Chapter 1158

Christopher’s chest was heaving heavily, and sweat was mixed with blood, trickling down his delicate face. His eyes were sinister and cruel, like a vengeful spirit that crawled out from the depths of hell. There was a tinge of bloody satisfaction. “Mr. Iverson.” Both Taylor and Yvonne bowed respectfully. Christopher tossed the blood-stained whip he held onto the ground. He removed his gold-rimmed glasses and wiped the blood droplets off the lenses with the corner of his shirt. In Sentania, whenever he felt stressed or in a bad mood, he would go hunting in the deep mountains. He didn’t have that luxury in Savrow, so he could only resort to beating people. He found that beating people was much more interesting than hunting. This kind of entertainment would have to be retained in the future. The two subordinates followed quietly to the door of the room. Taylor noticed that Christopher’s hand was still bleeding from a wound, so he nudged Yvonne, who was standing dazed nearby. “Ms.