Nathan Shaw's anger for the whole day was placed on his fist. With a few punches, the eyes and nose of the person on the ground were horribly distorted. His face was beyond recognition and he hardly looked like a human being.

When the others wanted to stop Nathan Shaw, the one surnamed Wang was already at the gate of death.

Sierra Moore was also frightened by this sudden situation and stopped crying. She stared blankly at Nathan Shaw punching and punching. His eyes were as red as a devil returning from hell, making people feel fear.

From the moment Nathan Shaw appeared, almost everyone present did not dare to make a sound. Seeing that Ms. Williams was already paralyzed and motionless, they could not help but make a sound.

"Mr. Shaw, Ms. Williams..."

Bang!

It was the sound of being kicked into the wall. His movements were so agile that people could not avoid him. At this point, no one dared to say another word.

"Who else touched her?" Nathan Shaw asked as he swept his cold gaze across everyone.

The people in the room quickly shook their heads and pointed at the pig head on the ground, "It was Ms. Williams who invited her in. We just advised him not to make things difficult for her."

Nathan Shaw did not believe their words. He walked over and pulled Sierra Moore up. "Tell me, who else attacked you?"

Sierra Moore's fear had long been dispersed by Nathan Shaw's actions. When she heard this, she sniffed and shook her head gently. "No."

Nathan Shaw nodded, but his face did not look any better. Sierra Moore wanted to pick up the walking stick, but he directly picked her up.

His dark eyes which were like cold stars swept over everyone once more, and he said coldly, "Im saying this now. How dare you touch my, Nathan Shaw's, woman. This is not over!"

When he left the room, he was still not satisfied. He kicked over the round table in the middle of the room, and the debris dropped onto the ground, half of which fell on Ms. Williams's body.

Nathan Shaw's face was really ugly now. When Sierra Moore was held in his arms, she was obedient and did not say a word until they returned to their private room.

After entering, Nathan Shaw gently placed the person on the sofa. The manager and security guards of the clubhouse followed in, holding Sierra Moore's walking stick in their hands.

The manager asked Nathan Shaw, "Mr. Shaw, we were negligent today and got people to accidentally injure Miss Moore. What do you think we should deal with those people just now?"

"Do you still need me to teach you how to do this?" Nathan Shaw asked coldly as he stood up.

"Mr. Shaw, don't worry. I know what to do." The manager quickly lowered his head.

Nathan Shaw gave him a cold look. He turned around and took a clean towel to wipe Sierra Moore's face. His movements were exceptionally gentle. When he touched the wound on her face, his eyes suddenly sank, but his movements became even lighter.

The manager was just worrying about how to atone for his crimes, but when he saw Nathan Shaw's actions, his mind spun quickly.

He lowered his head and said respectfully, "Miss Moore was frightened. Why don't you go upstairs and tidy up first? I'll get someone to prepare clean clothes immediately."

Only then did Nathan Shaw look at him and bend down to pick up Sierra Moore.

The room upstairs was fully equipped. Sierra Moore couldn't stand for long since she was injured on her leg. Usually, when she stayed at home, she could sit on a stool specially arranged for her to wash her hair. It was not convenient for her when she was out.

Nathan Shaw took the initiative to ask for help, but he was chased out by Sierra Moore. Sierra Moore thought to herself, "If this person helps me, it won't be as simple as washing my hair."

After Sierra Moore finished washing her hair, she saw Nathan Shaw sitting on the sofa with an unknown expression on his face.

She walked over and sat down, resting her head on his shoulder. A moment later, she remembered to ask him, "Nathan Shaw, that person, will you be in trouble since you treat him like that?"

"I'm afraid that after he wakes up, he will want to kill himself," Nathan Shaw snorted.

He thought to himself, "The heavens borrowed his courage that he dared to touch my woman!"

Although it was not the first day that Sierra Moore knew he was violent, she could not help but feel a trace of sweetness in her heart when she saw him fight for her.

The pink bubbles rampaged in her brain as she heard someone say in her ears, "Sit up. You will catch a cold if you don't dry your hair."

As expected, Sierra Moore sat up and looked at him seriously drying her hair. Her heart was hot and she had already spoken without thinking.

"Nathan Shaw, you looked so cool when you were fighting just now!"

"Really?" His hand rubbing her hair paused, and Nathan Shaw said with a faint smile as he looked up at her, "I thought you were going to call me a tyrant again."

Sierra Moore thought back to a certain night when she was dreaming, she talked over and over again in sleep, "Tyrant, back off!" Then she was woken up and tortured for half the night. Thinking of it, Sierra Moore wisely decided to play dead.

"What did you say? I didn't hear you!"

She loved to play dumb!

Nathan Shaw chuckled and continued to help her dry her hair.

Hearing him laugh, Sierra Moore couldn't help but secretly look at him. She glanced at him again, and then she looked at his complacent face. He was really so handsome that she couldn't take her eyes off him.

Sierra Moore was secretly annoyed as she peeked at him. She thought to herself, "It's fine if he is so good-looking. He can fight and earn money. He is simply an all-round boyfriend!"

Thinking back to her previous declaration when she borrowed wine to boost her courage, she felt a wave of emotion in her heart. She thought to herself, "My vision is indeed unique."

