The Enticing CEO’s Chosen Bride novel Chapter 1183

Chapter 1183 

After passing several security checkpoints, Wendy finally found herself in a massive, empty room. Despite being a prison, the place was decked out in luxurious metallic hues. This was a far cry from the dank, dark dungeons she was used to. It was obvious which one was more comfortable than the other. 

Wendy was curious, but also thought it only made sense. The Harper family could have whatever they wanted, after all. This high–tech design was just another thing that money could buy. 

From surprise to acceptance, the transition took Wendy only a few seconds. She didn’t really feel anything until she stepped into the room, and then she could feel her face stiffening. 

At the center of the room, there was a black cage, a stark contrast to the silver hue of the room. Inside the cage, two men were kneeling quietly, hands chained tightly behind them. 

As Damon entered the room, followed by a bunch of family guards, the guards at the entrance gave a nod of recognition. The noise stirred the men in the cage, and they opened their eyes, lifting their heads to look forward. Their fierce gaze made Wendy step back in fear. Damon walked straight towards the cage. 

Maybe it was the cold metallic decor, or maybe it was the aura of power and nobility that Damon radiated, but the room was filled with a chilly air. As Damon got closer to the cage, the two men inside felt like their blood was freezing. 

Despite days of questioning, they had given no information. But when they saw Damon, they wanted to vanish on the spot. Especially as his footsteps got closer and louder, finally stopping before the cage. Just seeing Damon, the two men broke out in a cold sweat. 

“What do you have to say?” one of the men asked before Damon could even open his mouth. 

Dressed in black formal wear, with a dark shirt and an expressionless face, Damon looked intensely cold. He stared at them for a long time before he finally spoke, his voice as icy as his gaze. “Who were you planning to kill this time?” 

“Not you!” The man in the cage answered almost immediately, but his answer was clearly not satisfactory. 

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These two men were obviously trained, prepared for harsh questioning and all sorts of interrogation tricks. 

Damon squinted his eyes and asked again, “Who?” 

The two men were startled, their lips trembling, but they didn’t make a sound. In the end, they decided that silence was the best choice, so they shut their mouths. 

Seeing their expressions, Damon smirked, slowly playing with the cufflinks on his wrist, then leaned back in a chair that Nate had prepared for him. His legs were tightly wrapped in black pants. He lowered his head in thought, making everyone wonder what he was thinking. 

A few seconds seemed like an eternity for everyone in the ròpm. Wendy had no idea why Damon had brought her here. The sight of the cage, and the two men chained inside, filled her with dread. 

After a while, Damon suddenly said, “Do you think this place is less threatening than the dank, gloomy prisons you’re used to?” 

Wendy shivered at his words, while the two men in the cage exchanged a look! Maybe he had a point. The modern atmosphere, high–tech decor, luxurious furnishings, it all seemed quite harmless. 

Damon smirked, a cruel smile playing on his lips. “Nate.” 

“Yes, sir.” 

Nate responded immediately, walking over to the wall, and pressing a button. The walls started to move, revealing… 

After a few seconds, the two men in the cage had gone completely pale. The walls they had been looking at were just a facade. Behind them, there were all kinds of torture devices. 

Rows of shiny silver blades, swords, and other sharp objects in all shapes and sizes. Various types of long and short guns, whips, axes, branding irons, and nail boards… There were too many devices for torturing or killing a person to count 

“Various forms of torture have existed since ancient times…” 

The two men went pale. “What you’re doing is illegal…” 

Damon stared at them coldly. “You have the nerve to kill with guns. Do you think I’m worse than you?” 

The two men’s lips turned white. Damon had set up a private prison, used torture, and even had a wall full of forbidden weapons. 

“Speak or not?” 

Damon asked again, without even looking at them. His voice alone was enough to instill a great sense of threat. 

The two men bit their lips, staring intently at the man sitting in front of them.