She gracefully signed her name on the napkin, handed it to him, with a red hundred-dollar bill pressed beneath it. "Signature, I'm sorry, I have something else to do, I have to go first, and…" She paused, "No need for coffee money, but your gesture as a fan, I accept it, though I can't let a fan spend money unnecessarily." After saying this, she picked up her handbag and left. Nathan Johnson watched her leave, his eyes squinting coldly, looking at the flamboyant and wild name written in black carbon pen on the table, along with the red bill, and his thin lips sneered coldly. Aurelia Shaw answered Hadriel Wilson's call as she walked out of the coffee shop, "I'm nearby, are you in the underground parking lot? No, I'll come find you, my current identity makes it inconvenient to move around, we'll meet there, don't wander off, wait for me." Her lips curved deeply. Official source ıs 𝙣𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙡⁂𝙛𝙞𝙧𝙚⁂𝙣𝙚𝙩 Hadriel Wilson hung up excitedly and eagerly. Due to the series of unexpected events over the past few days, his face was sallow, dark circles under his eyes, and white hair sprung up. However, the thought of soon being able to see Aurelia Shaw, soon being able to possess the beautiful and alluring her… made him too excited to think about anything else. The phone buzzed continuously, Roy kept calling him. Hadriel Wilson irritably turned off his phone, but then thought if Aurelia Shaw came and couldn't find him, what then? Should he turn it back on? However, before he could act. A stick swung at the back of his head. Buzz— Hadriel Wilson's vision went black, and he fainted to the ground! When he woke up, it was dark all around, he was confined in an old factory, and someone was sitting in front of him. He squinted, only then seeing who was in front of him. "Aurelia." Hadriel Wilson then realized his hands and feet were tied to a chair, he moved but couldn't break free, "Aurelia, what do you mean by this?!" Aurelia Shaw found the question amusing, she laughed, holding a knife as she walked toward him. Hadriel Wilson trembled in fear, instinctively trying to dodge backward, the chair moved slightly but didn't help much, his eyes filled with terror watching Aurelia Shaw, her beautiful face looked sinister and cold in the dim light. "Aurelia, don't mess around, if you want to play exciting games, untie me first, knives are dangerous, don't..." Pea-sized sweat rolled down Hadriel Wilson's forehead. Hadriel Wilson kept a close eye on the knife in her hand. Feeling the cold blade along his arm, back, reaching the vulnerable spot behind the neck, a sharp pain pierced. Hadriel Wilson groaned in pain, sweat rolled down his forehead, his eyes dark and menacing like a hawk's. "Aurelia, you're really playing?" he gritted his teeth, spoke in a deep voice. "What else?" Aurelia Shaw's red lips curled into a smile, "Hadriel Wilson, do you remember what you did to me back then?" The knife slid down, lifting Hadriel Wilson's chin, his body trembled, his lips turned pale and shivered constantly, his whole body tense, frightened that any movement would cut his throat. "Back then you tried to coerce me but failed, so you teamed up with several people including Vianne Collins, locked me in a room, trying to force yourself on me. If it weren't for you fearing it would lead to a death, ruining your chance to compete for the principal position, I would surely be living a fate worse than death now." "Back then, what method did I use to escape? My memory is bad, could you remind me?" Noticing the blade passing over the wrist, the icy and sharp touch, Hadriel Wilson's body trembled violently, jittering and struggling several times, yet the rope tightened around his wrist even more.