Time passed bit by bit. In such an enclosed space, time seemed to froze.

When night fell, there was no other color in her sight. The footsteps coming and going at the door were like music notes from hell, but at this time, she had no strength to be afraid.

She was not an iron man, nor was she a superman. The shock and blow she had suffered over the past few days had already crushed her. In addition, she had been waiting in the dark in despair.

So when the door opened, she actually felt a sense of relief, thinking that she could die if she wanted to!

Anyway, there was nothing to lose this time.

Then, she felt at ease and fell into the boundless dark abyss.

Sierra Moore felt as if she had slept for a long time. When she woke up, her head still hurt, and her vision was almost unable to adapt to the light in the room.

She wanted to cover her eyes with her hands, but she accidentally touched the wound on her hands. It hurt so much that tears were about to fall.

Her memories slowly recovered, and she recalled the nignt in Dark Night.

At that time, she was really too scared. After being scared, she felt like she was unafraid of death.

At that moment, she thought that if she couldnt escape the disaster, she would prefer to die rather than endure the same tragedy again.

So she fumbled in the dark and found a bottle of wine. After breaking it, she took a glass fragment and held it in her hands.

She originally wanted to use this to die with the enemy. She didn't expect that she was too nervous. When the door was pushed open, she was so scared that she fainted. The injury on her hands should have been caused at that time.

"Where am I? Hell?" Sierra Moore slowly turned her head and found herself lying on a big, soft bed. Moreover, the furnishings of the room in front of her seemed somewhat familiar.

Perhaps because she had slept for too long, her head was still a little dizzy.

Sierra Moore used her other hand to prop herself up. When her eyes met the row of gorgeous wardrobes, she immediately recalled some unpleasant memories.

She recognized that this was the bedroom of that bastard.

Sierra Moore quickly lifted the quilt. The clothes on her body were missing, including her underwear. They were replaced by her pajamas in the luggage case.

Her heart was filled with fear and sadness, not knowing if she had been...

Without any time for her to figure out, the door opened and Nathan Shaw walked in expressionlessly. The black windbreaker on his body made him look even colder.

As he was seeing the panic on the face of the woman on the bed with the quilt lifted up and her childish pajamas exposed, Nathan Shaw frowned unhappily, "You are awake?"

Seeing him walk over, Sierra Moore instinctively wanted to retreat.

This action made Nathan Shaw stop. He remembered the scene he saw when he opened the door.

The woman curled up in the corner, her hands covered in blood. She had already fainted, but her hands were still clenched tightly. At that time, he thought that she could not stand it, so she simply cut her wrist and committed suicide.

However, George Young said that this was a sign of extreme insecurity. She was afraid of him!

"Are you that afraid of me?"

Nathan Shaw stood a few steps away from her and looked at her. "Are you in such a hurry to leave? Do you really not remember me?"

After saying these words, Nathan Shaw stared at her with his eyes as if he wanted to see some guilt on her face. In the end, it was Sierra Moore who looked at him blankly.

That expression seemed to say, "Should I not be afraid of you? Should I not leave you?"

Now it could be confirmed that she had really forgotten all about him.

"Don't move. Don't make me angry again. Otherwise, next time, I will leave you there and no longer care about your life." Nathan Shaw looked down at her for a moment and strode over to grab her.

The determination to die was not so easy to make. After all, it was better to live than to die. She felt that she should cherish her life more when she woke up this time. So after hearing this, Sierra Moore did not move.

Nathan Shaw used the back of his hand to test the temperature on her head and handed her a thermometer. "Open your mouth."

He was going to measure the temperature for her.

Although Sierra Moore did not quite understand the behavior of the bastard, she still opened her mouth obediently. When she saw his eyes sweeping over her, she deliberately blinked twice to show that she was very obedient.

However, that bastard just ignored her. He took the phone and went to the balcony. Sierra Moore pricked up her ears and vaguely heard him talking to someone on the phone.

Sierra Moore thought of the meeting with Sophie Lucas at nine o'clock. She thought to herself, "Sophie is often unreliable, but when it really counts, shes surprisingly dependable. It is obviously unusual that she did not show up today, and I don't know if it has anything to do with that bastard?"

However, Sierra Moore's mobile phone had already been thrown away by the man. Now that Sophie Lucas could not find Sierra Moore, Sophie Lucas must be worried to death.

Sierra Moore tilted her head to look at the person on the balcony, her face full of worry.

She originally thought that after today, the two of them would part ways and never see each other again. They would no longer be related, but she did not expect her to fall into his hands so quickly. She did not know if she would be able to compromise this time.

When Nathan Shaw came back from the phone call, he saw Sierra Moore with her head tilted and a tangled face. When she saw him come in, she asked vaguely, "What day is it today?"

"The 11th day."

