"What a terrible dialogue." Thinking to herself, Sierra Moore was secretly annoyed.

When she brushed past him, the hair on her body almost stood on end, but her footsteps were not slow at all.

She couldn't control it. This was already an instinctive reaction. The bastard was too dangerous. Sierra Moore was not willing to spend another second with him.

After Sierra Moore left, Nathan Shaw returned to the position she had left and sat down. He opened the browser and returned to the page deleted by her just now.

Without log memory, what he saw was only an email login page. After Nathan Shaw saw it, he immediately picked up his phone and made a phone call.

"Henry, help me check an email."

"Who provoked our Mr. Shaw? You actually want me to help you do such a sneaky thing?"

The corner of Nathan Shaw's mouth twitched as he scolded, "Shut up! Mind your words."

He did not give the other end a chance to refute and immediately continued, "I'll send you your email account online. Find out the password and send it over."

"Shit! Nathan, you..." On the other side of the line shouted. He still wanted to speak, but Nathan Shaw was too lazy to pay attention to him and hung up directly.

Henry Foster was efficient.

In less than ten minutes, the email password was sent to Nathan Shaw's mobile phone.

Nathan Shaw had just logged in to the email when he received a call from Henry Foster with the same annoying tone.

"Nathan, the email you want me to hack is a girl's email! I have checked the email and didn't find anything else!"

"I heard that there are a lot of perverted voyeurs on the Internet. They deliberately hack the account of the other party to hook up for a one-night stand. Don't tell me they are referring to you, Nathan!

"If you are lonely, just tell me. You don't need to suffer like this."

This time, Nathan Shaw didn't even say a word and directly hung up the phone. Henry Foster was so angry that he beat his chest and stamped his feet on the other side of the ocean. "He's getting rid of me as soon as I become useless!"

Nathan Shaw opened the email and happened to see two new emails.

He took a look at the contents of the emails, directly clicked the delete button, and called John Smith.

"John Smith, get the personnel department to send a vacant post to my email immediately."

Sierra Moore changed her clothes and came out. Nathan Shaw was still in the study room.

She did not want to stay in the field where the bastard stayed, so she decided to go downstairs.

She went downstairs and found that Lydia had not come today. It seemed that Lydia would not come.

Sierra Moore woke up late today and looked at the wall clock in the living room. It was almost eleven o'clock. No wonder she was so hungry.

Lydia didn't come, so she could only do it herself if she wanted to eat.

This was the first time Sierra Moore went into Nathan Shaw's kitchen. After entering, she found that the kitchen utensils in the kitchen were fully equipped, but they were all brand new.

Opening the refrigerator, she found only beer drinks and mineral water inside. Oh, there were also two bags of sugar candies.

"A grown man actually likes to eat sugar." Sierra Moore despised the bastard in her heart. There was nothing in such a big house that could fill her stomach at all.

After dealing with the company business, Nathan Shaw went back to the bedroom and did not see Sierra Moore, so he went downstairs to find her.

Before he reached the dining room, he smelled something strange.

There was only a row of open-work red wine cabinets between the living room and the dining room. On the other side of the wine cabinets, on a rectangular mahogany table, Sierra Moore sat with her back to the table, holding a bowl of instant noodles in her hands. She did not even hear anyone coming in.

Her heavily bandaged right hand rested on her lap, while her left hand awkwardly held the fork. The look of enjoyment on her face while eating the noodles was as if she were indulging in a feast!

Nathan Shaw walked over and saw her sucking the noodles into her mouth.

"What are you eating?"

"Puff Cough"

The voice suddenly sounded behind her, scaring Sierra Moore to the point that she spurted on the spot. One mouthful of noodles stuck in her throat and could not get out or down from her throat. She kept coughing until her face turned red.

Her shocking reaction also frightened Nathan Shaw. While he was looking at the table full of her vomitus, his handsome face sank to the bottom.

Bang!

A bottle of water was placed on the table. Sierra Moore quickly opened it and took a sip. She drank half a bottle in one go before she finally saved herself.

"Where did this bowl of noodles come from?" The man responsible for her terrible state asked, poking her head with a finger.

"Does this bastard still have any sympathy?" She thought to herself.

"I bought it to eat on the plane." Sierra Moore glared at him unhappily.

As soon as the words left her mouth, her voice was completely different. It was as if a duck was barking, and it was extremely unpleasant to hear.

Sierra Moore was so scared that she quickly covered her throat. She coughed twice, but her throat was still uncomfortable, so she began to drink more water. The bottle of water was quickly emptied.

Nathan Shaw thought to himself, "Eating a bowl of noodles on the plane?"

Nathan Shaw stood next to her and looked at the noodles left in the bowl. His expression became even worse.

He knew that it was his negligence that he forgot to send someone over to prepare lunch. However, he thought this woman was really a bit hateful. She actually didn't call him while having food to eat!

After a while, Sierra Moore realized that Nathan Shaw had been staring at the instant noodles without saying anything. She thought to herself, "What is the meaning of this?"

