Chloe Grant vividly narrated, "Look, she was willing to sacrifice you for her self-defense. Who doesn’t know how formidable your wife is, by then..."
Chloe didn’t finish the sentence, rely let out a helpless sigh.
At the sa ti, the door of the private room was kicked open...
The manager’s body trembled, and he hurriedly raised his hands, "Honey... I didn’t do anything, I didn’t... ah!"
Before he could finish his words, he was kicked away.
He fell to the ground, struggling to look up...
Standing next to him was a man, a stranger, yet extraordinarily handso, exuding a strong aura.
He looked down at him disdainfully, as if he were looking at an ant.
The manager struggled to raise his hand, "You... you..."
Matthew Morgan squatted down, looking coldly at the manager, "Which hand of his touched you?"
His deep voice sounded as if it ca from hell, sending chills down one’s spine.
anwhile, Chloe Grant had almost no strength left, and the wound on her thigh had gone numb.
She only felt extrely dizzy, yet she was still forcing herself, "No... he didn’t touch , I was just... I..."
Before she could finish her sentence, she completely fainted.
Matthew Morgan stood up, quickly walked over, picked up Chloe Grant from the sofa, and then took her away!
As he reached the door, Lucas Morgan hurriedly rushed over.
Sweating profusely, when he saw Matthew Morgan carrying Chloe Grant out, he breathed a slight sigh of relief.
"How is she?" Lucas walked closer to ask, glancing over Chloe to see the spot on her thigh where the blood had pooled.
Matthew Morgan glanced at him, his gaze was cold and sharp.
In the end, he said nothing, and directly took Chloe Grant away.
It was clear that Lucas still had words to say, but in the end, he could only watch as Matthew Morgan took Chloe Grant away.
He couldn’t say anything.
...
Matthew Morgan did not take Chloe Grant ho, but directly to the presidential suite on the top floor.
He placed her on the bed.
She was either drunk or drugged, sleeping very heavily; she was unaware of anything he did.
Besides normal breathing, there was no other reaction.
Matthew Morgan took a dical kit, knelt beside her, and helped clean the wound on Chloe Grant’s thigh.
Before cleaning, only so blood had coagulated around, but after cleaning, he realized that the wound, though small... looked quite ghastly.
It seed to have been repeatedly poked, and upon closer inspection, there were even wooden splinters inside...
Matthew Morgan seed to be able to imagine Chloe Grant’s scene of continuously poking her own thigh with a toothpick to keep herself awake by the pain.
His brows furrowed tightly, his eyes showing a hint of heartbreak.
He lowered his head and began carefully tending to Chloe Grant’s wound.
She hated pain the most; at tis when awake, the mont the tweezers touched her flesh, she would definitely cry and scream continuously.
Sadly, now she was in such a heavy sleep, similar to soone under full anesthesia during surgery, entirely oblivious to the pain on her flesh.
Once he cleaned out the contents of the small wound, Matthew Morgan applied so anti-inflammatory ointnt and then covered it with a band-aid.
The wound was not large, but deep...
After dealing with the wound, he carefully checked other parts of Chloe Grant’s body to make sure there were no other injuries, before he could relax.
He helped her change into sleepwear, then covered her with a blanket, adjusted the room temperature to the most comfortable level, allowing her to have a good sleep.
However, in the latter half of the night, what surprised Matthew Morgan was...
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