"Speaking of which, it's strange. Two people asked me if I wanted to enter the entertainment industry today. Could it be that I really am a born beauty?"

She originally wanted to shift her gaze away so that she could stop staring at the handsome man. Unexpectedly, Nathan Shaw paid attention to this sentence.

"You want to enter the entertainment industry?" He asked, looking up at her.

"No."

Sierra Moore shook her head. "My grandfather is a traditional person. He doesn't like these things. When I was a child, I was influenced by him and promised him not to be in the limelight."

Nathan Shaw thought of the old man he met outside the mourning hall that year. The man was so proud and elegant. It was no wonder that he raised such a proud young lady.

The manager of the club quickly sent the clothes over and lowered his head, afraid that this young master would be unhappy.

Sierra Moore felt that his attitude toward Nathan Shaw was a little strange, but when she thought about how people would always flatter Nathan Shaw wherever he went, she slowly got used to it.

By the time they came out of Serenity Clubhouse, it was already dark outside.

Sierra Moore had a car accident today and was frightened. Nathan Shaw insisted on taking her to the hospital for a check-up. Although it was only bruises and scratches, the doctor prescribed a week of medicine.

When the two of them came out of the hospital, it was already a bit late.

Perhaps it was because it was New Natear's Day. Although it was nighttime, many people were still lingering on the street. The winding street lights illuminated the road.

When they passed by the square, there were people singing. It seemed to be very lively. Sierra Moore shouted, "Nathan Shaw, stop the car."

Nathan Shaw followed her gaze and saw a lively square. He noticed that her aggrieved crying appearance a moment ago now turned into high spirits.

He thought to himself, "She's truly heartless."

Nathan Shaw reached out and pulled her over. He gently pulled her up by the collar and asked, "Want to go over and take a look?"

"The weather forecast says that there may be snow tonight, and many people will be waiting here for the countdown of the new year. We may have a chance to watch fireworks shows." Sierra Moore nodded vigorously.

It had only been a short while since she had forgotten about Maxwell Davis and Ms. Williams. Only Sierra Moore could be so heartless in this world.

Nathan Shaw had no choice but to stop the car by the side of the road and take her hand to walk around with her.

The festive atmosphere of New Natear's Day made the city lively and crowded. It was inconvenient for Sierra Moore to walk with the walking stick. After walking for a while, she felt tired.

Nathan Shaw pulled her to sit on a long chair by the side of the road. Seeing several couples, Sierra Moore said sourly, "Nathan Shaw, when can I remove the plaster on my leg!"

"The doctor just said that it will take at least five weeks before it can be removed," Nathan Shaw said, glancing at her.

"But I think I'm getting better!" Sierra Moore had a distressed look on her face. It had only been less than a month that she was already about to be unable to take it anymore. She just wanted to tear it down as soon as possible.

"There's no room for negotiation on this matter. We'll listen to the doctor." Nathan Shaw shot her a cold glance. He wouldn't pamper her on this matter.

Sierra Moore covered her face and wailed, "Why is time passing so slowly? Ah, ah, ah, ah!"

Hearing this endless loop, Nathan Shaw could not help but smile. He rubbed her hair with his large palm. "You have to wait for your bones to recover."

Although what he said made sense, her legs were tied with plaster and it was inconvenient for her to do anything. It had been a long time since she had a good bath.

Because of this reason, Sierra Moore was in low spirits.

Of course, Nathan Shaw knew what she was thinking. However, there were some things that he could not give in to her easily. She should learn her lessons so that she wouldn't dare to jump down from the second floor next time.

Sierra Moore was disappointed for a while. She soon forgot about the plaster and returned to the atmosphere of New Natear's Day.

Looking at her excitedly walking around with a walking stick, Nathan Shaw could not help but shake his head. It was really rare to see such a childish scene.

There were too many people in the square, and they would bump into each other from time to time.

Fortunately, Nathan Shaw's aura was strong enough, and the coldness emitted from his body made people not dare to approach him.

Today, to attend the press conference, he specially dressed more formally. He wore an Italian handmade black suit and a dark red striped tie.

Under the night sky, his platinum cuffs emitted a cold luster, making him look cold and arrogant.

When such a person walked on the road, the turnaround rate was naturally extremely high, not to mention that there was a beauty with a walking stick beside him.

During all these years, Sierra Moore had been outside alone. She had been alone during Christmas, New Natear, and even Lunar New Natear. On such days, she had secretly hidden in her room to cry.

Perhaps it was because she was frightened today, but she calmed down now.

Regardless of whether it was Ethan Quinn or Maxwell Davis, or a certain director surnamed Wang who had been beaten into a pig head, at this moment, she just wanted to forget about those unpleasant things.

"Nathan Shaw, there seems to be a lot of people over there. Let's go take a look."

Sierra Moore said as she was about to leave. Nathan Shaw was afraid that she would be bumped by someone, so he held her hand firmly.

A certain shop was doing a promotional event. It required couples to participate. If they participated in the event, they could receive a New Natear's gift. The winner of the competition could also get a super big toy.

When Sierra Moore saw the rabbit baby toy that was taller than her, she couldn't move her eyes away. Her eyes were full of shining stars.

"Why aren't you leaving?" Nathan Shaw asked, looking at her.