"Not enough. Keep going," Dylan's eyes narrowed fiercely.
The terrible slaps were heard again in the night, louder than before! Finally, Norah could not stand it.
"No... I dare not... I dare not... Sorry, I shouldn't have gone to Savannah today. I'm sorry... I don't dare to... anymore…"
Dylan signaled the bodyguard to stop, and then he looked at Norah, who had been slapped half to death.
"Next time, you will not be hit, but rather your tongue removed from your mouth."
Norah shuddered with terror.
Dylan motioned to the bodyguard again.
The bodyguard immediately released his hold of Norah and stepped back two steps.
Norah, whose face was all purple and swollen up with bruises, sighed with relief. She thought it was over. She was about to leave in pain when the bodyguard picked up a pot of paint and threw the paint at her!
