Chapter 367: Chapter 367: Because My Wife Doesn’t Like It
The night was as dark as ink, passion like fire.
From the study to the bedroom, from the bedroom to the bathroom, everywhere were sparks.
Isabella Weaver had long lost track of time, only falling and losing herself in his ocean of tenderness.
The sensation was so wonderful that even when he hurt her and she cursed him, she lacked the strength.
The night was deep, and she fell into a deep sleep in his warm and solid embrace, soft and lazy like a kitten.
Harry Hunter held her, kissing her repeatedly until she pushed his head aside, annoyed at him disturbing her dream.
Harry Hunter chuckled, got up to dress, tidied himself, and went out.
But half a minute later, he returned, bent down to kiss her once more, and then left again.
Outside the main door of the living room, Connor was already waiting solemnly.
Seeing Harry Hunter come out, he opened the car door: "Young Master."
"Hmm, let’s go."
"Yes."
Even in the dead of night, Connor remained energetic, showing no sign of fatigue.
He got in the car, drove out of the villa gates, and the few black Buicks waiting outside followed, marching grandly into the night.
The night was quiet, and the corridor of the hospital’s intensive care unit seemed even more lifeless.
The sound of Harry Hunter’s footsteps broke the silence, his expensive handmade leather shoes striking the marble floor with a crisp sound.
But eerily, none of the bodyguards behind him, including Connor, made any noise, like a group of ghosts, visible but silent.
The nurse on duty was about to shout when a white towel flashed before her eyes, and she fainted.
Connor pushed open the door to the ICU: "Young Master, this is the place."
Harry Hunter nodded indifferently, walked in, and spotted a fainted young nurse and the unconscious Alexander Parker.
A moment later, the couple Ryan Parker and Reese Renfrew were brought in.
With his back to them, Harry Hunter’s voice was cold: "I could crush you like ants, but I’ve never done it. Why?"
"You can’t kill us! Killing is against the law and utterly ruthless!"
"Because my wife doesn’t like it."
Harry Hunter slowly turned around, his handsome and perfect features displaying no emotion, his tall figure exuding a powerful aura as if looking down on all beings: "She likes to live like a normal person, so I act like one, hiding the darkness and slaughter, so as not to scare my baby."
"But you."
He walked over to Reese Renfrew, kicking her: "What do you think you are, daring to touch her?!"
"Young Master Hunter!"
Reese Renfrew almost fainted from the pain, while Ryan Parker shouted with eyes about to pop: "It’s a misunderstanding! Young Master Hunter!"
Harry Hunter ignored him, coldly asking Reese Renfrew: "Did you order someone to throw acid today?"
"I didn’t!"
"Alexander Parker is half-dead, and you go to settle scores with Isabella? Why not come to me? It was my men who beat him like that."
Reese Renfrew spat blood and suddenly cried out, "Then you deserve to die too! You all deserve to die! Why harm my son!"
"My men, crippled and killed by him, are in the hundreds, and I was nearly killed by him too. Tell me, who really deserves to die?"
"He is innocent! He was drugged, unable to control his emotions! He was already sick, that’s what the authoritative doctors said!"
"If he’s sick, then he should be well contained for treatment. If he comes out to kill indiscriminately, he’d better be prepared to be killed!"
Harry Hunter, not in a good mood, said coldly: "I’ll count to three. If you don’t give me a satisfactory answer, Alexander Parker’s head will part with his neck."
In Connor’s hand, the gleaming white knife was placed on Alexander Parker’s neck.