Christopher’s chest was heaving heavily, and sweat was mixed with blood, trickling down his delicate


    face.


    His eyes were sinister and cruel, like a vengeful spirit that crawled out from the depths of hell. There


    was a tinge of bloody satisfaction.


    “Mr. Iverson.” Both Taylor and Yvonne bowed respectfully.


    Christopher tossed the blood-stained whip he held onto the ground.


    He removed his gold-rimmed sses and wiped the blood droplets off the lenses with the corner of his


    shirt.


    In Sentania, whenever he felt stressed or in a bad mood, he would go hunting in the deep mountains.


    He didn’t have that luxury in Savrow, so he could only resort to beating people. He found that beating


    people was much more interesting than hunting. This kind of entertainment would have to be retained


    in the future.


    The two subordinates followed quietly to the door of the room. Taylor noticed that Christopher’s hand


    was still bleeding from a wound, so he nudged Yvonne, who was standing dazed nearby.


    “Ms. Smith, Mr. Iverson’s hand is injured. Hurry up and help him. bandage it!”


    Yvonne snapped out of her daze, hesitated for a moment, then approached, “Mr. Iverson, your hand is


    injured. Let me help you…”


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    “Ah!” Before she could react, Christopher grabbed her wrist ferociously and dragged her into the room.


    With a bang, the door mmed shut. Taylor stood dazed at the door, worried for Yvonne.


    As soon as they entered the room, Christopher hungrily kissed Yvonne’s trembling lips, and his hands


    ruthlessly tore apart her clothes. As they neared the bed, Yvonne was left with only her underwear, her


    arms shielding her chest as herst line of defense, trembling in fear. “No, please, Mr. Iverson…”


    “Yvonne, do you dare refuse me?”


    Christopher pressed down on her soft figure, ring at her pretty face, which resembled Be’s so


    much. “Even if Be refuses me, what right do you have to refuse me?!”


    With a swift motion, he pped her across the face!


    Yvonne’s cheeks swelled up from the blow, her ears ringing.


    She had been with Christopher for almost ten years, and even though he treated her as a toy, he had


    neverid a hand on her before.


    This p extinguished thest bit of hope Yvonne had for him.


    The perfect, kind, gentle young master she once knew seemed to be drifting further away, and she was


    starting to lose sight of him.


    Christopher froze abruptly. His lips were pale and dry, slightly parted.


    Before he could say anything, his phone rang.


    Christopher pulled away from Yvonne’s body, reaching into his pants pocket for his phone.


    The name disyed on the screen made his brow furrow deeply.


    “Why do you have time to call me?”


    “If I didn’t call, how would you handle the current trouble?” The voice on the other end chuckled


    yfully.


    Christopher turned his back to answer the call, but Yvonne still faintly heard the voice on the other end.


    It was a captivating voice, elegant and low, highly recognizable. It was a voice that, once heard, would


    be unforgettable.


    “Even you know about it.” Christopher’s attitude toward him was surprisingly respectful.


    “Yes, Ms. Thompson is quite the character. Her face mesmerizes people, and her personality is so


    compelling that she won’t stop until she turns the world upside down. She is truly a heroine among


    women. I quite like her indomitable spirit.”


    Christopher’s chest tightened. He left a white mark on his lower lip from biting into it.


    “But rest assured, I am not one to steal someone else’s love. Ipete with you for the woman you


    love.” The man chuckled ligh


    “Not only will I notpete with you, I’ll even help you get Ms. Thompson.”