Female Novel
Chapter 603
Chapter 603 Black Sheep Get Beaten Up
Xander was on the verge of a mental breakdown. Things were fine in the afternoon, but his plan had
abruptly gone to shambles.
With Raoul holding his collar and hissing threats, Xander shook like a leaf.
The injuries he had sustained on his face were still aching. If he received another beating, his weak
body would give up. He might even suffer from broken ribs.
Yet, he could not do such a revolting thing in front of the others.
He would rather die than pretend to drop a soap bar in front of them.
When Raoul heard no response, he shook the latter and snapped, “You have three seconds. Choose.”
Xander shook his head. He wanted neither option. “I won't choose! I won't! Please let me go! I wasn't
lying. I'll definitely drag that stupid Cedrick to hell and make sure he never crawls out of it!”
Raoul snorted before spitting on the floor. “You're a trust fund baby with no power or influence. You
can't even win against me, but you're claiming to be able to defeat Cedrick? You've been ordering me
around the entire afternoon. Do you really think of me as your plaything, huh?”
Raoul then threw Xander to the ground and ordered his lackeys to restrain the man, pinning him
against the wall.
“Since you're refusing to choose, Mr. Xander, I'll do it for you. Let's have both options. We'll have you
do the performance before giving you a beating.”
“No!” Xander screamed when he felt someone undoing his zipper.
Unable to stand what was going to happen next, he roared, “I'm the son of the Jenson family, a family
that's one of the three wealthiest families in Salinsburgh! Although Cedrick has taken away my father's
power, he was once a mighty man who commanded over others! If you do this to me, he's going to
come after you!”
However, Raoul lifted his fist to punch Xander in the face, making stars form in the latter's vision.
“Who's going to care about you now that you've been thrown into jail? I've never been scared of
anyone's threats. You will have to obey me!”
Xander's pants fell, and he was about to lose his mind.
The cheering of the others echoed in the cell, and everyone was watching the drama unfold, seemingly
keen to watch the high and mighty privileged man be humiliated.
Xander wished for death, still thrashing to no avail.
Raoul's delighted laughs rang in his head. Just as he was about to be forced into the performance, an
officer in the corridor knocked the steel bars with his baton.
Clang! Clang! Clang!
Immediately, the troublemakers quieted down. Even Raoul obediently returned to sit in a corner.
Xander was filled with rage. Without looking at the officer, he quickly pulled up his pants and his zipper.
There was fog in his glasses, and he was heaving and hiccupping. When he wiped his eyes with his
sleeves, he realized he had burst into tears from the terror.
He had been so close to suffering total humiliation—a humiliation that he could never get rid of for the
rest of his life.
The officer then landed his gaze on Xander. Although the troublemakers had retreated quickly, he could
guess what had been happening inside.
As he knocked the steel bars with his baton again, he reminded, “Mr. Cedrick has said that Xander is
still one of the Jensons despite his status as the black sheep of the family. If anyone dares to humiliate
him in underhanded ways, he'll be making sure that they won't leave the Federal Bureau of
Investigation alive.”
Raoul nodded and slapped a bright smile on his face. “Of course, of course. We won't mistreat Mr.
Xander. Don't worry.”
At that, the officer hummed in satisfaction and turned to leave.
Just as he took two steps forward, something seemed to cross his mind, and he made his way back to
the cell. He added, “But someone does need to teach Xander a lesson. Even though Mr. Cedrick has
said that Xander is not to be humiliated, he never said anything about anyone not being allowed to beat
him. Just know your limits, and don't hit him until he's severely injured.”
Raoul's eyes lit up. “Got it!”
Those words threw Xander into a pit of despair again.
Right as the officer left, he felt the unfriendly gazes coming from his cellmates. Raoul and his lackeys
were eyeing him menacingly, excited that he was going to be their punching bag.
“Wait, no!”
Xander wrapped his arms around his head to shield himself.novelbin
Raoul beat him until almost every inch of his skin was covered in black and blue, and Xander begged
and screamed the entire time.
He curled up into himself in a corner, looking like the epitome of misery. One of his teeth had fallen out.
No matter how hard he tried to avoid their strikes, those punches would still somehow land on him,
sending waves of agony through him.
