"Of course, if you want to have a deeper understanding of me, I can be of service to you at any time."

He bit down on the word "deeper" intentionally, his black eyes causing Sierra Moore's heart to be a mess. She thought to herself, "Please, I never thought about those things in the first place."

Sierra Moore couldn't continue this conversation, so she simply turned her head away and didn't look at him.

Nathan Shaw stopped teasing her. When he helped her into the car, he could not help but reach out to ruffle her hair and said in a small voice, "I don't know if you're really stupid or pretending to be stupid."

Sierra Moore pretended to be dead with her eyes closed, thinking to herself, "I didn't hear it. I didn't hear it!"

In the car, Nathan Shaw received a call from George Young who intended to ask about Sierra Moore. "Is she okay? Does she feel uncomfortable anywhere?"

"I was about to take her to the hospital." Nathan Shaw looked at the person in the deputy seat. The bruises on her face were an eyesore no matter how he looked at them.

It was best to go to the hospital for a check-up. Just as George Young was about to hang up, someone next to him interrupted the conversation, "Boss, I heard from Georgie that the little rabbit was injured. What happened? Who dares to touch the people of Mr. Shaw in New York?"

It was unknown which sentence made Nathan Shaw unhappy. He frowned slightly and asked, "Steven is with you?"

George Young pushed Steven Jones's handsome face away from the phone and helplessly walked a few steps away before saying, "Nateah, I accompany him to buy some things. We called Ryan to go back tonight."

"Boss, you haven't been back for a long time. Do you want to go back with us this year?" The person who was unwilling to be ignored shouted again.

"Steven, stop messing around." After pushing him away with great difficulty, George Young said, "Do you need me to help you take a look?"

"No need." Nathan Shaw refused, "Say hello to Grandpa Qiao and Grandpa Jiang on my behalf."

George Young looked at Steven Jones who was approaching his hand, and the color in the bottom of his eyes behind the lens deepened. He only left a sentence asking Nathan Shaw to take care before hanging up the phone.

When the car arrived at Serenity Clubhouse, Nathan Shaw parked the car and led Sierra Moore in.

Sierra Moore looked around the whole way and found that this place was no different from the last time she came here. The key was that on such a cold day, its business was still so good that it made people envious.

Every time Nathan Shaw came here, he would go to a fixed private room.

She didn't take a good look the last time she came. This time, Sierra Moore looked around carefully. She saw that the sign at the door of the private room in the middle was written with a brush. The words were written with strong strokes. It could be seen that the writer had a foundation.

The waitress wearing a cheongsam sweetly called out, "Mr. Xiao." Then she led them upstairs, and she could not help stealing a glance at Sierra Moore.

It was still the same Imperial Pavilion from last time. The furnishings in the room were still the same as before. The ancient ink painting was still hanging on the wall, showing the wealth of the boss of this club.

One must know that not just anyone could use this antique as a decoration.

Moreover, from the details after one entered the club, it could be seen that the owner of this club was a considerate person, and he didn't pose as a cultured person.

In fact, Sierra Moore had been coveting the painting on the wall for a long time, so when she came in, she immediately threw Mr. Shaw to the side and limped over to see the painting.

Her face was very close, and her eyes were narrowed. Her appearance made people want to give her a magnifying glass so that she would not have to look at it so hard.

The last time she came here was not pleasant, and she was busy dealing with the beast boss at that time, so she did not take a closer look.

Since today was a repeat trip, she could not waste this great opportunity.

As expected, this painting was made by a famous master. Even after such an endless amount of time, it was still pleasing to the eyes.

After looking at the treasure on the wall, Sierra Moore took the trouble to look around again.

Seeing these ancient things in this kind of place made her feel relaxed and refreshed. In her heart, she suddenly remembered the days when she was young and got along with her grandfather.

Unfortunately, the past was no longer there!

By the time she looked around, her mood could no longer be described as shocked.

Sierra Moore couldn't help but think that the owner of this club must be a person who knew how to enjoy life, and he was obviously enjoying life instead of posing as a cultured person.

Sierra Moore thought to herself, "But why does such an ancient place like somewhere in a landscape painting have such a strange name?

"Perhaps this is the willfulness of rich people!"

"What's wrong?"

Seeing her lower her head and sigh, Nathan Shaw walked over to her and held her in his arms with one hand. "Sit down first. There will be food in a while."

Sierra Moore curled her lips in dissatisfaction, thinking to herself, "Sounds like I'm starving."

He led her to the table and sat down. This position allowed her to see the beautiful scenery outside the window. It was a very beautiful place.

"Nathan Shaw, I think everyone here knows you. Do you come here often?" Sierra Moore poked her head out and asked him.

"What do you want to ask?" Nathan Shaw looked up at her with a gentle smile at a right angle.

He was always able to easily see through her thoughts. She tried so hard to disguise herself, but she always had nowhere to hide under such deep eyes.

"I'm just a little curious. I don't think I'd heard of this club before I went abroad. Do you know who the boss here is?" Sierra Moore asked awkwardly.

