Nathan Shaw reached out and picked up the woman who was curled up on the sofa like a cat. When he stood up, he deliberately weighed her with his hands a few times. She was very light.

He thought to himself, "I really don't know how she grew up. She was so thin. Did she take the ten million to do charity?"

He suddenly realized that he knew nothing about Sierra Moore's past, but she turned out to be his ex-wife.

Nathan Shaw lowered his head to look at the woman in his arms, his eyes revealing an inexplicable sense of irritability.

He suddenly wanted to know why she had appeared at the airport in such a mess.

After returning to the country, why did she frequently attend various commercial banquets?

And why did she speak humbly to those corporate celebrities?

Where did the boy he met in the cafe at Provence go afterward?

Since they were together, when he proposed to get married, why did she agree to him?

What was the purpose of her asking him for that ten million?

If it was for the sake of wealth, then how could she explain her current appearance?

Nathan Shaw suddenly felt that he needed to send someone to investigate what happened six years ago because he disliked this feeling of not knowing anything.

Sierra Moore originally wanted to wait for Nathan Shaw to come back and talk to him. Unexpectedly, she fell asleep and slept so soundly. When she woke up, she found that the sky was bright outside.

She did not know how she returned to the room last night. The room was empty, and she was the only one on the bed as usual. The sunlight shone through the white curtains, giving her an unreal feeling.

She thought to herself, "Is this the life of being kept?"

Sierra Moore hung her head in frustration. She woke up on the bed for a while before getting up to wash up. As usual, Lydia would have already prepared breakfast to call her down to have it at this time.

However, Lydia did not appear today. The room was quiet and she was not used to it.

Since there was no one in the room during the day, Sierra Moore just strolled around in her pajamas.

When she passed the room on the easternmost side of the second floor, she unexpectedly found that the door was half open.

The room was usually locked, and Sierra Moore felt strange. She walked closer and heard someone talking inside.

Perhaps it was because Nathan Shaw had left early and returned late in the past few days. In front of her, he did not have much sense of presence, so Sierra Moore did not think too much about it and directly pushed open the door and entered.

When she opened the door and saw the person sitting behind the desk, Sierra Moore was terrified.

She lost her footing and fell to the ground. Her head hit the door frame and she accidentally bumped into her wound. It hurt so much that tears were about to fall.

She thought to herself, "Can I be even more miserable!"

Nathan Shaw was originally talking on the phone, but when he heard the movement at the door, he gave a simple instruction to the other side of the line and hung up. "Alright, that's it for now. I'll discuss the proposal when I return to the company."

"Is this your morning show? Did you see a ghost?" Nathan Shaw asked as he put down the phone and stared coldly at Sierra Moore, surprised to see Sierra Moore tripping on her own feet at home.

When these words were spoken from the mouth of the bastard, coupled with his face that was hard to see other expressions on it, it was simply naked mockery!

With only one hand's strength, Sierra Moore felt it difficult to get up, so she was sitting on the ground. With red eyes, she gazed at him and ground her teeth. "That's right. It's just a morning show. I wonder if Your Majesty is satisfied with my performance?"

"Your Majesty?" The corners of Nathan Shaw's mouth twitched. He thought for a moment before saying, "Yes, this address suits you very well."

"Thank you for your praise, Your Majesty!" Sierra Moore rolled her eyes.

It was a pity that Sierra Moore's butt was hurting intensely, and her hands were wrapped in thick gauze. She did not expect the bastard to be merciful and help her, so she had to climb up with her only arm. Her movements were dull and stupid, which made Nathan Shaw instantly feel good when he saw her.

Since she was already here, it seemed inappropriate for her to turn around and leave now. Sierra Moore stood at the door and asked him, "Why are you here? Where's Lydia?"

When she asked these questions, Sierra Moore wanted to bite off her tongue, thinking to herself, "Wasn't that nonsense? This is the home of this bastard. Isn't it normal for him to come here now?"

What she didn't expect was that Nathan Shaw actually answered her questions. He was very skilled in his casual expression. "Its the weekend. I don't have to go to the company."

"Come here." Nathan Shaw extended a hand toward her.

"This bastard is summoning his pet again". Sierra Moore cursed in her heart, but she did not dare to show any dissatisfaction on her face. She walked toward him dejectedly.

A sudden sense of weightlessness caused Sierra Moore to cry out in alarm, and her body uncontrollably fell onto his lap.

He was very close, so close that she could almost count his heartbeats.

Sierra Moore's entire body stiffened. She was so embarrassed that she wanted to die. She tried her best to hold back the slap she wanted to throw out. Her eyes looked left and right, but she did not dare to look at Nathan Shaw.

How could she hide this little trick from Nathan Shaw?

What she could not see was that the corners of Nathan Shaw's tightly pursed lips curled up slightly. "Look at how lively you are. Have you recovered from your illness?"

Since the bastard knew that she had recovered from her illness, she thought to herself, "Is he going to release me from my confinement?"

