"Could it be that the bandage is too tight?" Summer Shawcross nervously looked at the wound on his wrist.
His complexion suddenly became very unpleasant.
Noah Drexler pressed his lips together, saying nothing, and a fine layer of sweat appeared on his handsome forehead.
Summer could even hear his breathing becoming more erratic.
Seeing him remain silent, the expression on Summer's face became even more tense.
Standing by, Sean Morgan was also startled by Noah's current state. After a moment of thought, he suddenly looked at Noah in surprise.
"Boss, could it be...?"
Noah glanced sideways at him, and Sean quickly shut his mouth, then lowered his head with a worried expression, looking at his wrist.
The problem lies with the knife blade!
After a moment, Noah finally managed to slightly steady his breathing and forced himself to endure the feeling of thousands of needles piercing his body.
