The Billionaire Alpha’s Contract Lover by Caesar Erickson novel Chapter 1783

Chapter 1783

Two men wearing full-face masks and protective suits pushed open the door to the chip room and saw Griffon sitting on the sofa like a king, motionless as a mountain.

He was covered in blood, and his face, slightly turned, was also stained with blood. Only his lifeless eyes exuded a cold, disdainful gaze.

By his side was a surgical knife, its blade glinting silver under the light, casting an eerie glow on the man's face, making him look like a demon from hell.

If it were anyone else who saw 1-1 and 1-3, they would have been afraid, but the man on the sofa showed no fear, not even bothering to acknowledge their presence.

His stubbornness and unruliness were somewhat admirable to the two founders, but... "If you are not the leader of S, then I would definitely have a different opinion of you for single-handedly making it to the upper area," said 1-1, his voice carrying a hint of weariness, as if it had been tempered by the passage of time.

"Tell me, what are you doing in Erebus?" 1-1 pulled up a chair and sat down in front of Griffon as if meeting an old friend.

Without any defenses, Griffon took the cigarette offered to him and lit it.

He had relied on cigarettes to survive during the years she was ill, and when she returned, he quit smoking for good.

Now that she was gone, these things seemed to have no meaning worth quitting for.

He took a drag from the cigarette, exhaling a puff of smoke.

Under the swirling smoke, the man's face, both ethereal and blood-stained, was half-hidden, revealing no emotion.

After staring at him for a while, 1-1 lit a cigarette, but did not smoke it, just held it in his hand, absentmindedly toying with it. "If you're not willing to talk, then according to Erebus's rules, I'll have to send you to the biochemistry area," said 1-1.

Griffon took the cigarette out of his mouth and blew out a wisp of smoke.

This action seemed somewhat provocative to 1-3, who was standing by the door with his arms crossed. "Aren't you afraid of death with such arrogance?"

Griffon looked past 1-3 and at Nick, who was standing next to him. "You don't care about his life?"

Nick, enduring intense pain, looked up at 1-1's back.