The big boss is reborn and lets himself go.

After Catherine had the security guard hang up the phone, her gaze slowly fell on Duchess Frostbite's still-bleeding wound. Although the bleeding wasn't heavy, it was still necessary to stop it, otherwise the woman wouldn't be able to withstand it.

At this moment, she suddenly turned her head and looked at the solemn-faced bodyguard beside her, asking urgently, "Hey bodyguard, don't your security team usually issue some wound medicine? Like medicine that can quickly stop bleeding, do you have any with you?"

The bodyguard in the black suit was secretly pleased when Princess Catherine asked him for hemostatic medicine. He always carried some common medications with him on his missions, including quick-acting hemostatic agents. This was partly to ensure he could treat his own injuries promptly, and partly to prepare for any unforeseen circumstances in case his mistress needed them.

The bodyguard quickly and respectfully replied, "Your Highness, I do indeed carry some of this kind of medicine. I always make a habit of carrying some with me when I go out on missions, for emergencies. Would Your Highness like to use it now?"

Upon hearing this, Catherine's brows furrowed slightly, her beautiful eyes flashing with shrewdness and cunning. She raised her chin slightly, parted her lips, and ordered her bodyguard in a sweet voice, "Quickly retrieve that hemostatic agent and let Countess Frostbite use it to stop the bleeding. Otherwise, if I, the princess, fail to control my strength when I personally intervene later, I fear I won't be able to get any more compensation from her!"

As soon as she finished speaking, Catherine's lips curled into a smile that was both ambiguous and meaningful. This smile was like the first rays of sunlight in spring, seemingly warm yet concealing a hint of chill; it was also like a cold star twinkling in the night sky, its meaning elusive.

When Countess Frostbite caught sight of Catherine's undisguised, enigmatic smile, she felt a sudden tightness in her chest, as if an invisible hand were gripping her throat, making it hard to breathe. A chill ran through her, rising from her feet and spreading rapidly throughout her body, causing her to shiver involuntarily. Her already pale face was now completely devoid of color.

After hearing Catherine's words, the bodyguard felt a surge of indescribable emotions. He had initially thought the princess was truly unrestrained and disdainful of everyone, but now he discovered a hidden side to her, one that was both frightening and not entirely so. This complex and contradictory feeling left the bodyguard lost in thought.

However, at that moment, the bodyguard suddenly snapped back to reality, realizing that he had been distracted while on duty! He quickly regained his composure and turned his gaze back to Princess Catherine before him. He noticed that the princess exuded a powerful aura, strikingly similar to that of his mistress.

The bodyguard took a deep breath, trying to calm his inner turmoil, then glanced silently at the princess without speaking. Next, he slowly bent down and carefully placed the phone he was holding gently on his lap. After doing this, he reached into the inside pocket of his suit jacket and rummaged around for a moment. A moment later, he pulled out a small white plastic bottle and, with utmost respect, presented it to Princess Catherine with both hands.

Catherine's lips curled into a subtle, enigmatic smile. She slowly reached out and gracefully took the medicine bottle. However, the next second, she unscrewed the cap without hesitation, her movements swift and decisive.

Immediately afterward, Catherine, with lightning speed, ripped open the very spot where Countess Frostbite had just stabbed herself, creating a gaping hole! Blood gushed out instantly, the wound a gruesome and horrifying sight.

Catherine showed no mercy to this mortal enemy. Her application of medicine was merely a pretext to ensure no one died during the upcoming torture. Without hesitation, she picked up the medicine bottle and generously sprinkled a handful of powder onto Countess Frostbite's bleeding thigh. The white powder fell like snow, instantly covering the wound.

The instant the powder touched the wound, Countess Frostbite let out a bloodcurdling scream! The sound, like the mournful cry of an owl, echoed throughout the room, making the beams tremble as if to rip the roof off. The horrific sight was too gruesome to bear, moving all who beheld it.

Catherine, seemingly oblivious to Countess Frostbite's heart-wrenching screams, remained calm and composed. Holding the opened medicine bottle, she slowly tightened the cap before tossing it to her bodyguard without hesitation. Before the bodyguard could react, a heavy medicine bottle suddenly appeared in his arms, leaving him momentarily bewildered, staring blankly at the object in his arms.

At this moment, Catherine's gaze was as cold as a star. She parted her lips slightly and said in a voice so cold it seemed devoid of any emotion, "Brother, thank you for the medicine. When I return, I will certainly concoct an even more exquisite medicine to repay you. For now, please return to your master's side."

Upon hearing Princess Catherine's words, the bodyguard's face instantly filled with a respectful smile, and he hurriedly replied, "No need, Your Highness! This is merely my duty. It is a great honor for me to serve Your Highness!" After saying this, he dared not delay for a moment, quickly stood up, and returned to his previous position as fast as he could, his posture upright, like a pine tree standing proudly in the cold wind.