Sierra Moore didn't want to stir up trouble, but that didn't mean that others also thought the same. As soon as she sat down, those people surrounded her. All of them held ill intentions.

"How did you get in?" asked one of the blonde-haired women, who had a nose nail.

Sierra Moore shrunk her neck and said, "I... I was caught."

The person was stunned for a moment, then she laughed loudly and pointed at Sierra Moore, "So you are a fool. If you weren't caught, could it be that you ran in yourself?"

The others were also laughing as if they had heard a big joke. Sierra Moore sat there, embarrassed and at a loss.

At this time, someone spoke again and asked her, "Don't play dumb. How did you get in?"

They were asking about what crime Sierra Moore had committed. This time, Sierra Moore figured it out and said, "Kidnapping."

Those people originally wanted to laugh at her, but when they heard this, they were suddenly stunned, and their faces were filled with disbelief. "Kidnapping? You?"

The girl who spoke looked young. There were five or six colors on her hair and she had a tongue ring. Sierra Moore felt pain just looking at her.

"Hey, little sister, are you pretending to be a pig to eat a tiger? Tell me, have you ever killed anyone?"

The person speaking this time had a bloody mouth that scared Sierra Moore so much that her temples throbbed. She shook her head and said nothing more.

To her, staying in this kind of place for even a second longer felt like torture. Just as Sierra Moore was praying for these people to leave quickly, she heard someone shouting from outside, "Sierra Moore, come out. You can leave now."

Hearing this sentence, Sierra Moore could not believe it at all. She did not come to her senses for quite a while.

When she saw the jealous and angry eyes of the people around her, as well as the twisted faces, Sierra Moore finally reacted and hurriedly got up to run.

She was afraid that if she walked too slowly, she would be torn into pieces by those juvenile delinquents.

After she left the prison cell, the handcuffs were opened, and Sierra Moore still had a feeling of unreality.

Even when she was led away by the prison guard, she was still thinking that Eldest daughter of was too reliable this time. She had to thank her properly later, but unexpectedly, after she got out, she saw a mans figure.

The police officer told her that this person was the guarantor for her to bail her out. However, she could not leave New York before the matter was investigated. Moreover, she had to follow the messenger to cooperate with the investigation of the case.

Sierra Moore looked at that person's back and felt a little familiar. She couldn't think of anything for a while. After taking a few steps, she saw that person turn around. The smile on his face was not very friendly.

He said, "Miss Moore, I find that you are really capable of causing trouble."

Sierra Moore really wanted to say, "I didn't ask you to come." But when she thought about those demons and ghosts in the cell, she was still very grateful to this person.

"Well, I'm sorry, Lawyer Ryan! I've caused you trouble."

Ryan Holland sneered, "I'm not the one you're sorry about. You just casually left. Someone went crazy looking for you."

"Eh?" Sierra Moore looked up at him in surprise as if she did not quite understand who he was talking about.

This kind of performance made Ryan Holland angry, and he felt sorry for that person.

"What are you waiting for? Do you still want to stay here and drink tea?" Ryan Holland asked after settling down with the bail procedures.

Only a ghost would want to stay here.

Sierra Moore shook her head and hurriedly followed him with her suitcase.

Sensing Ryan Holland's hostility, Sierra Moore did not dare to ask him why he was there. She just followed him with her head down and did not notice when he stopped. In the end, she bumped into him.

Sierra Moore covered her nose. When she looked up, she followed his gaze. When she saw the car parked across the road, her body suddenly froze, and then she had no reaction.

As if sensing her gaze, the person leaning against the car raised his head, his eyes cold, making people not dare to look at him.

After seeing her, Nathan Shaw threw the cigarette in his hand on the ground and strode toward her with his long legs.

"I already said that you shouldn't have come back." Ryan Holland sneered twice, turned around, and got into the car. Without saying a word, he drove his Grand Cherokee away.

Sierra Moore looked at the people who were getting closer and closer. She suddenly felt a little nervous. She felt that the person who was walking toward her now was more terrifying than all the people she had just seen.

His footsteps were very heavy, and his entire body was under low pressure. Before he even got close, she could already smell a thick smell of smoke. This kind of him was very dangerous. At this moment, Sierra Moore suddenly wanted to escape.

Nathan Shaw walked up to her and lowered his head to look at her as if he wanted to firmly engrave her current appearance in his eyes.

When he raised his hand, Sierra Moore was so scared that her whole body trembled. She subconsciously wanted to retreat, but someone grabbed her wrist. It was like an iron pincer. She could not break free at all.

He grabbed her without saying a word. His other hand picked up her suitcase and he strode across the road.

When the car arrived at the villa's villa, Nathan Shaw parked the car in the courtyard and rudely dragged her out of the car. He practically dragged her upstairs and then threw her into the storage room on the west side of the second floor.

Bang!

The door closed and the room was plunged into darkness.

