Chapter 239: Flynn at Rock Bottom
Gustavo Flynn viciously lashed his servant.
The man had been responsible for sending out the invitations, including Isabel's, and yet he hadn't even informed Flynn of her address.
Of course, it wasn't really his fault. There had been so many invitations, and Flynn had never cared where any of the recipients lived.
This beating wasn't reasonable. It was simply because his master was in a foul mood.
Even knowing he was innocent, the servant could only cry out in apology, hoping to earn forgiveness.
Flynn didn't stop until he was drenched in sweat. He finally lowered his whip.
"Prepare the carriage. Then get out of my sight and tend to your wounds."
If his opponent was that lich, then there was no room for negotiation.
Flynn knew him too well. Even the Prince of Lies himself wouldn't be able to talk that old monster into changing his mind.