The Enticing CEO’s Chosen Bride

Chapter 1398

Chapter 1398

Damon didn’t know how many bullets he’d fired. He didn’t bother to count, always sitting there indifferently, his legs crossed and his black trousers still looking tidy. His other hand rested on his knee, his posture more relaxed than any leisure activity. Every word he said after each shot was so bland as if he was only aiming at a stationary target. Like she’s something lifeless.

Compared to the hysterical screams, Wendy was almost completely hung by chains in the cage, unable to make a sound. Her exquisite high–end clothes were stained with blood, and her messy hair hung in mid–air, obscuring her face.

When the bullets were finished, Damon put down his hand, knocked off the gun casually, and picked up a few more bullets from the table. Nate looked at the motionless woman in the cage and couldn’t help but say, “Sir, if we continue like this, she won’t make it.”

Damon reloaded the gun and looked at the motionless woman in the cage. After a moment, he threw the gun at Nate. Just as Nate thought Wendy had escaped this time, he heard Damon speak lightly.

“Drag her next door, help her remove the bullets, then take good care of her for a few days.”

Nate paused, puzzled, “Aren’t we sending her back to the Alonso family?”

Damon stood up, “I’m not done yet.”

Nate’s eyebrows twitched.

Wendy was shot six times with modified bullets, and although none of them hit a vital spot, the pain must have been unbearable.

He thought that the punishment for Wendy this time was enough. But Damon said it wasn’t over yet. So, he meant that he was to continue to punish her after she recovered?

That was cruel.

Even Wendy, who was unconsciousness, heard Damon and Nate’s conversation and couldn’t help but move her eyelids.

“No… don’t… please…”

her away, and

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in the cage. Wendy looked at Damon’s back, and struggled to say something, but got no response.

knew this was her own doing. Why did she make such a decision if she knew this would be

next to him, and they immediately came forward to open the

the

got into the car, Damon spoke, his cold

“Aren’t you going back to your apartment?” He was married now, why would he go to a

of

and smoothly drove away. Alright, he understood. He was afraid the

as considerate.

far from the cage,

Maybe… Maybe…

his wife smell blood, especially

carefully and confirmed it was the sound of the lock.

the door, he saw her running

“You’re back!”

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and that cute face suddenly appeared in Damon’s vision, instantly dispelling the chill he had

no intention of stopping, fearing she might trip, he reached out his long arm and held her in his arms. His familiar scent

today?

enthusiasm made Damon

without answering his question, and snuggled into his arms. “You’re not cold

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