Nathan Shaw had just put down the teapot when he heard this. He looked over again. His gaze was deep and unfathomable, and the meaning behind it was incomprehensible.

"This clubhouse was opened four years ago. As for the boss, you will know him in the future." He placed the teacup in her hand, and the temperature of the cup was just right.

"Oh!" Sierra Moore sipped her tea and did not speak. She only glanced at him with her eyes. Less than thirty seconds after she moved her glance away, she glanced over again.

After repeating this more than ten times, Nathan Shaw finally put down the cup and said, "I know what you want to ask. At least eat first."

Being seen through by him, Sierra Moore blushed and lowered her head without saying anything.

Nathan Shaw sighed in his heart. When he thought of the anger in his heart when he heard that something had happened to her at the press conference, his cold face could not help but sink a little.

If it was just a car accident, he would let it go, but if someone really did it on purpose, he would definitely make that person regret it.

As he thought about it, the dishes were all served. They were all the specialties of this place. Every dish looked, smelled, and tasted delicious. Unfortunately, it was not a good time. The two of them had their own worries and were not in the mood to eat.

Throughout the entire process, Sierra Moore acted very silently. She did not pick up any food and only lowered her head to eat. She did not say a word. It was unknown whom she was protesting with.

When she put down the bowl, she quietly looked up at Nathan Shaw, looking like she wanted to say something but didn't dare to say it. It was unknown who spoiled her stubborn temper.

Nathan Shaw sighed. He put down the chopsticks with which he picked up food for her and extended his hand toward her. "Come here."

As expected, Sierra Moore obediently got up and walked over, allowing him to pull her to sit on his lap.

A pair of eyes stared at him. To be precise, she was looking at his mobile phone. She did not even notice when Nathan Shaw placed his hand on her stomach.

"Are you full?" Nathan Shaw rubbed her little stomach. It was round. He thought she should be full!

"Are we going back?" Sierra Moore asked, nodding.

She didn't mind what this young master was going to do at all.

Nathan Shaw held her in his arms, pinched her nose, and said, "I know you are in a hurry, but it has been so long. It will take time to find out. I need time."

Of course, Sierra Moore understood it, but she couldn't calm down at all right now. Her heart was a mess.

The heater in the private room was a little too high. It was so stuffy that it made her feel uncomfortable. Sierra Moore got up, put on her coat, and walked out. "I need to go to the bathroom."

After coming out of the room, Sierra Moore let out a long breath and placed the walking stick on the edge of the washing basin. She held the water in her hand and patted it on her face, trying to wake up her turbid mind.

Her heart was a mess. Ever since she saw Maxwell Davis at school at noon, the string in her mind had been tense. The more it tightened, the more dangerous it became.

Sierra Moore washed her face twice in the bathroom and dawdled for a while. Because of Nathan Shaws bad temper, she was afraid that this young master would get anxious and become pissed off again after the long waiting.

When she went back, she was bumped by someone in the corridor and her shoulder went numb all of a sudden.

Although her shoulder was very painful, Sierra Moore was not unreasonable. Moreover, this person was full of the smell of wine. Needless to say, he must have drunk too much.

Based on the principle to avoid unnecessary trouble, Sierra Moore just wanted to leave quickly.

She wanted to leave. Unexpectedly, the person who bumped into her didnt take off his gloves. He pulled Sierra Moore's arm and refused to let go. His mouth was full of a foul stench.

"Stop, you little girl. You bump into me and you still want to leave?"

"Sir, you drank too much. Please let go." Sierra Moore was disgusted by the man's bad breath and quickly pushed him away.

"Let go?"

That person seemed to have heard a huge joke. Not only did he not let go, but he was even more insatiable. He wanted to grab Sierra Moore's hand. His big, stinky mouth opened and closed. All of his words were nonsense.

"Little sister, to be honest, you bumped into me on purpose just now! Did you recognize me? Let's go! Have a drink with me!"

Sierra Moore was silent, thinking to herself, "How dare he hook me up after bumping into me? Are all the people these days so shameless?"

"Sir, I don't know you. Please let go of me. Otherwise, I will call for help." Sierra Moore's hands were accidentally grabbed by him and her eyes immediately widened.

The man suddenly burst into laughter, straightened his beer belly, and said, "You don't know who I am? If you don't even know me, why do you want to hang around in this circle?"

When he spoke, his mouth was so smelly that it could suffocate a cow to death. Sierra Moore also tried to reason with him, "Sir, you really drank too much. Please behave yourself."

However, the man thought highly of himself and insisted on telling her who he was. He grabbed her arm and said, "Little girl, listen up. I am Emma Williams, the famous director of the entertainment circle."

As he spoke these words, he continued to talk about Sierra Moore, "Don't you bump into me because of this? I have seen this kind of trick many times. Now you dare to say that you didn't bump into me on purpose?"

"I really didn't mean to..."

Facing a drunkard, Sierra Moore couldn't find the words to say.

On the other side, this so-called famous director surnamed Wang was still bragging, "I see that your face is pretty. If you want to enter the entertainment industry, I can help you!"