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…”

The men’s moans grew louder, but Damon seemed to be deaf to their pain. He continued reading his emails, not

even furrowing his brows.

It was then 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 slowly torture the men’s

nerves and endurance.

These two were tough, and they hadn’t said a word until now. Luckily, they looked like they were close to breaking.

“Damon…” Wendy suddenly spoke up. Nate glanced at her and couldn’t help but smirk. He forgot that she was

injured too.

Damon finally raised an eyebrow. He stared at the two men who were now too weak to make a sound. “Are you

guys out of energy already?”

He picked up a whip from the display table next to Nate and threw it into a glass container filled with water. He

watched as the whip soaked in the water sinking to the bottom. “Try this.”

Nate’s mouth twitched. He glanced at Wendy, who was being ignored, and sneakily smirked. He fetched the whip

from the water and handed it to the bodyguard next to him.

The cage was opened and Wendy watched as the bodyguard with the whip started lashing the two men.

The whip cracked!

“Ah!!”

“Ah!!”

The two men 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.

“Ah!!… Just kill us! Kill us!” Their screams echoed through the room, sounding like the howls of a ghost.

Damon slowly stood 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 smile played on his lips. “Rather die than confess?”

One of the men chuckled, “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 us!”

Damon suddenly laughed, a cold sound. “Fugitives?”

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

Damon was also laughing, but his laugh was cold and deep. “How do you want to die?”

“Just make it quick.”

Damon nodded slightly, “Alright.”

The man was taken aback. He hadn’t expected Damon to easily agree. It took him a moment to react. He coldly

chuckled and then closed his eyes, seemingly ready to accept death.

Damon turned his gaze to the other man, “And you? Want it to be quick too?”

“Yes! Just kill me quickly!”

Damon nodded without changing his expression, “Agreed. But let’s deal with him first.”

Both men closed their mouths, not arguing about who would die first. In the end, they were both going to die! Who

would care about living a few extra

seconds?

“Nate, bring them in.” Damon suddenly said.

Nate left the room at his command.

“What are you planning now?!” the lead man asked seriously.

Damon smirked, “Didn’t you ever wonder why I didn’t interrogate you as soon as I caught you and instead let you

stay comfortably here for two days?”

The two men’s expressions hardened. Usually, people would want to extract information as soon as possible. They

would usually interrogate them immediately. But they were just trapped here. Now, as this was brought up, they

didn’t understand the reason.

Damon’s smile was particularly cold, “As fugitives, you should know that indecisiveness is fatal. Do you think you’re

worthy of being called fugitives?” “Hahaha…When have we ever been indecisive?!”

Damon didn’t answer. After two seconds, the door to the room opened.

Nate walked in with two people. The two people Nate brought in were an old woman with white hair and a young

woman. The expressions of the two men in the cage immediately changed. When they realized what was

happening, they began to struggle wildly, their throats making anguished sounds.