The Enticing CEO’s Chosen Bride

Chapter 1185

After realizing what was happening, he struggled violently, bellowing out from his throat.

“You dirty rat!”

“No, no, please…I beg you…”

Behind him, an old woman was on her knees, trembling, clutching at Damon’s pant leg, her wrinkled face wet with tears.

“I beg you, spare my son…please…”

“Mom!!”

The smile on Damon’s face was replaced with a serious expression. He looked down at the old woman on the ground, then glanced up at Nate, who instantly stepped forward to help the old woman up.

“Please, don’t kill my son…I beg you…”

The old woman was dressed in coarse cloth, simple but clean. Her small and frail body, supported by two household guards, seemed incredibly fragile. “I beg you…I’ll bow down to you…please…

The mother’s pleading was filled with despair and helplessness. Even the guards, who considered themselves cold–hearted, couldn’t help but feel a pang of sorrow.

Damon looked at her indifferently, his voice cold. “Do you know why I’m doing this to him?”

The old woman couldn’t understand all this. She just wanted her son to live. “Don’t kill him, please…”

“Because he tried to kill my wife.”

Damon’s cold eyes quietly fixed on her as he calmly speaks. The old woman froze, staring at Damon in disbelief.

“No…that’s impossible…”

unintentionally offended

my wife, she’s also a daughter.

gaze shifted to the woman next to him, still sensing fear and hatred in her

Damon said coldly, a smirk playing on his lips. “That’s fine. Because I hate them too… But I can catch them, torture them, even kill them… And you can’t do anything to hurt me, no matter how much

That was reality.

eyes flickered, tears streaming down her face as she collapsed

outside, biting his lip in

slowly turned around, facing the man again, who was called ‘son‘ by the old woman. “I’m giving you one last chance. Speak, or there will be consequences.”

everything you want to

just brought them here to force us to talk, right? You’re really

Just as the man’s

stopped. She turned her head in disbelief to look at her son. He was just speaking, his hands still in

silence settled.

son!” The old woman

like he thought too highly of me. I gave him three chances, but he thought I wouldn’t end his life right in

casually put away

lifeless son, forgetting to breathe. Eventually, Nate lightly tapped the back of her neck,

the trigger. He ended the captive’s life right in front of his mother, without

disbelief. He was not afraid of death before, but now, he was terrified of dying in front of

a permanent sin, a permanent fear. What cruelty

“What about you?”

recover from the other man’s death, Damon’s cold voice

that beneath the polished exterior of

just a way to save time. If you don’t talk, it would just take me a bit longer.