Christopherâs 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.
âMr. Iverson.â Both Taylor and Yvonne bowed respectfully.
Christopher tossed the blood-stained whip he held onto the ground.
He removed his gold-rimmed glasses 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 didnât 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 Christopherâs hand
was still bleeding from a wound, so he nudged Yvonne, who was standing dazed nearby.
âMs. Smith, Mr. Iversonâs hand is injured. Hurry up and help him. bandage it!â
Yvonne snapped out of her daze, hesitated for a moment, then approached, âMr. Iverson, your hand is
injured. Let me help youâ¦â
âAh!â Before she could react, Christopher grabbed her wrist ferociously and dragged her into the room.
With a bang, the door slammed shut. Taylor stood dazed at the door, worried for Yvonne.
As soon as they entered the room, Christopher hungrily kissed Yvonneâs 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 her last line of defense, trembling in fear. âNo, please, Mr. Iversonâ¦â
âYvonne, do you dare refuse me?â
Christopher pressed down on her soft figure, glaring at her pretty face, which resembled Bellaâs so
much. âEven if Bella refuses me, what right do you have to refuse me?!â
With a swift motion, he slapped her across the face!
Yvonneâs 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
never laid a hand on her before.
This slap extinguished the last 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 Yvonneâs body, reaching into his pants pocket for his phone.
The name displayed on the screen made his brow furrow deeply.
âWhy do you have time to call me?â
âIf I didnât call, how would you handle the current trouble?â The voice on the other end chuckled
playfully.
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.
âEven you know about it.â Christopherâs attitude toward him was surprisingly respectful.
âYes, Ms. Thompson is quite the character. Her face mesmerizes people, and her personality is so
compelling that she wonât stop until she turns the world upside down. She is truly a heroine among
women. I quite like her indomitable spirit.â
Christopherâs chest tightened. He left a white mark on his lower lip from biting into it.
âBut rest assured, I am not one to steal someone elseâs love. I compete with you for the woman you
love.â The man chuckled ligh
âNot only will I not compete with you, Iâll even help you get Ms. Thompson.â