The Deserted Rich Beauty (Nicole and eric)
Chapter 1101 Scare You

The sound of screaming, muffled grunts, and cursing in pain intertwined. At that moment, it was unclear whether Isaac was cursing Clayton or begging for mercy. Yvette watched the show for a while before she got bored.

"Isaac doesn't even know how to fight. How can he be s o arrogant?"

At least in their circle, every rich kid knew at least a trick or two.

Whether it was to pick up girls or for self-defense, neither were neglected.

Nicole laughed. "Isaac grew up with bodyguards following him, so there was no need for martial arts."

Yvette snorted. "So, now he'll just get beaten up."

Nicole put away her smile and looked at Clayton, who was sitting on Isaac.

Clayton's usually gentle and elegant demeanor was no longer visible. He looked like a long-dormant beast that was subduing its prey.

His eyes were scarlet and cold without the faintest ripple of emotion.

This side of Clayton Sloan was unfamiliar.

It made Nicole's heart ache.

Although Isaac and Clayton were both from the Sloan family, the pampered Isaac had no fighting skills at all because he was so well protected.

It was clear at a glance that Isaac was coddled.

However, what about Clayton?

Clayton's moves were skillful, and his strength was ruthless. It was hard to believe that Clayton did not practice those skills through real-life experiences.

At that thought, Nicole stopped feeling admiration for it.

Her chest felt suffocated. 1

After a long time, Isaac lost the strength to resist.

Isaac collapsed on the ground like a puddle of mush.

He was not responsive.

His face was bruised and bloodied.

Clayton mechanically flung his fist at Isaac.

Nicole could not help but walk forward.

"That's enough..."

Her words made Clayton stop in his movements.

Clayton looked up. The stern darkness in his eyes had not faded away yet.

Nicole pulled Clayton's hand over and rubbed his fist where his skin had split open. There was a sourness in her heart.

"That's enough. If you're satisfied, we should go back early."

Clayton paused for several seconds.

Only then did he get up from Isaac's body.

"Did I scare you?"

Clayton's voice was low with a slight tremble as he looked at her cautiously.

Nicole smiled and held his hand.

"Your hand must hurt. I'll put some medicine on it when we get back."

She was only afraid that Clayton would recklessly hurt himself.

Clayton smiled. The grimness on his face gradually faded away, and a warm smile surfaced.

To the side, Yvette clicked her tongue. Was Clayton the pitiful one here?

She gave a sympathetic glance at Isaac on the ground. He was beaten to a pulp, hanging onto his life, but no one cared about him. It was both pitiful and ridiculous. Yvette waved her hand and let them go back on their own.

"I plan on going somewhere else, so I won't go back with you guys. Bye!"

Nicole smiled and nodded. She looked at Clayton." Let's go?"

Clayton nodded.

The exit was on the other side. Clayton paused in his steps when they passed by Isaac.

He lowered his eyes and looked at Isaac like he was a piece of garbage.

"I locked you up once, and I can lock you up again. You should remember how you lived during those days."

His voice was low. it made Isaac's skin crawl.

Isaac played dead and did not move a muscle, but his mind was filled with images of those days.

As soon as he woke up, Isaac found that he was in a dilapidated factory that was in a horrible state. It was dark, damp, and eerie.

Isaac thought that Clayton would send someone to watch him, so he did not attempt to escape.

He waited for Clayton to come over and negotiate with him.

However, a few days passed, and no one came.

Isaac was so hungry that he could only eat bread and instant noodles that had long expired and grown moldy.

On the seventh day, someone found him. Isaac would never forget the complex and shocked gaze of Eric and Quavon when they stood in front of him.