Transmigrated as the Villain Boss's Precious Darling

Chapter 357: Chapter 357: Going for the Kill

With Jacqueline Spann’s testimony, Vernon Spann was left speechless. Before he could even react, Jethro Golding had him dragged onto the stage. They certainly didn’t hold back against an outsider. Besides, Jethro Golding hated Vernon for goading Phoenix Golding into ruining the Golding family’s reputation. He put every ounce of his strength into the whipping, drawing blood with every lash—far more brutally than when he had whipped Phoenix.

"ARGH..."

Vernon Spann’s bloodcurdling screams sent a chill down the villagers’ spines. The more timid ones turned away, unable to watch. After just a few lashes, his flesh was torn open. In contrast, Phoenix Golding, who lay beside him after taking sixteen lashes, was in far better shape.

’He wasn’t using any force before. He was protecting Phoenix Golding.’

Tang Xiaonan shouted in anger, "Vernon Spann is out cold after just five lashes, but Phoenix Golding was still screaming after sixteen! He was clearly going easy on her!"

Adrian Hawthorne had noticed it too. Disguising his voice, he shouted, "Did you skip your meal before those first sixteen lashes? Finally eaten your fill now?" ƒree𝑤ebnσvel.com

The others hadn’t reacted yet, but Phoebe Huxley jolted and immediately yelled, "Jethro, were you just tickling that vixen with those sixteen lashes? Vernon Spann is out cold after five, but that hussy is still alive and kicking after sixteen! Do you think we’re all fools?"

"Yeah! If you wanted to go easy on her, just say so! Why put on this whole act of being so damn impartial!"

"If you ask me, who knows who was really calling the shots here? When has Phoenix Golding ever listened to a word Vernon Spann says? She ignores him on everything else, big or small, but when it comes to reporting someone, she suddenly decides to obey?"

With Phoebe Huxley taking the lead, others in the crowd chimed in, most of them women who couldn’t stand Phoenix Golding.

Enduring the unbearable pain, Vernon Spann was moved to tears, which mixed with the blood running down his face. A bone-deep hatred for Phoenix Golding filled his heart. ’One day, I’ll make that bitch understand what I’m capable of. I’ll make her life a living hell, a state where she can’t live but can’t die either.’

As for his daughter, Jacqueline Spann, Vernon’s feelings were complicated. She was his own flesh and blood, after all. But her actions just now had chilled his heart. Not that he was a doting father to begin with—he had little sense of responsibility and his affection for Jacqueline wasn’t particularly deep.

To be precise, he and Jacqueline were cut from the same cloth—both selfish to the core. So he knew exactly why she had sacrificed him to save Phoenix: she simply wanted to continue relying on the Golding family.

Another lash cracked down, even heavier than the ones before. The pain was so intense Vernon Spann couldn’t even scream. His eyes rolled back in his head, and he passed out cold.

Tang Xiaonan jumped in alarm. ’That was only the seventh lash, and he’s already out? He’s so frail.’ She was genuinely worried that fourteen lashes would be enough to make him kick the bucket.

"Will they beat him to death?"

Tang Xiaonan asked with concern. It wasn’t that she cared about Vernon Spann’s life—that man was no better than Phoenix Golding. She just figured it would be better to keep him alive to deal with Phoenix later.

After tonight, Vernon Spann would surely hate Phoenix Golding’s guts.

Being cuckolded and then getting whipped for it—no man could endure that kind of humiliation.

"He won’t die, but I’m afraid he’ll be left with permanent injuries."

Adrian Hawthorne’s brows furrowed. He hadn’t expected Vernon Spann to be so pathetic, looking half-dead after just a few lashes. And there were still seven more to go!

CRACK.

Another lash struck. Perhaps the shouting from the crowd had agitated Jethro Golding, as he began whipping faster, landing three lashes in quick succession. Vernon Spann couldn’t even manage a whimper. The amount of blood on the ground was shocking.

Preston Thorne’s expression was grim. He didn’t want a death on his hands. Besides, Vernon Spann wasn’t from Millstone Peak; Jethro Golding was going too far. Compared to Jethro, who had a history with the Beggars’ Sect, Preston Thorne wasn’t nearly as ruthless. Even with a "capitalist roader" like Old Master Tate, he had done his best to assign light work, unlike some villages that treated such people as less than human, torturing a great many of them to death.