"Get lost!"

As soon as the man's hand reached over, Sierra Moore reflexively kicked him hard with her feet on his shoulders and looked at him in shock and anger. "I warn you. Don't touch me!"

Crack!

Sierra Moore was fiercely slapped in her face. She felt a burning pain on her face as if she had been whipped. Sierra Moore bit her lips tightly. "You will get retribution for doing this!"

The people in the room all burst into laughter. The ugly man who was lucky enough to go into battle grabbed her head and reminded her that there was a debtor for every injustice, "Don't blame us. If you want to blame someone, blame yourself for offending someone."

Someone complained that he was so talkative, "Can you do it? If you can't, I'll do it."

The ugly man was not happy to be looked down upon. He ruthlessly threw her on the bed. Seeing that Sierra Moore was disobedient, he slapped her a few times. The corners of her mouth were bleeding.

"It hurts. It hurts too much," Sierra Moore could not help but cry.

She didn't know if it was because her head hit the wall, but Sierra Moore suddenly felt a little dizzy and her vision slowly became blurred, but she didn't dare to close her eyes.

She cried while shouting out Nathan Shaw's name, "Please let me go. My boyfriend has a lot of money. He will give you money. Please let me go!"

What answered her was the sound of clothes being torn.

When Nathan Shaw arrived with his men, he heard a scream in the room and his mind exploded. He pulled out his pistol and rushed in.

Steven Jones was also shocked. He hurried to take out his pistol and followed. "Ryan, you and Georgie stay down here. Don't let a single person leave."

This was a private villa. On the second floor, there was a door locked from the inside. The sound also came from here. Nathan Shaw didn't think too much about it. He didn't even need to use his feet but to break the door lock with one shot.

When the people inside heard the gunshot, they were so scared that they couldn't move. The person who was lying on Sierra Moore's body had just turned his head back when he was shot by the red-eyed man and his brain splashed out.

He probably wouldn't even know who he had offended until his death.

George Young and Ryan Holland finished dealing with the people outside. When they heard the sound of gunfire upstairs, they rushed over. Seeing the situation in the room, they finally understood why Nathan Shaw could not help but shoot.

These people had touched Nathan Shaw's bottom line this time.

Nathan Shaw walked over with a pistol, took off his coat, and covered Sierra Moore, helping her untie the rope on her hands and feet.

He picked her up and said in a voice that only she could hear, "Sorry, I'm late."

"Nathan Shaw." Sierra Moore opened her eyes and looked at him. She whispered while sobbing, "Why did you come so late? I thought I would never see you again."

"Sorry!" Nathan Shaw lowered his head and kissed the space between her eyebrows, his eyes blood red. "I swear, there won't be a next time. I swear!"

Ken was the last to rush up. When he saw Nathan Shaw come out with Sierra Moore in his arms, Ken was shocked. When he saw the kidnappers in the room who had been scared silly, he ordered in a low voice, "Bring them back."

"Will Boss be alright?" Steven Jones looked at Nathan Shaw worriedly.

Steven Jones was about to follow, but George Young said, reaching out to grab him, "Don't go over now."

When Nathan Shaw came out with Sierra Moore in his arms, Ryan Holland looked at the person in his arms worriedly. "Is Sierra Moore alright?"

Nathan Shaw thought to himself, "How could she be alright?"

"Don't kill them yet. Feed them some medicine and lock them up in the room. Record everything for me." Nathan Shaw suddenly raised his head and looked at the camera in Ken's hand with a pair of bloodthirsty eyes.

Steven Jones already understood what Nathan Shaw meant. Although this kind of punishment was nothing compared to what they had done, when Steven Jones thought of the five men locked up in the same room, he still felt uncomfortable.

In addition to the kidnapper who was killed, the remaining five people, including the leader of the kidnappers, were all tied up by Ken's subordinates.

They finally understood that they had offended a terrifying person. One by one, they kowtowed and begged for mercy, saying that they were also ordered by someone, begging Nathan Shaw to let them go.

It was a pity that Nathan Shaw was in a fit of anger right now and would not listen to them say another word.

"Watch out. Don't kill them so quickly." Nathan Shaw noticed that something was wrong with Sierra Moore's condition. After saying this, he carried her and left.

His current situation made his brothers very worried. They were afraid that something would happen, so they asked George Young to follow them to take a look.

When Sierra Moore was in the car, she seemed to be suffering from hysteria. She was so dizzy that she kept pulling her clothes and shouting that it was hot. Nathan Shaw was extremely worried. He stepped on the gas pedal and almost drove the car up as if it was about to fly.

George Young followed Nathan Shaw from behind. Seeing that he was driving too fast, George Young called him worriedly. Nathan Shaw glanced at his phone and did not pick it up at all. He adjusted the gear to the highest point and made a quick turn at the corner. Then, he threw the car behind him far away.

It was supposed to be an hour's drive, but it only took twenty minutes to arrive.

Because it was going to be the new year's holiday, Wendy packed her luggage and went back to her hometown yesterday. There was no one left in the villa now.

When Nathan Shaw carried Sierra Moore upstairs, Sierra Moore was no longer crying. She hugged his neck and hummed, "Nathan Shaw, I feel so bad. Please save me."

Nathan Shaw had already guessed what was going on. After going upstairs, he directly carried her into the bathroom and placed her in the bathtub with cold water.

