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 furrowing

the room temperature. When injured, the body reacts to heat similarly to

said a word until

up. Nate glanced at her and couldn’t

He stared at the two men who were now

whip from the display table next to Nate and threw it into a glass container

glanced at Wendy, who was being ignored, and sneakily smirked. He fetched the whip from the water and handed it

and Wendy watched as the bodyguard with the whip

The whip cracked!

“Ah!!”

“Ah!!”

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

Just kill us! Kill us!” Their screams echoed through the room,

and walked over to the cage. His eyes lingered on the red blood that had now seeped out of the cage. A small smile

would’ve done it already! Why would we

a cold

relieved smile, full of mockery. As if he was laughing

his laugh was cold and deep. “How

make it

nodded slightly,

hadn’t expected Damon to easily agree. It took him a moment to react. He coldly chuckled and

other man, “And you? Want it to