Kai touched his nose. His face was covered in blood, and his bones were broken from being kicked.

He angrily looked at the newcomer, but was scared by the person's cold, bloodthirsty expression.

The newcomer was none other than Bradley.

This was Kai's first-time seeing Bradley.

Bradley exuded a powerful and oppressive aura that made it hard for Kai to breathe.

Coupled with Bradley's blood-red eyes full of killing intent and the gun in his hand, Kai was intimidated and took several steps back, even though he had been in many fights before.

Bradley's face was tense as his gaze fell on Freya. The originally terrifying expression was now completely overwhelmed by murderous rage.

Freya's mouth was bleeding, and her clothes had been torn to shreds. However, what made Bradley go crazy was that she still had a man's belt tied around her hands.

Bradley's anger overwhelmed him, and he aimed the gun at Kai and cocked it.

A bang echoed through the room as a bullet pierced into Kai's leg.

With a tragic scream, the air quickly filled with a bloody smell.

Bradley was still not satisfied. He shot again and hit Kai's other leg. Kai's face turned pale from the pain as he was spread out on the ground, gasping for air.

Bradley still wanted to shoot him again.

However, at that moment, a slender hand grabbed his foot as Freya's soft voice reached him.

"Don't let this person's blood dirty your... hands!"

Bradley felt a sharp pain in his heart. He bent down and picked up Freya as he spoke with a voice choked with emotion.

"Why didn't you call me first? Why did you come here alone to face danger?"

The moment he received Ella's call, Bradley was so anxious that it felt like he was about to go mad.

He rushed through more than a dozen red lights to get here, fearing that if he was a second late, his beloved would be in danger.

In the end, he was still late. She was hurt.

Bradley just wanted to kill Kai now and cut him into a thousand pieces!

"Sorry. I was too confident and didn't expect Bruce… He was inhumane enough to work with thugs…"

Freya found it difficult to speak. Her injuries were not serious, but the drug was clouding her mind.

She was a doctor. Based on her body's reaction, she knew the drug was very potent. It was probably three or four times stronger than the typical sedative.

"It's okay. Everything is fine now. I will take you home."

Bradley's voice was hoarse as if he had to force his lungs to allow him to speak. He then carried Freya as he spoke to the men outside.

"Take care of everything. Leave no one alive! Also, tie up Bruce and take him away."

As soon as he finished speaking, there were screams all around.

Bradley carried Freya into the car where Ella immediately brought the first aid kit to help Freya with her wounds.

The injuries were nothing serious and only required simple treatment.

However, the sedative in her body was too strong. Not even Freya's needles could control it.

"Mr. Bradley, it's up to you now."

Ella tactfully got out of the car, giving the two of them space. Freya needed the antidote, which only Bradley could provide.

Bradley instructed the chauffeur to drive to the nearest hotel.

It would take an hour to get back to Royal Garden Mansion from scrapyard, but judging by Freya's current condition, she probably would not last more than 20 minutes.

The car windows were rolled down to allow the cool night breeze to blow in, gradually sobering Freya up from her hazy state.

The conflicting sensations of cold and heat inside her body make her groggy as she continuously murmured, "Cold… So hot..."

When Bradley heard her say she was cold, he held her tighter. However, when she said she was hot, he quickly let go of her.

Freya curled up, shivering as her face turned red with tiny beads of sweat forming on her forehead. Her brows were deeply furrowed.

Bradley's heart ached to the point where he felt like he was suffocating. He did not know what to do at the moment. Should he turn on the air conditioner or close the windows?

Although she was helpless from the pain, the only thing he could do was urge the driver to go faster.

"It's so, so cold..."

Freya's eyes were unfocused as she spoke. However, her breaths were hot.

Bradley abandoned all restraint, he tightly embraced her with his strong hands gently patting her back as he spoke in a calming tone of voice.

"Hang in there. We'll be there soon."

Freya was already uncomfortable, and Bradley's tight embrace, along with his intoxicating male scent, slowly enveloped her senses, robbing her of her rationality.

She felt an immense emptiness inside. The surging heat in her body made her want to hold something, so she uncontrollably clung to Bradley's neck.

Her eyes were hazy as her body kept leaning against him, but the closer she got, the more uncomfortable she felt. It was as if her whole body was on the verge of igniting.

"It's hot... So hot..."

Her murmurs were faint and muffled with her face pressed against his chest while haphazardly rubbing against it.

It felt like she was trying to rub off the fabric from him so that she could absorb the warmth that was his body heat.

Bradley held her, feeling as if he was holding a furnace as his whole body started to heat up.

Her hands also started to fumble with the buttons on his shirt, pulling at them with urgency while letting out low moans of discomfort.

Inside the silent car, the girl's voice was like poison, slowly breaking down Bradley's defenses.

He growled at Shadow, saying, "Drive faster."

At this rate, he could not guarantee that he would not lose control in the car.

Shadow dared not dawdle and immediately floored the gas pedal. He had been professionally trained since childhood to never questioning the master about anything, and to remain calm in such situations.

However, Freya's occasional low moans continued to disrupt his thoughts, so when a car suddenly changed lanes in front of him, he was momentarily distracted and almost crashed into it.

Fortunately, Shadow's driving skills were good. With an abrupt turn, he narrowly avoided the collision.

That made Bradley loses his balance for a moment, and he directly rolled off the seat while holding Freya in his arms. The two toppled over and crashed into each other.

Their lips met, and Freya's hot breath filled his nostrils. The temperature felt alarmingly high as the entire space seemed to heat up.

Bradley lost control and deepened the kiss.

Freya felt like a fuse had been lit as a fire burned through her body, making her feel incredibly hot and uncomfortable.

The kiss seemed to spiral out of control.

In the end, her hands began to erratically tugged at Bradley's clothes.

He looked down at her and forced himself to regain his composure. Then, with one hand supporting himself while the other arm wrapped around Freya's waist, he softly said in a coaxing tone, "Be good. We're almost there. Just hold on. Hold on a little longer."

While he had not been drugged, the torment he felt was worse than any drug could be.