"Yes, yes." Sierra Moore looked at him and nodded. Just as she was about to speak, she heard him say, "Since you have recovered, isnt it time for you to do something you should do?"

Sierra Moore blinked twice and asked him in confusion, "What am I going to do?"

Nathan Shaw raised his eyebrows and looked at her with a fake smile, "Of course, you will do what you should do."

Sierra Moore hadnt figured out his words when Nathan Shaw decided to use his actions to tell her what she should do for her employer as a qualified mistress.

Sierra Moore understood almost instantly. She hurriedly pushed him away and wanted to run, but in the end, he easily restrained her and trapped her between his arms.

Now that things had come to this, it was already a matter of time.

Sierra Moore did not want to resist anymore, because she knew that she could not resist at all. She did not want to cry, but her injured hand was really painful.

Nathan Shaw looked up from her body and saw her on the verge of tears. His heart tightened.

It wasn't that he didn't know her tricks, but seeing her being forced into such a state, he still couldn't bear it. He could never truly be cold-blooded and heartless toward her.

Now that it had come to this, if he stopped his move, he would be the one who was suffering.

Nathan Shaw was struggling in his heart. This time, she had bumped into his hand. Now, he was only one step away from getting her.

"Damn it!" Nathan Shaw cursed in his heart. He retracted his gaze with difficulty. He did not want to see her face again. He stood up and strode out of the study.

After Nathan Shaw left, Sierra Moore still couldn't believe it. She hurriedly picked up her clothes and put them on. She didn't expect that she would escape today.

This was Nathan Shaw's study, and its area was comparable to that of the bedroom.

There were two computers in the room, with ancient paintings and pieces of calligraphy on the wall. In addition, there were many books. It was hard to tell that this bastard turned out to be also cultured and refined.

As she saw that the computer's screen was not locked, Sierra Moore's eyes lit up. She quickly logged into her MSN, left a message to Sophie Lucas, and then opened the email.

There were a few new emails in her mailbox. Sierra Moore quickly browsed through them.

The two available messages were the interview invitations sent by the companies to which she had sent resumes. These emails were sent probably because she could not be contacted through her mobile phone.

Sierra Moore looked at the date and noticed that several days had passed, so she quickly wrote back and arranged for the interview time next week with the other party. As soon as the email was sent out, she saw the info tip at the bottom right corner popping out.

When she opened it, she saw a bunch of worried expressions from Sophie Lucas. There was also a line of text below, [Sierra Moore, where are you now? Are you okay?]

Sierra Moore replied that she was fine. [I'm fine. Oh right, why didn't you come that day?]

Sophie Lucas sent a crying emoji. [Wuwuwuw... I am under house arrest.]

[????] Sierra Moore sent a few question marks in succession. [Under house arrest? What's going on?]

Sophie Lucas told her, [The matter went very smoothly. I borrowed a helicopter from my grandfather to send you to France, but I don't know what happened. My grandfather suddenly changed his mind that morning.]

[He changed his mind?]

[When I was about to go out, someone suddenly locked me up and cut off my water, food, and the Internet. He said that he wanted me to reflect on myself in seclusion. It was useless even if my mother pleaded with him.]

So it was like this. Sierra Moore had thought that something had happened to Sophie Lucas. Now that she knew that Sophie Lucas was fine, Sierra Moore was relieved. She sent a smiley face over.

[You stay at home. Don't make your grandfather angry again. When the he calms down, he will let you out.]

[But that made absolutely no sense at all!]

Sophie Lucas still felt very angry and said, [I have a feeling that this matter is definitely related to my brother.]

[Your brother?]

[That morning, he went back to the old house very early. After he came back, he closed the door and chatted with my grandfather in the study for a long time. As soon as he left, my grandfather changed his mind and even locked me up.]

Following behind was a long string of angry emojis, followed by a wronged expression, [I'm sorry, this time I messed up the matter. You must be very disappointed!]

[How could this be! Its not your fault.]

Sierra Moore typed quickly on the keyboard. [Come to think of it, I implicated you. Anyway, I can't go back to France now. By the way, I lost my phone. If you have something to say, just leave a message for me!]

After that, the two of them chatted for a while. To prevent Sophie Lucas from worrying, Sierra Moore told her about the interview invitation.

Because she was afraid that the bastard would suddenly come back, she did not dare to talk for too long and hurriedly went offline.

Sierra Moore had just moved her hand away from the mouse when she saw Nathan Shaw appearing at the door wearing a sleeping robe.

His hair was wet and dripping with water. His naked chest and skin made her unable to move their eyes away, and his body exuded a mature male charm.

Seeing his eyes glancing at the computer, Sierra Moore was not sure how long he had been here and whether he had seen her using his computer.

She was inexplicably nervous. She quickly stood up and walked toward him. "Um, I didn't know you were at home. I... I'll go back to my room to get changed."