Chapter 1115


    Bruce''s pride was deted like a popped balloon, his face flushed with the shame of public


    embarrassment. His heart raced with panic as he shot Lucy a re that could kill. If only Lysander


    would just get rid of her, he could wash his hands of this mess.


    Lysander''s gaze shifted to his entourage of bodyguards. "Help her out!" hemanded.


    The bodyguards, each a towering figure of muscle and brawn, began to move. These weren''t just any


    hired guns; they were trained fighters. If theyid their hands on Lucy, her pretty face might not stay so


    pretty.


    Lucy''s legs turned to jelly, and she stumbled back a step, her voice quivering with fear. "I…I''ll do it, Mr.


    Sinir. Please, I’ll handle it myself."


    The bodyguards paused, allowing her the space. Lucy, fighting back tears, raised her hands and


    pped herself across the cheeks. "It''s all my fault, I deserve this for speaking out of turn!"


    "That''s not nearly enough!" Lysander''s voice was icy, gripping the room with its authority.


    Lucy''s heart skipped a beat. Clenching her teeth, she pped herself again, harder this time. "I


    deserve it, I do! I''ll never speak out of turn again!"


    The ps resounded with a sharp ''smack, smack,'' her cheeks burning from the force she used. She


    had to make it convincing, fearful that Lysander would demand more if he wasn''t satisfied.


    Her cheeks stung painfully, her head buzzed, and a ringing echoed in her ears. She was relentless in


    her self-punishment.


    All the while, she acknowledged her mistake, hoping to quell Lysander''s anger.


    Bruce watched from the sidelines with cold approval, thinking she got what she deserved.


    After the self-inflicted punishment, Lucy looked up at Lysander with panic in her eyes, trying to gauge if


    he was appeased.


    Lysander''s expression remained intense, but his piercing gaze now turned to Thssa. "Are you


    satisfied?"


    He was seeking Thssa''s approval. If she wasn''t satisfied, Lucy would have to continue the pping.


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    Thssa caught Lysander''s intense look, recognizing that he was seeking justice for her, standing up


    for her. Under different circumstances, she would have been grateful for his support. However, the


    thought of the night he spent with Susan made her heart clenched painfully, preventing any sense of


    joy.


    After all, Lysander was on Lucy''s side.


    His defense of her now seemed only a temporary gesture.


    Thssa''s breath trembled as she tried to speak through her difort. "A couple of ps for a few


    careless words, I doubt she''ll be speaking out of turn again."


    She didn''t want to prolong the ordeal.


    Ethan, taking control of the situation, said, "Take a seat. You haven''t finished your juice, and wasting


    them isn''t a good habit."


    Lucy nced warily at Bruce, no longer daring to stay close to Lysander.


    Bruce, however, didn''t even spare her a look, nonchntly sitting down with a fake smile, feigning


    admiration. "Mr. Sinir, your decisiveness is admirable. I''m much more at ease knowing you''re


    watching out for Thssa."


    Upon hearing Bruce''s insincere words, Thssa shot him an angry look.


    Lysander''s hand rested casually on the table, but the veins on his hand stood out, his eyes cold as


    daggers when he looked at Bruce.


    "Mr. Sinir, your juice is ready," cooed a voice, artificially sweet.


    The waitress approached, cing the juice in front of Lysander with eyes that openly flirted.


    Thssa''s elegant brows furrowed in disapproval as she recognized the so-called waitress – it was


    Susan!