After half an hour, Raoul decided to give him a break.
After all, Cedrick did say that Xander must not sustain any severe injuries and was not to be humiliated.
The officers were clearly keeping a close eye on the cell, so the inmates had to keep their emotions in
check.
The rain of punches finally halted, but Xander no longer bore the image of a polite affluent young man.
His snot, tears, and blood were mixed together, and he looked like a mess.
Every part of his body was screaming in pain, and he could only quiver in his corner. He felt even more
helpless than when he had been enduring the whip in the past.
The terror of not knowing when the next beating was going to be overwhelmed him.
The despair of not knowing when he was going to leave this place wrapped itself around his heart.
He hated Cedrick.
He loathed him. He despised him!
The more pain he felt, the more intense his hatred toward Cedrick became.
If not for Cedrick's refusal to let him go, he would have been on the cargo ship departing Chanaea.
His father had prepared a significant sum of money. He could have led a comfortable life after escaping
overseas, but now, he was in a cell, wondering when his next beating would begin.
He was resentful.
While he was seething, someone abruptly kicked his back, and Xander hit his head on the wall in front
of him.
It hurt, but it did not make him bleed.
Raoul was the one who kicked him.
“Get up. A loser like you doesn't deserve to sit by the wall with us. Go and sit by the toilet. Hurry up.”
Then, Raoul added another kick to urge Xander to move faster.
Xander wiped the blood, tears, and snot from his face and silently limped toward the spot Raoul told
him to go.
There were over a dozen men in the cell, and it was already pungent. However, Xander realized the
smell was much worse near the toilet.
He covered his mouth and nose with his bloody hand, nearly vomiting from the intensity of the smell.
His sounds of retching caught Raoul's attention.
Annoyed, Raoul stormed over to him and beat him again.
“You're even more revolting than this toilet, so how can you be disgusted by it?” Raoul cursed at him as
he continued hitting Xander. “Even a b*stard like me knows loyalty to the family elders. No matter what
happens, you can't lay a finger on your family. I can't believe you even dared hurt the grandfather who
loves you most. You deserve to be beaten! It won't even be outrageous for you to die from this!”
A while ago, an officer had stopped by and chatted with them for a while. He had told them why Xander
was locked up, and upon hearing the reason, the men in the cell became even more infuriated with
him.
Raoul was the angriest. Though he was a part of the underworld, loyalty to friends and family mattered
the most to him. Someone like Xander was nothing but a despicable rat to him.
The beating continued, but Xander was close to his limit. He was slumped on the ground, his hands
hugging his head as he curled into himself. His vision was going dark.
At that, Raoul's lackey swiftly stopped Raoul. “Wagler, don't hit him anymore. If you keep this up, he's
going to die. Let's make this slow and painful for him.”
Raoul stopped and spat at Xander several times.
Xander trembled. Despite his agony, he could not pass out.
Every second of being in the cell was hell. He could not imagine what life would be like when Cedrick
transferred him to a high-security prison.
Before heading home, Gwendolyn drove to Mount Tranquil.
Even though Asher's bullet wound was not at a vital spot, he had only received it because of her.
Regardless of everything, she had to visit him before he fully recovered.
When she reached Asher's house, Sienna was in the middle of unwrapping his bandages.
After knocking on the door, Gwendolyn took a seat on the small couch opposite the bed and watched
as Sienna changed Asher's bandages.
Gwendolyn pursed her lips and stayed silent while Sienna focused fully on her job. Asher was equally
quiet, though he would cast her a glance or two every once in a while.
Though the room was silent, it was a comfortable silence.
It only lasted until Sienna took off Asher's bandage and cried out, “What's with your wound, Hubby? Is
there something wrong with the medication? Why isn't it healing?”
Gwendolyn's brows snapped together, and she hurried over to check his wound.
Asher tried to hide his wound from her as he consoled her, “It's nothing. It's just a minor injury.”
Gwendolyn grabbed his shoulders. “Don't move.”
It had been over a week, but the wound was still red and raw. In fact, it looked like it was developing an
infection. Not only was it not healing, but it even looked worse than before.
Gwendolyn's frown deepened. “Why is this happening? Have you been changing your dressing and
applying medication properly the past few days?”