Seeing Sierra Moore's entire body turn purple from the cold, Nathan Shaw felt extremely distressed. At the same time, the anger in his heart became even stronger. He thought to himself, "These people actually dared to treat her like this!"

"So... So cold."

Perhaps it was because she had been soaked in cold water. Sierra Moore seemed to have sobered up a little. She opened her eyes and looked for the light. She stretched out her hand as if she wanted to grab something.

"Nathan Shaw?"

"It's me," Nathan Shaw said, hugging the drenched person in his arms, "I'm here, Sisi."

Sierra Moore seemed to have found energy from some unknown source and pleaded, grabbing his clothes with her hands. "Nathan Shaw, I feel so uncomfortable. There seems to be a fire burning in my body. I feel uncomfortable."

"I know. I know.

"Be good. You won't feel uncomfortable in a while," Nathan Shaw kept repeating in her ears.

Sierra Moore did not believe him. She cried and said, "Liar!"

Nathan Shaw just followed her words and coaxed her, "Alright. Alright. I was lying." As soon as he finished speaking, her cold lips approached him and she awkwardly kissed him.

"Nate, I'm so cold and so hot!"

There was a moment of struggle in his eyes, but in the end, he still carried the girl out of the cold water.

At dawn, Sierra Moore finally fell into a deep sleep, while Nathan Shaw smoked a whole box of cigarettes in front of the floor-to-ceiling window of the study.

In the end, he made a call to George Young. His voice was so hoarse that it was frightening. "Within 24 hours, I want to know who did it!"

"No need for 24 hours."

George Young rubbed the space between his eyebrows tiredly. Yesterday, he had been following Nathan Shaw. He only left after seeing Nathan Shaw's car drive into the villa. He had not been idle that night.

"What do you plan to do after we find the person?"

"Don't act rashly when you find him. Leave him to me." The darkness at the bottom of his eyes reflected on the floor-to-ceiling windows, and the last four words came out of his mouth almost with blood.

Yesterday, several calls also came from the House of the Shaws and Nathan Shaw could not be contacted, so they called George Young.

Samuel Shaw could not be told about Sierra Moore's disappearance, so when the call came from the House of the Shaws, George Young wildly came up with an excuse to say that they had returned to the villa.

The people from the House of the Shaws had long been accustomed to Nathan Shaw's style and had no doubts.

The first ray of sunlight in the morning shone through the glass and onto Nathan Shaw's body. It was warm, but it could not warm Nathan Shaw's heart.

Nathan Shaw put out the last cigarette, turned around, and left the study.

In the bedroom, a few thick layers of curtains blocked the sun outside the room.

Nathan Shaw walked over and looked at the person who was not sleeping soundly on the bed. Thinking about what happened last night, he felt that his mood was very complicated. Although it was in that kind of emergent situation, he finally take advantage of it.

The person who had not slept the whole night was lying on the bed, but he was not sleepy at all. After his body warmed up, he reached out to hold Sierra Moore in his arms and kissed her eyes lightly.

He thought to himself, "Although it is a little despicable, you are mine in the end."

Thinking of this, he felt that his heart actually began to slowly relax.

When Steven Jones and Ryan Holland came to the villa, the two of them were still sleeping upstairs.

Steven Jones and Ryan Holland had not slept the entire night. They wrapped themselves in their coats and lay down on the sofa, taking the opportunity to catch up on their sleep.

Sierra Moore woke up from hunger. She opened her eyes and saw Nathan Shaw who was close to her. She could not react for a moment and opened her mouth to say, "Good morning!"

As soon as she opened her mouth, the hoarse voice startled even herself.

She remembered what had happened yesterday and sat up abruptly, eager to confirm what had happened yesterday. "Nathan Shaw, did I..."

Nathan Shaw also sat up and stuffed her into the quilt. He looked at her with gentle eyes and said, "Listen to me. Nothing happened yesterday."

"But"

Just as she said one word, her mouth was covered. Sierra Moore blinked at him and heard him say, "Actually, I have been waiting for you to wake up."

"Wait for me to wake up?" Sierra Moore took his hands off and asked him in confusion, "Why?"

"When you wake up, it is naturally for..."

Nathan Shaw tried to divert her attention as much as possible. His lips curled into a charming smile. "Let's continue what happened last night."

Before Sierra Moore could think back to yesterday's terrible scene, she was already tired and fell asleep again.

When Nathan Shaw changed his clothes and went downstairs, he saw the two lying on the sofa in his living room.

He walked over and kicked the men to the ground respectively. "How's the matter going?"

Just as Steven Jones opened his eyes, he heard this sentence and wailed, "Brother, do you have any conscience? I haven't slept the entire night in order to avenge the little white rabbit."

Steven Jones thought to himself, "This is a rare chance for me to take a nap, and it has been deprived. Why can you sleep until now with your wife?"

Nathan Shaw's cold gaze swept over, and Steven Jones immediately shut up. He swallowed the words he did not say.

There was no other way. After all, Nathan Shaw was angry right now.

At this time, whoever provoked him would be courting death.

In comparison, Ryan Holland's performance was much calmer than Steven Jones's.

After Ryan Holland got up gracefully, he gently brushed off the non-existent dust on his body and reported the situation after Nathan Shaw left last night.