The Enticing CEO’s Chosen Bride

Chapter 1184

Although they were still kneeling on the ground, they were just about to pass out from the pain, panting heavily, and forcing themselves not to make any sounds of agony.

However, Damon didn’t speak to them again. Instead, he took off his jacket and said to Nate, “It’s a bit chilly, turn up the heat.”

Nate responded immediately and turned away.

Wendy watched the two men in the cage closely. She noticed the dried blood stains on their clothes. Now, fresh red blood was seeping through their trousers from their knees and pooling on the floor. Her face was pale as she silently stood there, appearing calm but her body involuntarily shaking. Everyone, except Nate, was puzzled by Damon’s actions. The room was at a comfortable temperature, so it wasn’t cold. And if it was, why would Damon take off his jacket?

After the temperature increased, Damon didn’t speak. He just sat there with his phone, checking emails, and occasionally reviewing documents. He was actually working.

As the room temperature gradually rose, Damon’s bodyguard were sweating profusely, his entire back was soaked.

Wendy’s face was becoming flushed and unnaturally red. She was sweating too, the perspiration stinging her wounds. The pain was like countless ants biting her, all scrambling to burrow into her wounds.

The two men in the cage were suffering even more.

“Uh…”

“Ah…”

Their moans of pain finally broke free, sweat dripping from their faces, mixing with the blood.

“Ah…”

“Mm…”

moans grew louder, but Damon seemed to be deaf to their pain. He continued reading his emails, not even

that everyone realized why Damon had increased the room temperature. When injured, the body reacts to heat similarly to how a corpse decomposes faster in high temperatures. It was a way to

hadn’t said a word until now. Luckily, they looked

and couldn’t help but smirk. He forgot that she was injured

stared at the two men who were now too weak to make a sound. “Are you guys out of energy already?”

to Nate and threw it into a glass container filled with water. He watched as the whip soaked

He fetched

bodyguard with the whip started lashing the

The whip cracked!

“Ah!!”

“Ah!!”

screamed in pain. Wendy’s flushed face paled and she stumbled back a few steps. She stared at the men being whipped in the cage, their screams of pain filling her ears. Images of torture filled her mind, and fear washed over her like waves crashing onto a shore.

echoed through the room, sounding like the howls of

up, picked up the gun he had been playing with, and walked over to the cage. His eyes lingered on the red blood that had now seeped out of the cage. A small

“If we were going to confess, we would’ve done it already! Why would we endure all this? Just kill us! You won’t get any information out of

laughed, a cold sound. “Fugitives?”

a relieved smile, full of mockery. As if he was laughing at Damon for wasting his energy on them.

his laugh was cold and deep. “How do

make it quick.”

nodded slightly, “Alright.”