CH.165

Killian finally stopped his hacking coughs and stood up on his feet. His body was now fully healed from the nasty spikes that had pierced through him earlier.

Those wicked things would've probably killed him if he didn't possess his handy regenerative abilities.

Killian slowly scanned the chaotic scene in the once elegant dining room, taking in every detail with a calculated gaze to piece together what had transpired during his brief dance with death.

First, his eyes landed on the unconscious body of the voluptuous female who had screamed bloody murder under his merciless torture the entire night.

Her ample chest rose and fell with shallow breaths. Her golden hair splayed out around her head like a halo on the polished marble floor.

Jenkins was sprawled out cold a few feet away with his mouth hanging open in an undignified manner like a sack of potatoes.

A thin trail of drool leaked from the corner of his slack lips.

Killian's gaze then shifted to President Bolting who was also r