"You didn't do anything?" Grayson Quinn raised an eyebrow coldly, "Who was the one harassing my sister-in-law in the hotel corridor?" "Ah!" Aiden Campbell suddenly felt a sharp pain on the back of his hand; a bullet had pierced through his palm, and blood gushed out. Mason Nightshade put away the gun, a cold smirk on his lips, "Accidentally fired." Only a fool would believe it was accidental! This petty man — just a little teasing with his wife, and he's already been threatened by her, now he has to lose a hand. This couple must be crazy! Aiden Campbell was dragged into the car, and Grayson Quinn drove. Soon, the car arrived at the place Aiden had mentioned, surprisingly, a residential community! If they searched by themselves, they wouldn't have thought of such a place by dawn tomorrow. Aiden Campbell gave them the specific room number. "Young Master Night, can I leave now?" Mason Nightshade swiftly cuffed him to the car, warning coldly, "If I come back and can't find you, be ready to attend the funeral for your family's business." Aiden Campbell howled internally. Threat! This was a blatant threat! The iron wire he held in his hand was quietly set down. The most regrettable thing he had done in his life was teasing Aurelia Shaw in the hotel today. In a daze, Aurelia Shaw heard someone talking. She barely opened her eyes, her vision blurry, unable to see her surroundings clearly; the bright light cast a long shadow of a person. The voice seemed familiar, but at that moment, her mind was in chaos, unable to recall where she'd heard it before. "Young Master, how should we handle her? Mason Nightshade probably already knows about her kidnapping." "Heh, he won't find this place, don't worry. As for her... just teach her a lesson. As long as you don't kill her, do as you wish." Upon hearing this, the man with missing fingers revealed a sinister glint in his eyes. Screech—The door opened. The bright light pierced in. For origınal chapters go to 𝔫𝔬𝔳𝔢𝔩·𝕗𝕚𝕣𝕖·𝘯𝘦𝘵 Aurelia Shaw squinted her eyes, adjusting, as a tall figure walked in. She moved slightly, realizing her hands were chained by iron, her body weak from blood loss. The man with missing fingers approached her menacingly, grinning wickedly, "You damn arrogant, aren't you? Think you're tough? Dammit, you cut off two of my fingers." The man looked down at his hand, noticing the missing fingers, a vicious expression crossing his face. If she were to confront him now, she'd be at a great disadvantage. She sat up, her eyes cold and almond-shaped, giving a chilling glance to the man. The blood made her fair face appear like the Death Reaper returned from Hell, beautiful and haunting; a blood-stained shirt would look scrappy on anyone else, but on her... The crimson pattern resembled a blossoming otherworldly flower, wickedly enchanting, just like her. The fingerless man swallowed, astonished that he was frightened! The opponent was a woman! And a half-disabled one at that! "Damn it, you still dare to be tough now? I..." "What will you do?" Aurelia Shaw chuckled lightly, her voice suddenly deepening, "Do you know who I am? Dare to touch me, do you have a death wish?" Fingerless man looked at her 'innocent' demeanor and laughed, "Why would I kidnap you if I didn't know who you were? Of course, it's you we're after! Miss Shaw, do you still dare to be tough now? Tsk tsk, Balthazar Shaw raised you well, huh? Soft-skinned and tender, a rich lady's taste must be quite exquisite." A lewd smile appeared on his face.