Wait, She’s a Billionaire (Sheena Lawson) novel Chapter 1200

Stanley froze, his hoarse voice pleading, "Don't hit me! I know I messed up! I didn't do anything! I swear!"

Uninterested in exchanging words with him, Elliot simply ordered, "Take him away."

Two officers grabbed Stanley by the arms and forcefully dragged him out of the cell.

Stanley had no strength to resist them. He had already gone hungry for two days in the cell, without even a single drop of water.

He was tormented by Jude ruthlessly.

Elliot commanded them to haul him into the hallway.

"Don't hit me, I messed up..." Stanley muttered repeatedly.

He clutched his head with his bloodstained hands, and he trembled violently.

Elliot showed no emotions and ordered Stanley's wrists to be restrained, preventing him from covering his head.

Elliot was wearing expensive black leather gloves.

Bending over slightly, he picked up a pair of glasses and placed them on Stanley's face.

Then, he gripped his chin firmly, forcing him to look up.

"Stanley, take a good look. Who am I?"

With the glasses, Stanley's vision cleared, and he gazed up earnestly, only to be met with Elliot's cold, terrifying expression.

"E-Elliot! I messed up. I've learned my lesson. Please spare me! If I stay here for a few more days, I'll be tortured to death by those bastards!"

Elliot released his grip on Stanley's chin, saying, "You should thank me. Without me, you'd not only be beaten but also humiliated, becoming the most shameful member of the Jenkins family."

All Stanley wanted now was to escape this place.

He nodded vigorously, agreeing with whatever Elliot said and apologizing profusely.

"Yes, you're right! I deserve it. It's thanks to you that I haven't been humiliated. I'm very grateful. I won't go against you anymore. I'll leave Svelton and work at the subsidiary in the county. I won't come back except for the holidays. I won't stand in your way anymore! Please spare me this time. Don't send me to a high-security prison."

He had never been this submissive to Elliot before.

After two days of being locked up, he knelt, bowed, and begged for mercy, seemingly genuinely terrified by the torment he endured.

Elliot watched as Stanley pleaded without a care for his image. Even so, Elliot's gaze remained cold and indifferent.

"I can't save you from what you've done this time. It all depends on your behavior."

"Stanley! Stanley, how did you get hurt like this? Did he torture you?"

Stanley desperately pushed away from the embrace, the days of beatings leaving him devoid of reason.

He could not recognize the familiar voice, only curling up on the ground, pleading non-stop.

"I messed up! Please stop hitting me! I'm really sorry…"

Peter's heart ached when he saw Stanley was on the brink of madness.

His precious son, so proud for all these years, was reduced to this pitiful state after just two days in Elliot's custody.

He glared at Elliot and questioned, "How could you do this? What have you done to him?"

Elliot leaned casually against the door.

"I didn't expect him to be weaker than I thought, Uncle Peter. You've shielded Stanley so well all these years. He couldn't bear the torment as he hadn't experienced any danger. Uncle Peter, think carefully about what I told you yesterday. I hope you'll contact the officers voluntarily by tonight and confess the truth to me. Otherwise, at 10 p.m. tonight, I'll have Stanley returned to his previous cell."

These words seemed to strike a chord with Stanley, who was in the midst of his mental breakdown.

He shook his head frantically and shouted, "I don't want to! I won't go back! It's hell in there! I'll die!"