Suddenly, she was kicked in the abdomen, and then Issac was heard to roar like a wild beast in the jungle, “A man can be killed but not humiliated? A man can be killed but not humiliated? A soldier can be killed but not humiliated?!”


    One sentence, repeated three times.


    And every word was squeezed out from between his teeth.


    So, the speech was slow.


    With each time she finished, Vivian endured two kicks that she could not fight.


    After three times, she had been kicked six times.


    It hurt.


    As a result of the kicks, Vivian subconsciously curled up, and several kicks were delivered to Vivian’s stomach, legs, arms and even head.


    The pain instantly flooded her limbs and every pore screamed.


    Even though Vivian had practiced, she could feel that Issac had used almost all of his strength in these kicks, which made her unable to move halfway through the day.


    “Hiss … um …”


    The beating stopped and Vivian huffed backwards in pain, her hands propped up on the floor as she slowly climbed to her feet.


    Even after standing up, her mind was still dizzy and a bloody, nosebleed was slowly dripping from her nostrils.


    Vivian brushed her sleeve to wipe the nosebleed without concern for her image, and looked up at Issac with dazed eyes …


    Issac’s face was red with anger, his forehead was bruised, his body was visibly trembling, his body stumbled backwards unsteadily for two steps, and then, as if in a frenzy, he kicked the chair he had just been sitting on, “Even you know that “a man can be killed but not humiliated”!”


    With that, he mmed his fist into the wall with a heavy thud.


    A muffled thud was heard and Issac remained motionless in that position.


    Vivian then clearly saw the blood spilling from his fist, which was braced against the wall, snaking down the white wall.


    The blood was blindingly red.


    No matter how stupid Vivian was, she understood why Issac had suddenly reacted in such a way.


    That time, she had been taken to hospital with injuries and it was only when she was about to be discharged that Morris had said that she had only sent Issac and Yeon away and would never return to L City.


    Little did Vivian know that Morris had gotten back at Issac in such a despicable way.


    That’s why her words, “You can’t kill a man, you can’t humiliate him”, provoked Issac into a sudden outburst of madness.


    For a moment, Vivian had mixed feelings.


    She suddenly remembered how Yeon had died and could understand Issac’s hatred for Morris.


    Today, she was afraid that Morris was really in a bad way.


    Vivian stared at Issac in disbelief, unable to say the words of concern that were on her lips.


    She was not a saint, but she knew that if Morris was the one being abused, he would have gone to great lengths to have his whole family killed.


    Vivian was not a man, but she could feel the shadow that such things cast on a man, probably for life.


    As she thought about it, Vivian realised that her nose was still bleeding.


    She leaned over, picked up the tissue box from the floor and lifted the chair beside her, sitting down in it, leaning back, pulling out a tissue to wipe the nosebleed, and grumbling unpleasantly, “Are you crazy? What do you mean you hit me when you said you’d kick Morris’s ass? Shit, that hurts.”


    One Issac was too much for her to handle, and Vivian couldn’t imagine how she would be able to get Morris out of hereter.


    Issac was a vindictive person.


    What Morris had done had destroyed his future, and Issac would return the favour.


    How could she just sit back and do nothing?


    Vivian’s mind is split as she talks to Issac in a rxed manner, while she digs in her heels to find a way out.


    Ta-da-da-da…


    At that moment, the sound of high heels rang out.


    Vivian looked over at the sound and found Antina trotting over.


    The woman’s cool eyes nced at Vivian and her gaze skimmed over her to look at Issac.


    “Shrek, are you okay?”


    Shrek, Issac’s foreign name.


    Antina stood beside Issac, reaching for his wrist and tugging at his hand as he smashed the wall, sweeping it away, distressed, “How did you get hurt like that?”


    “What are you guys standing around for, get the gauze. Idiots.”


    With amand from Antina, the dumbfounded bodyguards finally reacted.


    Those who were holding the table, those who were sweeping the floor to clean up the pieces of tea, and those who were carrying the gauze went to get it.


    Vivian remained in her chair, looking at Antina and Issac but keeping her mind on Morris, who was a ss away from her.


    He was unconscious and all themotion outside hadn’t even woken him up.


    It was evident that the injuries were extremely serious.


    “Come on, I’ll take you to rest first.”


    Antina bandaged Issac’s wound and took him by the hand and walked straight away.


    During the bandaging process, Issac gave Vivian a meaningful nce and withdrew his gaze.


    He was taken away by Antina and Vivian was left in a corner like a piece of rubbish.


    She sat in her chair, gazing at Morris in therge, empty room inside, tempted to try to call out to him.


    But before Vivian could say anything, a man came up to her, “Miss Vivian, our Missy wants to see you.”


    “Good.”


    Vivian got up and nced at Morris in the room.


    She knew that Issac shouldn’t be able toy a finger on Morris right now.


    Following the bouncer one step at a time, she headed outside and left the basement.


    Into the side hall of the castle, the same hall she had first entered.


    Sitting on the sofa, Vivian began to wait for Antina.


    After sitting there for who knows how long, until dark, Vivian saw no sign of Antina.


    However, a bouncer brought in a Western dinner and ced it on the table, “Our Missy has something to do today and wille over to see you tomorrow.”


    “So where do I sleep?” Vivian asked rhetorically.


    “A maid will take you to your roomter to rest.”


    “Oh, thank you.”


    Vivian’s mind was in a state of flux.


    Morris had been kidnapped and she had been brought here under threat, but why did she still have the guest treatment?


    Looking at the steak on the table, the ck pepper pasta, Vivian had no appetite.


    But on second thought, there were things to do in the night and she had to eat.


    Antina and the others wouldn’t have poisoned the food, after all, it would have been too easy to kill her on their turf, so there was no need to go to such lengths.


    So, she finished her western meal like a chew and had the pleasure of drinking a ss of wine.


    An hourter, a maid came and took her upstairs to the guest room to rest.


    After that, it was Vivian who stood on the balcony of the guest room, anxiously and quietly waiting for the time to pass, like a statue.


    It waste in the evening and only small nightlights were left in the castle.


    Vivian also turned out the lights in her room and sat on the bed, waiting slowly.


    It was now half past one in the morning and she would have to leave the room in half an hour at the most.


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    Suddenly, the door lock made a small sound.


    Vivian’s brow furrowed and she closed her eyes, lying back on the bed, trying to find out what the other woman hade in for.


    The door, opened.


    The person outside crept in.


    In the darkness of the night, Vivian squinted and saw the figure walking towards her.