The hidden billionaire heiress (Lyra Melvin)

Chapter 602 Difficult at first, easy later on

He was thinking frantically, and the big man behind him slapped him on the head.

Travis wailed in pain. His head was dizzy, and there was a viscous liquid on his forehead running down

his temples.

He was dizzy and wanted to die. Was his head broken?

What the hell was this suffering?

"Help! I'm going to be killed. Come and save me."

He yelled at the door outside the iron railing, but no one responded.

The other dozen or so men who were imprisoned with him sat quietly by the wall, silently watching him

being beaten, without any intention of stepping forward to help.

Travis was small and weak, and couldn't stand a few punches from the big man.

Seeing that he was being used as a sandbag and his nose bled, he hurriedly said, "I hate him! He has

bullied me since he was a child. Sooner or later, I will kill him and make him pay a painful price!"

The big man stopped punching and kicking him. Looking at his shy and scared eyes, he scoffed, "With

your physique, you can't even beat me but you still want to kill him?"

He was finally free. The bruised, red and swollen areas on his body made me feel extremely painful.

Travis wiped his nosebleed with his sleeve and gritted his teeth and said, "I can't beat him, but I have

brains. My father is the second son of the White family. When I get out of here, I will definitely make

him pay a painful price!"

The big man was a little convinced, "Is your father powerful? Can he really beat him?"

Travis made nonsense, and in order not to be beaten, he lied.

"Of course, my dad is more powerful than him. If it wasn't for the old man to protect him, the position in

power is now my dad's. When the old man dies, he will no longer have a backer, so he can only be

oppressed by me and my dad. That's why he's so impatient to deal with me. I won't let him make it."

He looked at the big man flatteringly, "Malcolm White has killed a lot of your brothers? Don't worry.

When I leave here in a few days, I'll definitely help you and get revenge on him!"

The big man looked at him. Although Travis was injured on his face, his movement of adjusting the

gold-rimmed glasses and even wearing glasses were indeed very different from the temperament of

ordinary people.

"My name is Luca Barker. If you can really help me get revenge on him and pull him down from the top

of the pyramid in the city, you are my great benefactor to me. From now on, I will cover you."

Travis was very happy, but he didn't expect to be able to get a blessing in disguise in the detention

room of NIB.

"Thank you bro. I'll do what I say. When I get out of this cell, it will be his death."

The big man patted him on the shoulder to remind him to shoulder heavy responsibilities, "Remember

your words. I'll let you live a safe life here these few days. No one dares to bully you, but after you go

out, be sure to remember what you promised me. When I go out, I will find a way to contact you and

inquire about your progress."

Travis's jawline was stiff, and he was stunned.

He was just talking nonsense to cope with it. This person still wanted to rely on him in the future?

How could he, the dignified young master of the White family get mixed up with this kind of ruffian? And

this person was emotionally unstable, and it was very likely that he will turn his back on him in the

future.

Although he despised Luca very much in his heart, he didn't show it on his face, and complied with his

agreement well.

With such a big guy covering him, Travis was treated like an emperor in the detention room for only half

a day.

Priority was given to using the toilet. When an officer came to deliver water and meals, he can give

priority to drinking and eating. He can even pick a dry place in the corner where he can squat.

It was only half the afternoon that Travis began to be arrogant.

Being locked up was so boring and he didn't even have a cell phone. Dozens of men were either

sleeping, or looking at each other, which was so bored.

Travis had a bad idea, "I heard soap picking is popular in prisons. I haven't seen it before." He pointed

to the two thinnest-looking men in the room, "you two improvise for us?"

Luca immediately winked at others, and the two people who were picked by Travis were directly pulled

up by the other suspects.

The two struggled and kept begging for mercy, "Mr. Luca, Mr. Travis, let me go! This kind of thing is too

disgusting. I can't do it."

Travis felt the joy of torture. He acted as a domineer here and no one knew about it after he went out.

He sneered disdainfully, "Difficult at first, easy later on. Either perform according to my request, or you

will be beaten, and you will be locked up at toilet. You can choose."

The two selected men looked at each other, and the others dragged them to an open space.

Almost on the verge of despair, one of the men pointed at Travis and shouted: "You scum. Yo 've lost

all face of the White family. No wonder Malcolm White wants to send you in here. As a beast with such

a bad taste like you, you will definitely not be able to compete with him."

Travis was annoyed and looked at Luca, "Bro, slap him. He dares to scold me."

Although he was ordered, Luca was a little unhappy. Thinking about the feud between he and Malcolm

White, he didn't say anything, but got up and prepared to walk over to the two shivering men.

A young man beside Luca grabbed him, "Luca, I think he's a little unreliable. If he really has the ability

to kill Malcolm White, he won't be caught by him this time."

Travis trembled secretly and retorted decisively, "Everyone makes mistake. Luca, you're powerful but

was still captured by him the scumbag, I don't know how to fight. I only rely on my brain, and I fail once.

Isn't it normal?"

As soon as he finished his words, the young man beside Luca was speechless.

He can't say that his boss was unreliable, like a stupid donkey, right?

A certain man, who was sitting on the other side of the wall, suddenly asked in a deep voice, "Mr.

Travis, what is the name of your very powerful father?"

Travis: "My dad's name is Ryan White."

All the people in the room were silently reciting this name.

Even Luca recited it several times.Text © by N0ve/lDrama.Org.

In Suham, everyone only knew that there was a living king of hell, Malcolm White, but had never heard

of Ryan White.

The man in the corner chuckled and continued, "I don't think everyone knows him, but I know he has

been working in a small company at the county. He has absolutely no right to speak in the White family.

How can he fight with Malcolm?"

Luca instantly understood, and grabbed Travis's collar aggressively, "You dare to lie to me."

Travis shook his head desperately, "I didn't. My dad was much more powerful than him at the

beginning. He was suspended because of his framing, and was demoted to a small company. Recently

my dad has been gathering power, waiting for me to go out. I can definitely fix him together with my

dad."

Luca still grabbed his collar and didn't let go, but he didn't beat him. He seemed to be suspicious of his

words, and he was dubious.

In the corner, the man continued with a deep voice, "I heard the officers chatting last night. The second

son of the White family mentioned by you seems to be locked here as well."

They were both imprisoned and helpless inside, so how could they fix Malcolm?

Luca was completely angry, and slapped Travis in the face.

Travis was beaten so badly that he fell to the ground.

"Damn, how dare you lie to me! You even ordered me and my men for an afternoon. Don't you think we

are all fools!"

Travis covered his face and couldn't get up, so he was trampled on his knees. He grimaced in pain and

screamed frantically, "I didn't lie. I really! I hate him. You beat me and he'll not feel distressed at all but

even gloat.”

Luca's group of men had been ordered by him for an afternoon, and they were very upset when they

served Travis like an emperor.

"You! What are you doing?"

Luca pinched his chin and looked at his face, which was full of bruises.

"You actually want them to perform picking up soap. Why don't you play the leading role yourself and

show it to us."

Travis shook his head frantically, "No, I can't! No!"

He was a dignified offspring of White family! How could he do so?!

Luca sneered, imitating the tone of he bullying others, "It doesn't matter. Difficult at first, easy later on.

You can either perform or be beaten. It's your choose."