"Let go of me first, we can talk properly." She struggled, but the man's arms were like iron clamps, she couldn't push him away at all.

"I'm afraid if I let go of you, you'll forget what you just said and turn around."

"What did I say?" Freya Lawson looked up at the sky, speechless.

Bradley leaned down to look at her, his thin lips curved in a smile, "You said I've already entered your heart, and that I'm pretty good..."

"I forgot."

"It's okay, I just recorded it."

The man smirked, pulled out his phone from his pocket, and turned on the recording.

"I don't want to lose you as a friend, but there are some things I need to clarify. I can't even explain my relationship with Bradley. Initially, I approached him just for my freedom, but as I spent more time with him, I found that he's actually a pretty good person."

Bradley is a crazy man, but it is because of this craziness that I slowly fell for him. So, James, let go of this relationship. We always seem to miss each other, it is destined that we are meant to be connected but not together.

Upon hearing this, Freya Lawson gritted her teeth angrily, "You are really out of line, eavesdropping on others' conversations and even recording them."

"I was afraid you wouldn't admit it, so I kept it as evidence," Bradley chuckled as he took back his phone, feeling pleased.

Freya Lawson was annoyed and couldn't be bothered to argue with him.

Just then, a voice from the cabin of the ship interrupted, "Something's wrong, Herbie is having a relapse."

...

When the group arrived, they saw a man convulsing on the ground.

Herbie, the one who killed their mother!

Freya Lawson approached him, her whole body cold as she stared at him, "Do you still recognize me?"

The Herbie was feeling extremely uncomfortable, his eyes unfocused. There were many people standing in front of him, but he didn't recognize anyone.

"Medicine, give me medicine!"

Freya Lawson ignored him and kicked him in the leg, "Open your eyes wide and look at me, who am I?"

"You are a woman!" Herbie's mind was filled with thoughts of medicine and desire, but suddenly he caught a whiff of a woman's scent, and his expression became greedy.

As the addiction took hold, the excruciating pain penetrated his bones. Herbie's eyes widened fiercely, reaching out to grab Freya Lawson. But before his hand could touch her, she stamped on his foot with force.

"Don't recognize me? Let me tell you then, I am the daughter of Charlotte Lawson, the girl you regret not killing together."

Freya Lawson's hatred towards Herbie was deep and relentless as the surging Herbie. If it weren't for dealing with Sophie Lawson, she would have wanted to dismember this man right now and toss him into the sea to feed the sharks.

"Charlotte Lawson?"

Upon hearing those three words, Herbie paused for a moment, then smirked sleazily, "So it's that bitch. No wonder you looked a bit familiar. Turns out you're the spawn of that bitch!"

"Back then, I almost slept with your mom. If it weren't for that bitch threatening my life, I might have become your stepdad by now," Herbie, under the influence of drugs, began to babble incoherently.

And it was these words of his that finally made Freya Lawson realize why his face was so familiar to her.

It turns out, he was the man who had almost taken advantage of her mother at the time.

Hatred, anger, countless emotions erupted in her mind, Freya Lawson tightly clenched her fist, preparing to give him a painful blow.

At that moment, a warm big hand grabbed her fist, and Bradley's deep voice sounded in her ear, "Don't let his blood dirty your hands, I'll do it."

With that, the man kicked Herbie's face heavily, almost putting all his strength into it, kicking Herbie out, his body hitting the wall and falling to the ground, his nose bone shattered, his face smeared with bloody mess, screams of pain sounding one after another. But that wasn't enough, Bradley's face looked grim, exuding a fierce determination, raising his foot and fiercely kicking him to death.

But that wasn't enough, Bradley's face looked grim, exuding a fierce determination, raising his foot and fiercely kicking him to death.

Bradley, don't beat him to death, I still need him to avenge my mother!

Freya Lawson was frightened by his appearance, although she had seen him beat people more than once, but his murderous appearance now made her unable to help but sweat, afraid that Herbie wouldn't be able to resist and she wouldn't have anyone to avenge.

Gabriel Rousseau was also shocked. Knowing Bradley for so many years, he had only seen him go crazy and lose control twice.

The first time was after waking up in the hospital after the fire, he found out that his legs were disabled, and he went crazy smashing his own legs.

The second time, which is now, he fought Herbie fiercely until he collapsed

all for the sake of helping Freya Lawson seek revenge and out of love.

It seems that Bradley is truly going crazy for Freya Lawson.

Not only is he risking his life, but now he has reached a point where his emotions are controlled by her.

Gabriel Rousseau pinched his brow, hoping that Freya Lawson's presence can truly help Bradley, otherwise their years of playing would be in vain.

Bradley kicked Herbie several times until he lay motionless on the ground, then he finally stopped.

He turned around, blood-red eyes gazing at Freya Lawson, his handsome face stained with a few drops of blood, and his thin lips curved into a gentle smile. "Don't worry, I won't let him die easily before helping you avenge your mother."

Freya Lawson leaned forward to check Herbie's breathing, relieved to find that he had only passed out.

He's barely hanging on, if you keep going, someone might actually die. Freya Lawson said as she approached with a wet towel, carefully wiping the blood off his face.

He's barely hanging on, if you keep going, someone might actually die. Freya Lawson said as she approached with a wet towel, carefully wiping the blood off his face.

"Whoever asks you to commit murder, that is illegal and you will have to serve time." Freya Lawson was really Freya annoyed by this man, she shook off his hand and continued to help him clean up the bloodstains.

Gabriel Rousseau, a single dog, stood here, feeling frustrated.

Finally, he couldn't help but said, "The boat is about to dock, what do you plan to do next?"

"Return to the capital."

Right now Freya Lawson was only thinking about revenge. As long as she takes Herbie to the police station, Sophie Lawson's actions will be exposed. She wants to personally take these two people to her mother's grave and kowtow to apologize, making them spend their lives in a cell waiting to die.

Death is not terrible, what's terrible is living worse than death!

"According to Freya Lawson's idea, we will return to the capital after the boat docks."

After speaking, the man took out his phone and made a call, "I will hold a press conference in three days to Freya ounce that I have recovered, please arrange it!"

After the boat docked, a group of people boarded a helicopter and rushed back to the capital overnight."

Herbie was locked in the basement to prevent him from relapsing into drug addiction. Bradley called Xavier Jackson to give him a shot to satisfy his craving.

Meanwhile, Bradley's wounds reopened during the beating of Herbie, so Freya Lawson had to stitch them up again.