When Nathan Shaw finished speaking, he saw that she was shocked. When she opened her mouth, the thermometer in her mouth almost fell. "So I have been sleeping for two days?"

Indeed, after she was brought back from Dark Night, she had been in a coma with a high fever.

If not for George Young who was treating her, and if she hadn't woken up today, Nathan Shaw would probably send her to the hospital.

Time was almost up. Nathan Shaw walked over and took the thermometer from her mouth. He looked at the scale of the thermometer. It was 37.9C. She still had a low fever.

This result obviously made Mr. Shaw very dissatisfied, so he picked up the phone and dialed a number. After picking up the call, he asked unhappily, "Didn't you say that her fever could be reduced today?"

It was unknown what the other party said, but Mr. Shaw was very unhappy and insisted, "Come over and take a look. Put on another drip."

Sierra Moore probably understood that he was talking about her, so she quickly said that she was fine, "No need for trouble. I'm already much better. As long as I take medicine and sleep, I will be fine."

Nathan Shaw glanced at her, but he did not continue to insist.

He hung up the phone and looked at Sierra Moore expressionlessly. "There is medicine on the table for you to eat. Someone will send food over later. You can sleep after eating."

Sierra Moore suddenly realized that when the bastard did not flip out, he was actually very charming.

So she had an idea in her heart, "Since he is relatively calm, could I lay my cards on the table and have a talk with him?"

Thinking about it was one thing, but doing it was another. Sierra Moore wanted to talk to him, but when she opened her mouth, she found that she did not know how to talk to him.

It was she who had asked for help first, and it was also she who broke her promise. Now that she had fallen to a point where she could not advance or retreat, it could be considered that she had it coming to herself.

Sierra Moore was tangled up like this, and after a long time, she did not know how to speak.

As if he could tell that she had something to say, Nathan Shaw took a deep look at her, walked around the big bed to the window, and pulled open the double curtains that led to the balcony.

After the window was opened, the light outside the room shone through the glass.

He sat on the sofa beside the floor-to-ceiling window and lit a cigarette. His movements were elegant. After taking a puff, he asked her casually, "What do you want to say?"

He spoke first, and she had already lost her initiative.

Sierra Moore lowered her head in annoyance, her fingers gripping the corner of the quilt.

But she knew that this might be her only chance, so she secretly encouraged herself in her heart. She looked at him and stammered, "Well, I am willing to pay you ten million. Can you let me leave here?"

"Don't worry, I will definitely pay you back." Sierra Moore felt a lot more relaxed after she finished speaking. Her eyes stared at Nathan Shaw, and she was afraid that he would say no.

Nathan Shaw looked at her and smiled. He nodded generously. "Sure."

"Really? You agreed?"

Sierra Moore couldn't believe that he would agree just like that, but it was obvious that she was happy too early because someone hadn't finished speaking.

Nathan Shaw casually flicked the dust off his cigarette and finished what he had not finished talking about.

"As you know, this ten million is not a small amount. Based on your previous performance, you must stay here before you pay off your debts."

"Anyway, you won't let me go!" Sierra Moore glared at Nathan Shaw angrily, feeling that his words were like saying nothing at all.

"It's good that you know."

"There are some things that I will only say once. My temper is not good, so don't try to challenge my patience again. Otherwise, you may not be the only one to be punished next time." Nathan Shaw did not deny it, spitting out a smoke ring and saying.

She thought to herself, "That day, Sophie Lucas did not come to pick me up. Could it really have something to do with that bastard?"

"What did you do to Sofi? Come to me if you want to. Don't hurt my friend." Sierra Moore was frightened and asked him in a hurry.

Although he had no intention to mislead her, since she thought so, there was no need for him to explain it to her.

Thus, he followed her words and said, "Don't try to escape again. As long as you are obedient, the people around you will be fine, and you don't want to implicate the people around you, do you?"

Sierra Moore glared at him, her two rows of teeth grinding against each other. She thought to herself, "Damn bastard, you only know how to threaten me!"

Seeing her angry but not daring to say anything, Nathan Shaw suddenly became happy.

He pressed the cigarette into the ashtray, puffed out a cloud of smoke, and looked at her casually. "In New York, countless socialite ladies want to be my mistress. You should feel lucky to be able to stay by my side."

"Mistress?"

Nathan Shaw had an expression to indicate that she should be content, which made Sierra Moores blood boil. She nearly spat out a mouthful of blood and couldnt help but mutter, "Damn it, take your luck and go to hell!"

However, since he had already said this, there were some things that she had to clarify with him. Sierra Moore secretly made up her mind. Since she could not leave, at least she had to strive for her personal freedom.

After she thought about it, she raised her head and said to Nathan Shaw with a determined gaze. "If you want me to stay by your side for a year, I can agree to it, but I have a few conditions."