Chapter 38

Nathaniel held his cigarette in one hand, tilted his head, scratched his scalp with his pinky finger, and walked toward her slowly, “Still, I must be courteous enough and make the stakes clear to you. Since you insist on being so stubborn and disobedient, I have no choice but to calm you down first. Then we can talk.”

He raised his chin, glanced at his men, and turned around. For such a simple matter, he felt no need to do it himself. Immediately after, he heard wind whirring and the faint sound of fists and feet colliding with bodies behind him. Nathaniel frowned and was about to turn around to tell his men to be more discrete. He wondered why his two bodyguards had so much trouble dealing with a woman.

However, he froze in place just as he turned to his side. A sharp wind blew across his cheeks, and at the same time, he felt a sharp blade on his neck. The blade glinted with a frigid light, and Nathaniel could feel the cold steel. Sweat from his sideburns trickled down his cheeks as