Seeing Nathan Shaw's darkened gaze, Sierra Moore asked him carefully, "Well, don't tell me you want to eat noodles too? I'm sorry! I only bought a bowl of noodles. If you want to eat, please go to the supermarket and buy it yourself."

Nathan Shaw originally did not have this intention, but this woman did not know how to be tactful at all. She even had a self-righteous expression, making him hate her so much that his teeth itched.

Therefore, Nathan Shaw made a childish move. He threw the unfinished instant noodles into the trash can and looked at Sierra Moore with satisfaction, who was completely stunned.

Nathan Shaw, who was in a good mood, got up to get his coat. He said to the woman who was grinding her teeth behind him, "Join me for a lunch."

"I'm already full!" Sierra Moore immediately spoke against her own heart and objected to him.

Nathan Shaw stopped to look at her. Sierra Moore, who was originally confident, was immediately defeated when he saw her. She followed behind him dejectedly.

When she reached the basement and saw a row of neatly parked luxury cars under the fluorescent light, Sierra Moore suddenly had an illusion that she had suddenly crossed over to the scene of the world car show.

Car, sports car, off-road vehicle, business car, RV...

The most exaggerated thing was that there was a professional racing car that she had only seen on TV.

All kinds of luxury cars of various models appeared in front of her eyes at the same time, making Sierra Moore's head feel like it was going to burst. She estimated that the black Porsche Cayenne in the corner was probably the relatively low-key one among these cars.

She thought to herself, "This is the world of the rich!"

She had long guessed that this man was very extraordinary. She always felt that no one could stop his arrogance. But she did not expect him to be so powerful. This bastard was super rich!

She thought to herself, "John Smith seems to call him President. What company does he run? It can't be a company that takes part in money laundering, right?"

As if he did not see the surprise in Sierra Moore's eyes, Nathan Shaw went straight through the rows of luxury cars and walked toward the red Ferrari.

The car quickly drove out As soon as the gorgeous engine sound rang, the car had already disappeared.

At such a speed, even if she had a seat belt, it would still make her feel insecure. Sierra Moore's hands, which were holding the back of the chair tightly, were a little pale.

On the overpass of the city, the red sports car sped past.

There was an endless stream of cars on the weekend road. He actually drove the car to a hundred yards. The car nimbly shuttled back and forth on the road. Several times, it was close to others car. Sierra Moore was so scared that she kept screaming, "Nathan Shaw! Can you slow down?"

This was the first time she had called his name with obvious annoyance.

As Nathan Shaw drove, he turned his head to look at her. She seemed to be really frightened and her face turned white.

Unknowingly, he had already released the accelerator and the speed of the car slowed down.

Before Sierra Moore could thank the bastard for his conscience, she found that the car had stopped. It turned out that they had arrived.

She thought to herself, "I have known no one could stop him."

Sierra Moore weakly got out of the car. Her legs still trembled, and her hands were supporting the tree trunk to calm her churning stomach.

This was a private clubhouse built halfway up the mountain.

The biggest advantage of a private club was its privacy. Most people who came here were not ordinary, and they needed a place to safeguard their privacy. The S Club was perfectly suited for that purpose.

The whole clubhouse was built on the mountain, and the layout was like a garden in the south of the Yangtze River. It was elegant and charming with green mountains and green waters. Just looking at the surrounding scenery was already intoxicating.

Judging from the famous cars parked everywhere, it was obvious that the rich people all liked to come to this kind of place to eat.

Seeing that Nathan Shaw had already parked the car, Sierra Moore endured the discomfort and walked toward him.

As she followed behind him, she muttered softly, "If you do this again next time, be careful that I call the traffic police to expose your speeding driving."

They passed through the pavilions and bridges with flowing water.

The translucent door was pulled open from the inside, and Nathan Shaw stepped in.

The waitresses here obviously knew Nathan Shaw. When they saw him come in, they immediately greeted him with a perfect smile. They called out "Mr. Shaw" in a soft and gentle voice.

Sierra Moore followed behind them and felt goosebumps all over her body.

"Mr. Shaw, please follow me."

After Sierra Moore came in, she noticed that the waitresses here were all wearing cheongsam. The one in charge of receiving guests was wearing a red cheongsam while the one in charge of ordering dishes was wearing a blue cheongsam.

These women all had good figures. They had light makeup and long hair tied up. They all looked like great beauties. They were comparable to the glamorous models on TV.

When she first came in, she saw a waitress talking to two French guests. She actually spoke fluent French, which made Sierra Moore greatly amazed.

If a waitress had such great ability, then the boss of thiSerenity Clubhouse must have a great background. Sierra Moore thought about it all the way to a private room.

This private room was very spacious, and the interior decoration was comparable to a five-star standard.

There was a rare glass table, nanmu-carved furniture, and an antique folding screen, and what shocked Sierra Moore the most was the ink painting of a lotus pond under the moonlight hanging on the wall.

This painting looked like it had a history for years. Anyone who knew about it would know that this was a genuine antique.

Sierra Moore was curious and immediately went up to take a look.