After divorce I am a billionaire
Chapter 610 His mental is destroyed can only last two days

Sylvia's call was quickly connected.

Lyra chatted politely with her and quickly got to the point, "Sylvia, what's Albert doing lately? I want to see him. Is he free?"

Sylvia didn't know the reason for that, "Why do you suddenly want to see my dad? He hasn't been in Suham recently. He went on a business trip. I don't know how long it will take to come back, maybe a week later."

"On business trip?"

Lyra frowned and thought about it, "How long has he been gone?"

"Like the night before."

Lyra responded with a few words and hung up the phone.

Left two days ago?

It seemed that Ryan had a showdown with Malcolm because of Travis. Malcolm went to Rudolph to question him that night, but was kicked out angrily.

Such a coincidence?

Was it a coincidence that he left Suham just after the accident that night, or did he avoid it because he knew something?

Albert wasn't in Suham and Rudolph wouldn't say anything. Charles didn't seem to know what was going on, and Ryan was still dealing with Malcolm.

It seemed that there was no other way, but to wait for the progress of the investigation on the dark bell.

Let's see if they can replace some clues from the evidence materials that can help Malcolm.

The next day.

NIB's detention room.

Travis was already going crazy. It had only been two days. In his eyes, one second was like a year. Every minute and every second was suffering.

He hated the smell of the toilet at first, but now he was used to it, and he didn't think it smelled as bad as before.

Luca's group didn't think of him as a person at all, but only as a tool to vent.

When they were suddenly upset, they came over and beat him up.

The food delivered was not delicious, so they came and beat him again.

Sleeping against the wall made them back sore, and they had to come and beat him.

Anyway, no matter what he said or did, as long as he was in this room, he was always wrong.

Any reason for being unhappy can be the reason for beating him.

The original pair of expensive glasses had been completely squeezed and deformed, and the original brilliance and luxury features cannot be seen.

Travis huddled in the corner of the toilet, holding the curved and deformed frame in his hands. His myopia made him feel uneasy and vigilant at all times, and he had to listen attentively to the movement outside.

And he needed to keep an eye out for Luca to replace a reason to hit him again.

Dignity, after two days and two nights of beatings, had completely disappeared.

As long as Luca hit him, he would immediately beg for mercy and admit his mistake, or kowtow, as long as Luca could stop.

It was just the detention room. He had already lived such a hellish life as death. He can't imagine what it would be like to enter the High-order Prison.

Just as he was thinking, the sound of the door being unlocked came from outside.

The crisp sound of slamming the iron lock was particularly abrupt in the quiet cell.

Travis shuddered immediately, clasping his arms around his knees and burying his head.

He didn't know whether it was food or water delivered. As long as this happened, Luca will definitely be upset again and come to him to vent.

He was so scared that he was shaking and his clenched teeth were rattling. And he kept swallowing the sticky smell of blood in his mouth.

There was the sound of military boots stepping on the concrete floor, and every step was taken calmly, getting closer and closer. Just listening to that voice, he can feel that the other party had a strong aura and was very oppressive.

Travis was so short-sighted and unless the thing was very close, everything was blurry.

But he didn't dare to look up at all. He was highly tense, and quietly listened to the military boots gradually approaching his side. The next second, someone touched his arm and forcibly pulled him up.

He panicked and shouted desperately, "I'm sorry. I'm really sorry. Don't hit me, please! I can learn to bark!"

"Travis, see who I am."

The man's cold and familiar voice could be heard.

Travis was stunned for a while, and only said with his hoarse voice, "Don't hit me. I know it's wrong. I didn't do anything, really!"

Malcolm didn't bother to talk nonsense with him, so he ordered, "Take him away."

The two policemen crossed Travis's arms and dragged him out of the room.

Travis had no leeway to struggle at all. He had been starving for two days, and he didn't even have water.

Malcolm ordered him to be dragged out of the room and thrown in the hallway.

"Don't hit me. I was wrong..."

There were only those there words in his mouth, and his hands, which were covered with dried blood, held his head, shaking.

Malcolm was expressionless and let his subordinates to control Travis wrists to not allow him to cover his head.

Malcolm bent slightly. Wearing expensive black leather gloves in both hands, he picked up a pair of glasses, put them on Travis' face, and squeezed his chin so hard that he forced his head up. "Travis, take a good look. Who am I?"

With glasses, Travis focused and looked up seriously.

He saw Malcolm's cold and terrifying expression.

"...No, Malcolm! I'm sorry. I've really been taught a lesson. I don't dare anymore. Just let me go! I'll be tortured to death for a few more days. Those bastards want to beat me to death!"

Malcolm coldly released the hand that was holding his chin, "You should thank me. If it weren't for me, you would not only be beaten, but also humiliated, becoming the most shameful descendant of the White family."

Travis just wanted to get out of this place now, and no matter what Malcolm said, he nodded very cooperatively, madly admitting his mistake.

"Yes, what you say is right. I deserve what I deserve. It's you who protect me and keep me from being humiliated. I am very grateful and will never fight against you in the future."

"I will leave Suham and continue to work in the subsidiary in the county. Except for the Christmas, I will never come back."

"I won't block any way for you. I just ask you to let me go. Forgive me this time. Don't send me to High-order Prison."

He had never been like this to Malcolm before. This time, after he was imprisoned for two days, he was kneeling and kowtowing, crying and begging for mercy. It seemed that he was really afraid of being tortured?

Malcolm stared at him. Looking at his humbleness and humiliation in his eyes, his black eyes were cold and unmoved.

"For what you did this time, I can't save you. It depends on your performance."

Travis heard a hint of hope in his words, "Okay, Malcolm, you can let me do anything."

Malcolm sneered, "Don't worry. It won't embarrass you."

After speaking these, the guard received an order from his look, and immediately stepped forward to hold Travis up again.

Travis had been beaten a lot. There was no unscathed skin on his body but had pain everywhere.

But Malcolm's words meant to get him out of here, and Travis gritted his teeth and endured it.

The glasses were taken off again, and the clear vision became blurred again.

Travis can only be carried away under such an extremely insecure vision.

It didn't take long to walk, just the distance from one cell to another nearby cell.

The sound of the door lock opening could be heard, and Travis resisted all over, pulling back desperately.

"I'm not going in. I'm not going. I'm not going!" He roared in despair, thinking that Malcolm was sending him from one hell to another.

He was pulled in by the police and thrown directly to the ground.

The injuries all over his body hurt from the fall. Travis screamed, and immediately felt someone rushing over to hug him.

"Travis! Travis, how did you get hurt like this? He made people torture you?"

Travis tried desperately to avoid the other's embrace, and the beatings over the past few days made him unable to hear the other's familiar voice clearly.

"I was wrong. Don't hit me. I'm really sorry..."

Ryan watched his son go crazy, and his heart ached.

His precious son, who had been so proud for so many years, was sent to the cell of NIB by Malcolm for two days and tortured into such a ghostly state that he didn't even know him.

He raised his eyes angrily and glared at Malcolm who stood by the door.

"How could you do this! What the hell did you do to him!?"

Malcolm leaned lightly by the door, "I didn't expect him to bear less than I thought. Ryan, he has been protected so well over the years. He didn't feel any danger. That's why he can't suffer the pain."

"Ryan, think about what I said to you yesterday. Within today, I hope you can contact the police officer and tell me the truth. Otherwise at ten o'clock at night, I will have someone bring Travis back to where he was before."

Travis heard what he said and was in a nervous breakdown. He seemed to understand and shook his head wildly.

"I don't want! I don't go back! I don't want to go back again. It's hell! I'm going to die!"