Chapter 491 A new torture begins


    Late at night, only the Cahan Residence was busy.


    Tom, the butler, helped to get the emergency doctor.


    Anthony was covered in blood and looked badly injured, but after all, it was a cane hit, which only hurt


    the flesh, not the bones or the insides.


    The doctor cleaned all the blood with saline in an orderly manner, then applied medicine, bandaged


    serious wounds, and stuffed anti-inmmatory tablets into the half-conscious man''s mouth.


    Despite hisck of consciousness, he never opened his mouth to say anything detrimental to his


    situation.


    After administering the medicine, the doctor left.


    Reba just sat on his bed crying and whispering, "Anthony, you just got back. Why did you do such a


    thing? Are you really giving up your life for Lyra?"


    She didn''t know exactly what was going on, but for the situation on the top floor, which Lyra had told


    her about before, she probably guessed why Anthony had stolen Tom''s key.


    Anthony was so sore that hey motionlessly on the bed. His weak and half-squinted eyes looked


    sideways at the curtains. He always had his lips tightly pursed, not saying a word.


    He did risk doing it for Lyra.


    But, not exactly for her, he had selfish motives.


    He went back this time and he had new things he wanted to get.


    Reba looked at him who was in a trance, and whimpered as she continued to cry.


    So much had happenedtely, and Shane had been so gloomy and unpredictable that she''d been


    crying more than she had in years.


    "Reba, you can go back and rest. I''m fine." Anthony''s face was pale and his eyes closed in


    exhaustion.


    "Well then, Anthony, go to bed early. As for Shane, I''ll find a way to intercede for you."


    With these words with concern, Reba left his bedroom and turned back to watch him again.


    His body ached and exhausted. Anthony fell asleep in a daze.


    A few hourster, just after dawn, he was woken up by a bodyguard.


    "Mr. Anthony, it''s time for you to get up. Mr. Shane asks you toe to the garden."


    Anthony had a splitting headache and opened his eyes drowsily. He was too weak to get up.


    He smiled in sarcasm.


    Inst night''s hurdle, he kind of survived.


    And today a new torture had just begun.


    Two bodyguards saw that he was obviously awake but had no intention of getting up, so they went


    straight up, one left and one right, and carried him up, and helped him who was still in his pajamas


    downstairs.


    There were injuries on his back. Every step was dragging the wounds, which was very tormented.


    Solely because his room was on the second floor, he quickly went downstairs.


    The bodyguards took him all the way to the cobblestone-path in the garden and pressed Anthony who


    was powerless straight to his knees.


    The uneven small pebbles knocked against his knees, which caused dull pain.


    Anthony unconsciously bent over and fell toward the ground, but was forcibly held upright by the


    bodyguards.


    Bodyguard: "Mr. Anthony, Mr. Shane said that as long as you admit your mistake and exin where the


    stolen items were hidden, you will be able to get up immediately."


    "I didn''t take it."


    He clenched his fists and, with a desperate effort to catch his breath, straightened up and knelt straight


    under the supervision of two bodyguards.


    *


    Two hourster, Reba was up and the first thing she did after changing was to go to Anthony''s room


    and check on him.


    However, the door to Anthony''s room was open and empty, and there was no one on the bed.


    She caught a servant passing by in the aisle and asked in a panic, "Where''s Anthony? Where did he


    go?"


    "Mr. Anthony seems to be in the garden."


    Reba immediately ran wildly downstairs. Just out of the vi, she saw Anthony in the garden. His


    face was pale, and he was kneeling and shaking.


    Her eyes were instantly red and she turned to go to Shane to plead for mercy, but was stopped by Tom,


    the butler.


    "Miss Reba, it''s useless for you to look for Mr. Shane. Losing the key and the potent of the


    penthouse is not a trivial matter. Mr. Shane will not let go until the thief is caught."


    Reba looked over at Anthony in the garden, and was distraught and at a loss for words, "What am I


    supposed to do? What the hell is Shane going to do before he lets Anthony go?"


