Chapter 738
It felt like an invisible net trapping every living thing, making the simple act of breathing feel incredibly oppressive.
Even someone as battle-tested as Sienna felt the crushing weight of it.
Let alone Heather, who had never encountered such intense intimidation.
Sienna gripped the girl’s trembling shoulder, lowering her voice to offer a calm warning. “If you back down now, you’ll only meet a worse fate p>
Heather swallowed hard, her eyes red, but she bit her lip and forced herself to step forward.
She was too young and inexperienced.
She simply couldn’t withstand the predatory aura of such a dominant apex predator.
As soon as she found her footing, Heather followed her usual rudimentary medical routine, raising her hand to check the pulse of the man on the bed.
But the toxins ravaging the man’s body were violent and chaotic, making his pulse wildly erratic.
Even touching him sent a jolt of panic through her, and after two hesitant attempts with her fingertips, she couldn’t catch a single steady beat.
After her first failed attempt, the atmosphere behind the curtain noticeably frosted over.
The second time her fingers hovered and missed the mark entirely p>
Standing a few feet away, Sienna could feel the man’s demeanor drop to subzero temperatures.
The man behind the veil suddenly raised his hand.
It was an incredibly slight movement; he didn’t even sit up, swatting the air as if brushing away a bothersome insect.
But Heather let out a terrified shriek and scrambled backward.
She collapsed hard onto the floor, covering her mouth as she burst into tears, the drops streaming rapidly down her face.
“Please don’t kill me… I’m begging you, don’t cripple me p>
In the dead quiet of the room, the girl’s frantic sobs sounded jarring and pitiful.
From behind the sheer fabric came a cold, mocking chuckle.
“Heh p>
The laugh was faint, seemingly devoid of hostility, yet it was enough to freeze the blood in their veins.
Next, the silhouette on the curtain moved as his thin lips parted, and a deep, chillingly indifferent voice dropped a ruthless command.
“A waste of time p>
He nonchalantly picked up a wet wipe to clean his hands, his tone dangerously lazy. “Dispose of her p>
Those simple words, spoken as casually as small talk, casually signed away a human life.
Sienna’s mind exploded with static, her blood turning to ice.
It wasn’t just because of the cruel order, but because of that voice p>
Heather froze as if struck by lightning, rooted to the spot and trembling uncontrollably.
Just then, a pale, masculine hand with long, elegant fingers reached out from behind the veil.
His fingertips moved methodically, picking up a pair of thin, gold rimmed glasses from the nightstand and slowly sliding them onto the bridge of his nose.
Sienna stared at those glasses, her thoughts drifting for a split second.
The very next moment.
He reached up and threw back the white curtain.
The hazy shadows vanished, completely exposing the devastatingly handsome, utterly sinister face that had been lurking in the dark.
His brow was high and pronounced, while his lips held an unhealthy, pallid hue.
His features were strikingly sharp, his jawline so tight and defined that his entire face resembled a finely honed blade.
His morbidly pale complexion only amplified his dark, breathtaking good looks.
The gold-rimmed glasses resting on his nose somewhat muted his lethal edge, granting him a deceptive facade of refined elegance.
Behind the lenses, his chestnut eyes appeared impossibly deep and cold, narrowing slightly as if adjusting to the sudden light.
But buried deep within his gaze was a psychopathic cruelty, a callous indifference suited for staring down at insects.
Absolute beauty coexisted with sheer ruthlessness; civility walked hand in hand with a thirst for blood.
Sienna recognized those eyes.
But their owner didn’t spare her a single glance.
It felt as though all her blood simultaneously rushed to her heart before violently surging into her head, causing her vision to blur for a terrifying second.
Sienna’s breath hitched, her body involuntarily taking a half-step back.