If he had known Sumr Monroe would encounter such an incident, why would he have held the eting?
He would rather see Knight Global Entertainnt go bankrupt than arrive late like this.
A cold and sinister aura swirled around him.
Claire Woodward, Mio Osborne, these two, he wants them to have no place to die!
Damian Knight, with a cold expression, held Sumr Monroe’s hand. His expression was terrifying, but his actions were gentle.
He used the pad of his thumb to rub her wrist, trying to massage away the red marks on her hand.
Seeing this, Assistant Shelton led the other bodyguards out of the bedroom.
Damian Knight, after massaging for a while, looked up at Sumr Monroe and asked, "Where did Mio Osborne touch you?"
Just now, Sumr Monroe had felt panicked, but now her heart strangely cald down.
She didn’t answer, only said, "I thought you wouldn’t co."
She had sent that text, logically speaking, Damian Knight shouldn’t have co.
Damian Knight looked at her deeply and said, "Do you believe in telepathy?"
Sumr Monroe’s heart stirred, her heartbeat uncontrollably distorted in rhythm.
She suddenly recalled Dr. Mayo’s words.
—Congratulations, you’re in love.
Sumr Monroe bit her lip, looked at Damian Knight, and said, "I believe."
Damian Knight was montarily stunned, not expecting Sumr Monroe to say that. He instinctively looked into Sumr Monroe’s eyes and found that her usually calm and slightly cold eyes seed a bit different than usual.
But what was different?
"You..."
Sumr Monroe reached out with her index finger to block Damian Knight’s lips and said, "I might not hold on for long. Listen to first. I... need to catch my breath. Mio Osborne sprayed perfu on himself, tell your people to wait for the scent to dissipate, then..."
Sumr Monroe used all her strength to tell Damian Knight her plan.
After hearing this, Damian Knight’s expression turned even colder.
Mio Osborne actually drugged his own student! Such a beast should just die.
He clenched his jaw and said, "Why go through so much trouble? Just kill him directly!"
Sumr Monroe felt her strength waning, having to rely on Damian Knight’s arm to stand steadily.
"Hoo..." Sumr Monroe exhaled, catching her breath before speaking laboriously, "Killing him directly is too easy for him. For soone like him, death is an easy release, just closing his eyes and it’s over. I want him to suffer, suffer for a lifeti to vent my hatred!"
Damian Knight looked at her deeply, nodding, "I understand. I’ll do as you say."
"And Claire Woodward, she gave Mio Osborne the perfu, she can’t be spared either. Help outside, I need fresh air."
"Okay." Damian Knight wrapped his arm around Sumr Monroe’s slender waist, carefully helping her out of the bedroom.
In the living room.
After Mio Osborne was dragged out, Assistant Shelton, still furious, had soone douse him with a basin of cold water and ordered the bodyguards to give him a brutal beating again.
At this mont, Mio Osborne was unconscious again, lying in a pool of blood, his once handso face beaten to the point of being unrecognizable, his face more swollen than Finn Ford’s.
As for Claire Woodward, she was tightly bound, with a rag stuffed in her mouth, kneeling on the ground and whimpering.
Seeing Damian Knight co out, Claire Woodward widened her eyes in fear, tears streaming down her pretty eyes, as if begging him for rcy.
In that instant Damian Knight burst in, he kicked her in the stomach, sending her flying a ter away.
At that mont, Damian Knight was as terrifying as a harbinger of death.
But when she saw Damian Knight holding Sumr Monroe’s hand, the jealousy in her eyes surged again.
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