Chapter 289
Harvey’s eyes widened as he watched the bodyguards follow Elara’s command without hesitation.
One by one, they pulled out their phones, turned on their cameras, and pointed them at him from every possible angle.
Elara raised the bamboo cane. With a sharp crack, the first strike landed across his cheek, leaving a vivid red mark.
Blood surged through Harvey’s velns, and heat swelled in his chest. He pressed his tongue against the burning inside of his cheek.
“Elara Jones!” he roared in defiance.
His voice was thick with rage, ready to curse at her. But the words never made it out. He then looked at her from this angle for the first time–really looked at her.
The woman standing before him with a bamboo cane in hand was cold and indifferent. Her long, dark lashes cast faint shadows over her eyes, making her expression unreadable.
His ex–wife had always been beautiful, but in this moment she was something else entirely. She was sharp, unyielding, like a blade unsheathed.
The cane swung down again, and Harvey’s eyes immediately widened as he subconsciously stopped breathing
“You’ll only hurt your own hand if you use the cane like that,” Finnegan’s calm and instructive voice came from behind Elara.
He stepped forward, and his large, calloused hand covered the back of hers, enclosing it completely.
“Use your upper arm. Rotate from the elbow. Open your scapula. Let the power come from your waist–bring it down like this.”
There was a loud smack as this time, the strike landed on Harvey’s shoulder. The pain shot through him like fire, searing across his entire side.
His brows furrowed in pain as his glare locked onto Finnegan. From his vantage point, he could see ju ow close Elara’s back was to Finnegan’s chest.
The man’s towering frame loomed over her, solid and unyielding, as if he could shield her entirely within his
presence.
A flicker of amusement crossed Elara’s eyes. “You’re right. The cane doesn’t jolt as much when I hit this way.”
Finnegan gave her a slight nod before removing his warm, steady hand from hers.
From his wheelchair, Leonard observed Finnegan’s back in silence. His expression was unreadable.
Then came another loud smack. Pain exploded in his chest, spreading like wildfire. Harvey’s fists clenched tightly, and his knuckles had turned white while a thin layer of sweat formed on his forehead.
“From now on, you won’t be going to the bathroom without my permission. You won’t eat properly. And if you can’t hold it in… You can beg me.” Comment by Racheal: from c. 286 author gotta stop rewinding hhhhh
Elara threw his own words right back at him in an unaltered, merciless way.
Harvey let out a breathless laugh. His dark eyes burned with fury. “You really are-
Before he could finish, Elara’s foot shot forward, landing a brutal kick right where Finnegan had struck him earlier.
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“Ugh!”
The very heels Harvey had personally put on Elara were now the ones trampling him.
Fury and disbelief burned in his eyes as he glared at the woman who was now inflicting pain upon him.
Elara met his gaze, then pressed down with her heel. The sharp stiletto dug into his skin, and he had no way to fight back since he was bound and restrained.
Bulging veins surfaced on Harvey’s forehead, writhing beneath his skin like tiny worms. At that moment, the cold bamboo cane pressed against his chin–just as he had done to her earlier.
Elara forced his head up, making him meet her gaze. His dark eyes were bottomless, like a man dangling over an abyss, on the verge of losing control.
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lifted her foot and pressed her heel down another inch Harvey’s face flushed red at a visible pace.
Beads of sweat formed and dripped down his sharply defined features, rolling off like pearls. The bodyguards stood around them as their phones were aimed at Harvey, capturing his humiliation.
The woman he had dismissed for seven years–the one who had given him children yet never earned his respect- was now shattering his composure and grinding his pride into the dirt.
Bloodshot veins crawled across his eyes. He clenched his jav so tightly that sharp lines etched along his chin.
“You can beg me,” Elara reminded him.
Harvey’s Adam’s apple bobbed.
Not a chance!
It felt like a dull knife was pressing against him, weighing Him down with crushing force but never delivering a clean cut. He never imagined there would be a day when this woman would have the upper hand.
He had taken Elara without hesitation, knowing full well that Finnegan, Leonard, or even Theodore would quickly track her down.
Even if they reported him, the public security laws ensured that he wouldn’t face any real consequences–at most he’d probably get a slap on the wrist and walk away unscathed.
All he wanted was to teach Elara a lesson so severe that, even after she was rescued, the trauma would haunt her in nightmares. But now, she was using the same method against him!
He was the CEO of Fisher Corp. Someone who was born with a silver spoon and deemed the untouchable heir. And yet, he had become Elara’s prisoner.
How could he possibly accept this?
If his glare could burn, Elara would have been reduced to ashes on the spot!
“Harvey, how does it feel to be beaten by me?”
Elara flicked the bamboo cone, striking his face with a crisp snap. The sound cracked through the air like firecrackers.
“Ugh!” He clenched his back molars so hard it felt like they might shatter, determined to suppress any sound of pain.
Sweat trickled down his face, winding like tiny streams. His complexion shifted from red to pale.