After a long while, Sierra Moore finally reacted. She ran over to knock on the door and shouted for him to open the door. However, the person outside were still present, but he refused to open the door for her.

When Sierra Moore was tired from crying, she began to beg for mercy. Her voice was soft and pitiful. She said, "Nathan Shaw, let me out. It's so dark here. I'm scared.

"I dare not. I don't dare to do it again. Don't do this. Let me out."

It was useless to beg for mercy, and she could not help but start cursing again.

"Nathan Shaw, you bastard. What right do you have to lock me up?

"This is illegal imprisonment. Let me out. I want to call the police. I don't want you to save me. Send me back. I would rather go to jail than see you.

"Nathan Shaw, I hate you!"

When she was tired of scolding, she sat behind the door and cried. Sometimes she cried and called out to her parents, sometimes she called out to her grandfather, and sometimes she called out to Sophie Lucas, but she just did not call out to his name.

This continued for two hours before the sound gradually died down.

During this period, Nathan Shaw had been standing at the door, not leaving even a single step.

They were separated by a door, but it seemed like they could not cross it no matter what.

They were both close and far.

He clenched his fists too tightly. His nails pierced his palm and blood dripped onto the floor. However, it was as if he did not know. It was not until he could not hear her voice that his body began to slowly tremble.

He almost couldn't believe that he almost lost her.

He would never allow her to leave!

Nathan Shaw's eyes were scarlet. His clenched fists were dripping with blood. He was like a messenger from hell. All the cells in his body were screaming. He even wanted to kill.

He locked Sierra Moore up because he was afraid that he would not be able to control himself and hurt her.

When Nathan Shaw drove away from the villa, Sierra Moore was still locked in the small black room, feeling scared and dizzy. She could not even think of running away.

Feeling particularly agitated, Nathan Shaw ran to the bar alone to vent his anger. He was drunk and it was already late at night when he returned.

When he got home, he did not turn on the lights or go upstairs. Instead, he sat on the sofa in the living room and smoked non-stop. He buried himself in the smoking fumes.

The night was unbelievably quiet.

He could not hear any other sounds. Only the words she said before she left kept replaying in his ears.

"Nathan Shaw, I can't like you. How can I like you?"

He must be crazy to tolerate her willfulness time and time again. Nates, he felt he was crazy.

Sierra Moore shrunk into a ball in the darkness. In a daze, she saw the door of the storage room open. In the sparse light, she could vaguely see a tall figure at the door.

When he walked over, the aura around him gave off an unstoppable pressure. Sierra Moore felt that during the day when she was in prison, she was not as scared as she was now.

He came over, grabbed her, and dragged her out as if she was already a prisoner who had been sentenced to death.

"What are you doing? Nathan Shaw, let me go!" She cried and struggled weakly, looking so weak.

Nathan Shaw dragged her to the room and threw her on the bed. The soft touch on her back had once made him joyous.

However, before Sierra Moore could thank his conscience, he had already grabbed her wrists and pressed them against her head.

Suddenly realizing what he wanted to do, Sierra Moore cried out in fear, "Nathan Shaw, are you still human?"

She thought to herself, "I'm already like this, yet you still want to treat me in this way..."

"Nathan Shaw, you bastard! How dare you treat me like this? I will kill you!"

The cold wind pouring in from the balcony made the persons on the bed feel cold.

His movements were not gentle at all, and there was a strong smell of wine on his body.

No, perhaps he could not be called a human at all.

Two rows of teeth fiercely bit down on her shoulder. The air was filled with a faint fishy smell. It was her blood.

After being bitten by him a few times, Sierra Moore trembled in pain. When she thought of the inexplicable night when she lost her virginity and the series of nightmares after meeting Nathan Shaw, she suddenly smiled.

"Nathan Shaw, are you a dog? You love biting people so much!"

Unfortunately, Nathan Shaw ignored what she said, and she did not expect him to hear it.

Sierra Moore laughed while shedding tears. She thought that if this was the arrangement of fate, then so be it!

She was really too tired and did not want to shout or move anymore. He could do whatever he wanted!

At worst, she would just give up her life!

At this time, Nathan Shaw suddenly stopped and lay on her body, motionless. Then, he suddenly rolled down from her body and curled up on the ground with a spasm.

He held his stomach with both hands and his forehead was full of sweat. It seemed that he was trying his best to endure it. In the end, he really couldn't bear it anymore. In a panic, he got up and ran out.

"Ugh..."

As soon as Nathan Shaw ran out of the door, his body twitched and he fell on the lawn in the courtyard. He was vomiting severely.

After vomiting until nothing came out, he simply lay on the lawn and smiled, tears flowing out.

His stomach was twitching, and his face was pale from the pain. He was bent like a shrimp, but he was still smiling.

Who would have thought that there would be such a day when he, Nathan Shaw, would actually do such a violent thing to a woman? Moreover, it was unsuccessful because of his stomach pain. He felt it was truly too ridiculous!