Chapter 117

The waiter was a little nervous when he saw Nathan's cold face. "Sir, what are you doing?" "I asked you where room 8828 is." Nathan's eyes were as cold as ice. Sean snapped, "tell me! It's too late to kill you!" The waiter trembled and came to his senses. "Go straight to the left of floor 8." Nathan walked towards the elevator. The elevator arrived soon. Before the door was closed, a hand suddenly blocked the door which was about to close. "Wait!" It was a group of breathless people. When they saw Nathan and Sean, they were shocked. "Mr. Harper, you are here." Nathan stared at them coldly. Everyone lowered their heads with guilt. They were told by Nathan on the phone in the car. But they were not here tonight and there was a traffic jam on the road they came at this time, so they came here alive. But it was too late. With a sinister smile, Nathan said in a cold voice, "if I count on you, I'm afraid that everything will be cold." The group of people lowered their heads, like pupils being scolded. "Mr. Harper, I'm sorry. We were wrong." Nathan's lips were tightened and he didn't say anything. When they arrived at the eighth floor, Nathan took the lead and walked out, followed by others. The waiter didn't recognize them. He was surprised to see a group of people rushing in aggressively. A waiter came forward and asked, "Sir, who are you?" "Fuck off!" Someone pushed him away and soon found room 8828. The door was locked from inside, and there was a dead silence inside. Nathan stood at the door, gritting his teeth. His handsome face was tightened into a string that was about to break at any time. With a cold face, he said in a cold voice, "open the door for me." Seeing this, the rest of them probably guessed what had happened inside, and were silent for a moment. One of them had already got the key and opened the door. With a click, the locked door immediately opened. Almost at the moment the door opened, everyone turned around in unison. As long as they thought of what might happen in the room, almost everyone's face showed an expression of pity. However, Nathan just stood there quietly without moving. Someone felt something was wrong and looked back in confusion. The next second, she widened her eyes in surprise. In the box, four burly men were lying on the ground. Their heads were bleeding, and one of their fingers was broken. They had passed out, and the blood penetrated the carpet, dyed the beige carpet dark red with blood. Isobel curled up on the sofa with a broken bottle in her hand. She wrapped her arms around her knees and curled up on the sofa. Her hair was in a mess, and her two arms were full of scars. Her fingers holding the bottle were also stained with blood, as if they were cut by glass. As if she had heard some noise, her eyes were blurred Looking at the door, her consciousness was in a mess, but her face still showed a vigilant expression subconsciously. She sat up like a frightened rabbit. "Who is it?" Nathan walked inside step by step. "Stay away from me!" Isobel growled in a low voice. She was already a little unconscious. The alcohol and its effect made her look extremely embarrassed and chaotic. However, she was still holding the bottle high, like a female soldier rushing to the front to protect herself. She would never fall down until the last moment. Nathan's eyes darkened. When he passed by a man lying on the ground, he stepped on his hand mercilessly. "Ahhh!" Another scream came. Isobel seemed to have heard the voice. She trembled and arched her back. She waved the bottle in her hands two times casually, staring ahead without any focus. She roared in a hoarse voice, "don't come over, or I'll kill you!" Nathan continued to walk forward. Isobel seemed to realize that her enemies were not as easy to deal with as they were just now. She fumbled for her phone in a hurry. "I want to tell Nathan that I'm looking for Nathan. Don't come over, or Nathan won't let you go. He won't." Nathan suddenly held her hand. "Let me go! Let me go!" "Isobel, it's me." He tried his best to control her waving hands, and meanwhile, he was also careful not to touch the wounds on her hands. He said in a low and deep voice, "Isobel, don't be afraid. It's me. I'm here." But Isobel seemed to hear nothing and see nothing. She struggled hard and waved the bottle to stab him. "Don't come over, don't come over." Sean stood at the door, trembling with fear. For several times, Mr. Harper was almost scratched by the glass of the bottle because he was afraid of hurting Ms. West. He couldn't help saying, "Mr. Harper, why don't you call the bodyguards? Ms. West is not conscious now. What if he hurts you?" But Nathan didn't seem to hear what he said. He grabbed the bottle from Isobel's hand and held her in his arms. "Isobel, it's me. I'm Nathan. Don't be afraid. I'm coming." He kept repeating such simple and monotonous words. After a long time, Isobel finally calmed down a little. She looked up at his face in disbelief. Her beautiful face was full of tears and flushed. She was inexplicably depressed and embarrassed. "Nathan, is it really you?" "It's me." Nathan looked at her deeply and held her hand to touch his face.