His Wife Calls The Shots
Chapter 817: She Didn’t Receive Any Treatment For Her Wounds_1

Chapter 817: Chapter 817: She Didn’t Receive Any Treatment For Her Wounds_1

Chapter 817

The two henchmen exchanged glances, and after two seconds, hurriedly pushed the door open.

At first glance, their minds buzzed, almost simultaneously struck with the same thought—

Master Boone’s virility is gone.

Therein lies the Cold Lizard with his pants soaked in blood, yelling in pain on the ground.

Not far away, a girl with a blood-dripping knife in her hand, smiled from the corner of her mouth.

"Kill her! Kill her! Kill her for me!" Cold Lizard bellowed.

The two men charged at her simultaneously.

Chloe Collins stood her ground, taking on both of them.

More and more people began gathering around.

The crowd was larger than what Chloe had anticipated.

She initially thought there would be twenty or so people at most. With all her might, she might have been able to escape.

But she was wrong. There were over a hundred of them.

As more and more people arrived, the light illuminated her face, making it look exceedingly pale.

But her eyes were resolute, ready to embrace death.

She tightly clutched the dagger in her hand, her tense muscles exuding power.

The next second, she kicked away the man who lunged at her.

One, two, three... she used all her might to fight them, regardless of the outcome, disregarding life or death.

No matter how the actual situation changes, the rule of the tide’s ebb and flow remains constant.

Every day at the same time, the same wave crashes against the same rock.

As the sun rises, the sunshine sprinkles tiny bits of light on the sea surface, like a dusting of gold powder.

Sparkling waves, incredibly beautiful.

However, on the mast of a large ship, a girl was hanging.

Her hands were tightly bound with rope, her entire body suspended in mid-air. The weight of her body pulled downward, causing her wrists to be covered in abrasions.

Even without these abrasions, she wasn’t faring any better.

There was not a single part of her body that wasn’t injured.

Even her face, now unmasked, was bruised and discolored.

Her eyes were swollen as if she’d been stung by a bee.

A bright red cut on her nose had roughened over the night into a coarse scab.

She slowly opened her eyes, but everything she saw was blurred.

Even breathing was a struggle.

Now, only her hearing remained normal.

"She woke up!"

Someone was sent away.

Cold Lizard was sitting on a wheelchair, glaring at her hatefully.

She laughed.

Two words slipped from the corner of her mouth: "Cripple."

"Sink her to the bottom of the sea!" Cold Lizard roared in fury.

Immediately afterwards, Chloe was met with icy, bone-chilling seawater.

Although it was autumn, the sea water was cold.

And it was morning, the sudden plunge into the water and the drastic shift in temperature was agonizing.

As the seawater submerged her head, Chloe faintly saw a glimmer of light.

That was followed by a feeling of suffocation.

Gradually, her body started to weaken.

Even so, her hands were still trying to undo the rope.

But her strength was too small, too insignificant to have any chance of success.

Later, she was hoisted up again.

Cold Lizard didn’t take her life.

She continued to hang there.

For three days, her wounds didn’t receive any treatment, nor did she eat a bite of food.

She was left to be scorched under the sun, then repeatedly submerged into the sea.

They continued to torture her in this manner.

Her body, with old wounds unhealed, was accumulating new ones.

Normally, she was not afraid of the cold and rarely fell sick, even if she caught a cold, she would recover quickly.

But this time, being repeatedly soaked in cold water without giving her body any time to recuperate, her nose started to stuff up after a few days, and she was left with shallow breathing.