Martin still wasn’t satisfied with Wilson, and he said maliciously, “Hahaha! The CEO of the Birch Group is pleasing me like a dog now. Since you care so much about this bitch, why don’t we let her see what you look like now?”

The blindfold loosened, and Clara’s eyes widened as she felt a pang in her chest when she saw Wilson.

He was kneeling on the ground while hitting himself hard with a wooden stick.

He looked bloodied, and he was probably badly injured underneath his clothes.

“Stop it