Chapter 274 Bring the Person Over
At 11 PM, Damon woke up.
Seeing this, Bodhi quickly rushed over. "How do you feel? Can you talk?"
Damon froze for a moment. Looking at his left hand and right leg in casts, he immediately became agitated. He struggled to get up, but the slightest movement made his internal organs ache.
"Don't move yet." Bodhi glared at him and said, "The doctor said you have internal injuries and need to rest."
Damon's eyes widened as he pulled out the oxygen tube.
Gritting his teeth, his face full of rage, he said, "I'm going to kill her!"
Bodhi held him down. "I know you're angry, but right now you need to lie still and not move around."
"I already know what happened this afternoon. Anyone who crosses the Whitley family—I'll make her pay the price!"
"I'll go grab her right now and make her kneel at your bedside and kowtow to apologize."
With that, Bodhi strode out of the hospital room, taking a group of men with him and heading straight to the Golden Crown Hotel.
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Golden Crown Hotel.
Suite 201.
William sat at the desk working, while Isabella sat on the sofa holding a book about the history of the Northern Ice Empire.
After flipping through this history book, she finally understood why Alton and Tyrell always had looks of awe in their eyes whenever they mentioned the Powell family.
It turned out the Powell family had been military people for generations. The Powell family soldiers in the book were invincible in battle. This small territory of Novaria, under their protection, was safe from invasion and gradually developed into such prosperity. So from early times, the people here deeply loved the Powell family.
However, some of the battles in Northern Ice Empire history were described strangely in this book.
For example, two thousand years ago, Celorian launched a war against the Northern Ice Empire, and in the end, the Powell family commander used clever fire tactics to burn one hundred thousand Celorian soldiers alive...
Reading this, Isabella couldn't help but flip to the back of the book to check the authenticity label.
Burned alive...
Was this really not made up?
Isabella closed her eyes and tried to imagine possible scenarios. The Powell family army on the city walls, lighting arrows on fire and shooting them in volleys—using this method to "burn" enemy soldiers to death wasn't entirely impossible.
As Isabella kept thinking about it, she grew drowsy holding the book.
Suddenly, there was urgent pounding on the door.
"Open up! I'm the hotel manager!"
Isabella was startled and nearly fell off the sofa.
William also stopped typing and looked at the closed door, then made eye contact with Isabella.
"I'll go."
William got up and walked over. Looking through the peephole, he saw it was indeed the hotel manager.
As soon as he turned the doorknob, two men in black viciously grabbed William from both sides.
William didn't even have time to react, and there weren't just the hotel manager at the door—there were seven or eight men in black.
The hotel manager was clearly being forced too, held by the shoulders by two men in black, unable to move.
Isabella got up from the sofa, watching the men in black warily. "Who are you? What do you want?"
The next second, a stern and cold voice came:
"You injured my brother. Don't you think you owe us an explanation?"
Bodhi pushed the hotel manager aside and swaggered in, looking coldly at Isabella.
Isabella frowned. "When did I injure your brother?"
Bodhi said in a deep voice, "My brother Damon—wasn't it you who hurt him?"
Isabella: "..."
So it was Damon.
Bodhi then had his men push Tyrell and Alton forward.
Tyrell and Alton were both bound hand and foot, unable to move, their faces bruised and swollen—they'd clearly already been beaten.
Bodhi sneered. "You don't need to count on your bodyguards to do anything now. Their skills aren't even worth embarrassing themselves over!"
Hearing this, a flash of defiance crossed Alton's eyes. "Bodhi! You—"
Suddenly, Bodhi struck out with his palm.
Alton was sent flying.
He spat out a mouthful of blood, his body convulsing from the pain.
"You don't get to speak here!" Bodhi said coldly, then turned to look at Isabella with a mocking expression. "I really didn't expect the person who hurt Damon to be a delicate little girl like you. What a disgrace to the Whitley family!"
Isabella's eyes fixed on Bodhi, cold as a frozen pond. "If you're here about Damon, then I can only tell you—I hit him because he deserved it. If he hadn't insisted on taking my things, I wouldn't have hurt anyone."
Hearing this, Bodhi flew into a rage. "You dare to be so self-righteous after hitting someone! I'll give you one last chance. Come with me now and kowtow a few times at my brother's bedside, and I can make you suffer less. Otherwise, you'll regret it!"
Hearing this, Isabella asked with a cold laugh, "The way you're talking, did Damon die?"
Bodhi immediately said, "Of course he's not dead! He's just injured by you!"
"Since he's not dead, why are you in such a hurry for me to kowtow to him?" Isabella said. "I can kowtow—let's wait until he's dead."
Hearing this, Bodhi's face immediately darkened.
He pointed at Isabella angrily. "Let's see how I deal with you!"
With that, Bodhi directly ordered his men, "Hold her down and take her back!"
As soon as Bodhi finished speaking, several men in black immediately closed in on Isabella.
Isabella watched the people approaching her, her eyes darkening, just about to make a move...
Suddenly, a stern voice rang out:
"Bodhi! Looks like your good days are over! You're asking for death."
With the sound of hurried footsteps, Bodhi's men were surrounded by a group wearing red and black uniforms.
The young man leading them had eyes like knives, looking coldly at Bodhi. "Ms. Powell wants you to come with us. Please!"
Bodhi and his men all froze.
Bodhi looked at Knox, confused. "It's so late—what does Ms. Powell want with me?"
"What else could it be? She's heard about what the Whitley family has been up to lately, and it's put Ms. Powell in a bad mood." Knox said.
Hearing this, Bodhi's face immediately went pale, cold sweat breaking out on his forehead.
He awkwardly wiped away the sweat, completely different from his arrogant demeanor moments ago. "What did Ms. Powell hear? The Whitley family has been very well-behaved lately, we haven't done anything..."
Knox glanced at Isabella, William and the others, his gaze finally settling on Bodhi's face. "Haven't done anything? Then why do I come here and see you throwing your weight around! Bodhi, aren't you being a bit too blatant? Using your power and influence to act so recklessly—if all thirty-six noble families were like you, wouldn't everything be in chaos?"
Bodhi silently wiped away more sweat. "..."
What bad luck.
He didn't know the Powell family would come looking for him at this time. Why were the Powell family targeting him?