quiver that took ce within the muscle tissues


    that were now exposed to the air.


    Sandy threw the broken leather whip away and pointed to the door.


    "Useless piece of sh*t, lock her in the warehouse.And before she asks for mercy, no one is to give her


    a single drop of water without my permission."


    Freyja’s cell phone was confiscated, and she was locked away.


    There was no window in the warehouse, only venttion pipes.


    As such, it was extremely warm, especially now that it was summer.


    Freyja sat down slowly along the corner of the wall and gasped in pain when she seemed to have torn


    her wounds.


    She could not lie downpletely, so she could only lean on her side.


    The warehouse door was closed, and the space around her turned into darkness in an instant.


    Two dayster, near the end of the month, the college’s anniversary started.


    The T-stage for the show had been built and decorated, and the lighting and backdrop gave the hall a


    grandeurparable to the Sheena Fashion Week, which looked solemn and splendid.


    Daisie tried on her costume backstage and repeatedly sent Freyja text messages via her cell phone,


    but Freyja had not responded since thest text, which had been sent two days ago.She could not help


    but worry.


    Suddenly, she received a text message from Freyja on her cell phone.


    [Pruitt manor, the youngdy has been locked up by Mrs.Pruitt.]


    Daisie got up immediately, dashed out to the corridor, and called Colton.


    "Colton, something happened to Freyja!"


    At the Pruitt manor...


    Sandy sat in the living room, arranging flowers and ignoring the fact that Freyja was still locked in the


    warehouse.


    Brandon came home from a business trip at this time and learned about the things that had transpired


    two days ago, so he entered the living room and asked, "You''ve locked Fey in the warehouse for two


    days!?"