The Enticing CEO’s Chosen Bride

Chapter 970

Damon fell silent for a moment, “Where are you now??

“…In your yard.”

Almost at the same time, Damon rose from his seat and left the hall, “Don’t catch a cold, wait for me!”

Okay”

Sensing her voice trembling, Damon clenched his jaw, “Chloe, don’t be scared, okay? You’re gonna be fine.” Chloe’s hand, tightly gripping the phone, remained pale. She could only force herself to stay calm, “..Okay.”

“I’m coming. Don’t be scared. Wait for me.”

Damon repeated, then hung up the call. His face was stern as he strode away.

At this point, Nathan quickly got up from his chair and chased after him. Seeing this, everyone else also put down their chopsticks and followed them with serious expressions.

Damon arrived at the separate courtyard as fast as he could.

Ivan lay on one side, motionless, his life hanging by a thread.

He frowned, his eyes cold. When he saw Chloe, her clothes torn and covered in blood, Damon’s pupils shrank and his tall body slightly swayed. He walked over and pulled Chloe into his arms.

“Dead? What, did she step on a bug or something… Ah!! Ivan!!!”

Freya originally thought Chloe was overreacting and wanted to tease her, but when she saw the man’s face on the ground, her sarcastic comment turned into a scream!

She rushed over, and seeing the knife stuck in Ivan’s stomach, she lost it.

“Who did this?!”

on the ground and yelled in

servants, who

was Mrs.

supporting Presley, arrived last. Seeing Ivan, they were both shocked, especially when

to force

they saw Ivan falling

Chloe’s disheveled clothes and terrified look, anyone could guess what had happened. This incident could not be misunderstood. If the servants didn’t explain things

understood upon

him to live a good life, but when Freya found that persuasion was useless, she warned him to be careful when having fun, to

young and full of energy, it was normal

“Beast!”

his crutches,

had to close his eyes in shame.

voice trembling,

man on the ground, his gaze filled with ruthless coldness, making people

voice was calm,

“Damon, you’re

his mouth turning

to care about the argument. He ordered

phones and agreeing, but they were frightened by Damon’s cold

the night, like a ghost, his eyes filled

Damon’s decision, “Damon, have you lost

should be grateful that I’m just letting him

and turned

terrified. Once Damon had spoken, even if someone called an ambulance, no one at the hospital would dare save her son. She knew well the terror of Damon’s authority.

a hundred years? But now in peaceful times, the Harper family had gotten used