    Tom sighed, "Mr. Shane said that as long as he does not tell it, he will kneel in the garden until dark,


    not allowed to eat or drink. If he does not at night, he will continue to be beaten at the hall."


    Reba looked over at Tom in shock, and was stunned by the extent of Shane''s ruthlessness.


    "Whether it''s done by Anthony in the end, it''s yet not determined. How can be so cruel!? Anthony was


    hurt so badlyst night. How can he survive the torments toe!?"


    Tom lowered his head. He couldn''t bear that as well, and sighed again, "Miss Reba, if it''s really Mr.


    Anthony, you should persuade him to tell the truth as soon as possible, and stop trying to go against


    Mr. Shane."


    With his words, Tom turned to leave.


    Reba stared at Anthony who was in the garden, was torn and heartbroken for a moment.


    Obviously, Anthony almost couldn''t carry on, and fainted on the ground. The bodyguard next to him


    immediately scooped a scoop of cold water from the bucket and sshed it into his face.


    The moment he woke up, he was again set up by two bodyguards and forced to maintain his position


    on his knees.


    Oh my God! Reba''s favourable impression on Shane copsed.


    Shane was a veteran but had various means of torture. That was too terrible ...


    But she knew that Anthony was too stubborn to talk.


    Struggling for a moment, she turned around, went back to her room, and quietly sent a text message to


    Lyra.


    *


    At that time, Lyra was still resting.


    At dawn, Malcolm, who was sober, was as excited as having a functional drink and had sex with her.


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    After a few hours, Malcolm went to take a shower.


    The sound of the water in the bathroom stopped, and Lyra was so deep in sleep that she didn''t hear


    the message beep on her phone which was ced on the bedside.


    It was Malcolm, who came out of the shower, who heard it.


    With a white bath towel tied around his waist, his upper body was bared. He wiped his short and wet


    hair with a towel while walking to the bedside table to help the sleeping Lyra check her messages.


    He thought it was work-rted, but to his surprise, it was something that made him immediately


    serious.


    Reba: [Lyra, did Anthony help you steal something from the penthouse? Shane already knew about


    it and beat himst night and tortured him fromst night to now. I beg you to save him and give it


    back].


    Anthony was exposed?


    Malcolm''s dark eyes grew heavy, and he looked again at Lyra who was on the bed.


    His petite wife was tired and sleeping soundly.


    He turned off the message interface, turned on always on disy and put it back on the bed. Then he


    quickly changed his clothes and gingerly went out the door.


    After getting out of Lyre Spiti, he called Chad.


    "You have five minutes to get dressed ande out from the vi. I will wait for you in the garage. Call


    the soldiers under your team in advance and wait five hundred meters away from Cahan Residence."


    Chad had always been swift when it came to business.


    After five-minute mark, he appeared at the garage on time.


    The two first went to the National Investigation Bureau.


    Malcolm and Chad both changed into a dignified and solemn military uniform, and entered a detention


    investigation order at the information base.


    Once they were ready, the two quickly made their way to the Cahan Residence.


    Half an hourter, they gathered with a group of soldiers waiting five hundreds meters away.


    When they arrived at the door of Cahan Residence, the bodyguards were confused. Malcolm came


    to arrest someone in person in his military uniform.


    "Mr. Malcolm, please wait a moment. Allow me to inform to Mr. Shane first."


    Malcolm scowled coldly, "No need to inform. National Investigation Bureau is investigating the case.


    Any gatekeeper must cooperate with us in the first instance. He has no qualification to block it. Get out


    of the way."


    "Yes ..."


    Malcolm entered the Cahan Residence with his hands in his military trouser pockets, which was


    imposing and unblinking.


    Just as he entered the garden, he saw the frail figure of Anthony struggling to hold on to the


    cobblestone path not far away.


    Because he had fainted for several times, Anthony''s body was soaked through. He had not yet had


    time to heal the wounds but they were bleeding again, which stained the clothes with bright red color.