The Enticing CEO’s Chosen Bride

Chapter 1160

Damon frowned a bit, seeming lost in thought. When he looked at Chloe again, his face was filled with guilt.

“But it was you who wanted to interact with her,” he said after a moment.

“She was your childhood playmate,” Chloe Insisted.

“You told me not to interfere back then…” Damon countered.

“She’s still your annoying suitor,” Chloe pointed out.

Damon fell silent for a while. Hearing footsteps behind him, his face darkened again. “Seems like you’ve got more

annoying suitors than I do!”

His tone was tinged with emotion, but his hand was about to lift to lead her away. The wounds needed to be treated

promptly after all.

But Stanley suddenly stepped forward, his cold voice breaking the silence, “How’s the wound?”

And then there was Rhys, still as gentlemanly and warm as ever. “Ms. Summers, are you in a lot of pain right now?”

“Are you okay?”

Damon’s face turned gloomier, and he put his hand on Nathan’s shoulder.

“Ouch… it hurts!” Nathan screamed instantly, glanced at his brother’s grim face, and immediately shut up.

Looking at the people around her, Chloe also felt a bit awkward. So, these were the so–called annoying suitors

Damon was talking about?

If she really thought about it, it seemed true.

But what was the deal with Rhys? Why did he join the mess at this time?

And Nathan, did he think there weren’t enough people here, so he joined in too?

But on second thought… he was just worried about her too..

“Damon…” Seeing Nathan being wronged, Chloe couldn’t help but speak up.

Damon gave her a stern look, pushed Nathan aside, grabbed her wrist, and silently led her through a door onto the

shooting range.

Rhys was vaguely suspicious as he watched these two’s intimate movements, but he still followed them as soon as

he could.

On the shooting range, the medical team that had been called earlier was already waiting.

Wendy had been carried there a long time ago, and Presley was now sitting beside her with a stern expression on

his face, his chest heaving, obviously in a rage.

Chloe kept her lips tightly shut and didn’t say anything. After the way she had beaten Wendy up, it was natural for

Presley, who had always had a soft spot for Wendy, to be resentful.

Wendy just lay there, crying incessantly, her whimpering making everyone impatient.

Seeing Damon bring Chloe over, Presley turned to look at her, his expression no different from usual.

The medical team members, who had been waiting on the side, immediately rushed over to Chloe when they saw

her, quickly surrounding her. Presley’s face turned even worse. “The one lying there is severely injured, can’t you

see her?”

Damon didn’t even glance at Wendy, he said coldly, “They were called by me. Of course they won’t treat others.”

“Damon!” Presley glared at him angrily and hit the ground hard with his crutch. “Don’t you understand the severity

of the situation? Regardless of who is right or wrong, the most important thing now is to save lives!”

“Why?” Damon, who was about to take Chloe inside to rest, stopped in his tracks when he heard Presley’s words.

His voice was as cold as ice.

He glanced at Wendy, who was lying there in pain, staring at him. His expression did not change as he continued, “If

she did something wrong, she doesn’t even deserve to live, let alone get help.”

Wendy’s sobbing suddenly stopped, she looked at Damon in disbelief. In his eyes,‘ she didn’t even deserve to live?

Presley’s face turned even gloomier, “Damon, you shouldn’t belittle human life.”

“Compared to her, I think I’m kind enough.”

He hadn’t forgotten Wendy’s murderous look towards Chloe. With that, he pulled Chloe into the indoor rest area.

Presley was so angry that he turned pale. When he looked at Wendy lying next to him, his expression didn’t

improve. He just ordered Nathan, “Go find another doctor to look at her.”

Although Nathan was reluctant, be understood his grandfather’s dilemma. Wendy was wrong at first, but now she

had been beaten to this state. She was the darling of the Alonso family, who had always been urging the Harper

family to take care of her since she came to P City.

Now that she had been beaten up by the Harper family’s daughter–in–law, Presley couldn’t explain to the Alonsos.

At this point, Robin suggested, “No need to find a doctor, just send her to the hospital. If these injuries are not

treated properly, they might leave scars.”

Hearing the word ‘scars, Wendy’s face darkened further. She couldn’t remember how many times Chloe had hit

her. Her whole body was in pain, as if there was no part of her that was intact. If she were to have scars from this,

she didn’t know how she could continue to live in this world.

Presley sighed deeply and waved his hand, “Hurry up, send her to the hospital.”

“Grandpa, that might not work.” Robin was about to have people take Wendy to the hospital, but Nathan coldly said

from the side.

“What do you mean?”

Nathan shrugged, “My brother didn’t say to send her to the hospital.”

“When has he ever cared about Wendy?!”

Nathan laughed mockingly, “He cared about her, or else he wouldn’t have had her brought here at the beginning.. I

can call a doctor over, but I don’t think it would help. My brother brought her here, probably not to save her, right?”

He finished with a sinister laugh, sending a chill down everyone’s spine.

Instead of calling for a doctor alone, Nathan was going to get two doctors from the medical team to treat Wendy’s

wounds.

When Damon found out about this, he just slightly said “wait a moment,” and then nothing else.

It wasn’t until Chloe’s shoulder wound was treated that the medical team followed Damon and Chloe and left.

Wendy appeared to be devoid of any life as she leaned up against the wall with a ghostly pale face Chloe didn’t

even show any emotion as she simply gave her a chilly stare. In her eyes, the punishment Wendy got was nowhere

near enough for her actions in the race.

Feeling the growing crowd around her, Wendy opened her eyes and saw Chloe. Her face, already twisted in pain,

instantly filled with rage and a murderous glare

She clutched her coat collar so tightly that her knuckles were turning white.