Noble Pampering: Demon CEO's Relentless Entanglement

Sophie Smith’s gaze was ruthless as she spoke.

In Nanny Garcia’s memory, she had never seen Sophie like this before; at most, she would only throw a tantrum in front of Asher Land, and once it was over, she would return to her usual tranquility.

She thought, Irene Morton must have thoroughly angered Sophie this time.

Sophie hesitated for a long time, seeming to have fought an internal battle, before finally stepping outside in the direction of the basement...

Nanny Garcia knew that Sophie must be feeling very conflicted about whether to let Irene go.

...

The cold, dark basement.

Asher Land’s polished shoes steadily treaded upon the slightly rough concrete floor as Robert Williams walked ahead of him, the prolonged basement atmosphere somewhat terrifying.

Inside the basement, four or five tall, burly bodyguards in black were watching over. When they saw Asher Land arrive, they all bowed their heads.

Someone opened the iron door.

With a loud clang, Irene Morton, originally curled in the corner, suddenly lifted her head.

"Brother Asher..." Irene Morton murmured softly, eyes full of disbelief.

He came to see her, after nearly three months, he finally came to see her.

This version of Irene, Asher Land had never seen before.

He couldn’t find the words to describe the current disarray of the woman before him; she looked like a beggar. Her once delicate face seemed to have aged considerably, there wasn’t a single clean spot on her entire body, her slender figure now appeared emaciated and shrunken...

Asher Land clenched his fists, the veins on the back of his hands bulging.

"Brother Asher, I thought you would never come to see me, that you’d lock me here for a lifetime..." Irene Morton’s voice was hoarse beyond recognition, tinged with a strong nasal tone, indicating she had caught a cold.

"What are you doing?" Asher Land glanced coldly at the nearby bodyguards in black, "She’s sick, don’t you know to call the doctor?" 𝐟𝐫𝕖𝗲𝘄𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝕧𝐞𝚕.𝕔𝕠𝐦

He only wanted to imprison her, to prevent her from doing any more harm to Sophie Smith, but he was not cruel enough to wish her death.

"Sorry, President Land..." The black-clad bodyguards stammered in response. At first, Asher Land had been so resolute in locking Irene into this basement that the bodyguards assumed that the person locked inside had gravely offended him, leading them to leave Irene to her fate even as she caught a severe cold.

Asher Land kicked over a sturdy black-clad man standing beside him.

"Robert Williams, call the doctor over." He ordered in a deep voice.

Robert Williams responded and took his phone to one side.

Irene Morton’s eyes showed a trace of joy; his actions indicated that he still cared for her, leaving a shred of hope in her heart.

"Don’t look at me like that." With one sentence, he shattered all her illusions, "I don’t want you to die just because I haven’t finished tormenting you. The pain you’re experiencing now doesn’t even compare to a fraction of what Sophie Smith went through back then. How could I let you die so easily?"

Irene Morton gaped, her eyes wide with disbelief, shaking her head ceaselessly.

"No, Brother Asher, it’s not like that..."

"Are you trying to deceive yourself?" he sneered, "Irene, are you aware now?"

He needed to extinguish all of Irene’s thoughts about him, and he didn’t mind being more ruthless with his words.

Irene Morton remained silent, her head bowed, tangled hair covering her despairing and bleak face.