CHAPTER 471: 467. THE SIGHT BEFORE HIM MADE NATHAN MOORE’S EYES TURN RED.

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Standing at the doorway, Colt Thornton’s chubby face showed a lack of patience.

"Stop fucking dragging it out with me, I’ve already given you time to buffer, don’t fucking throw it back in my face!"

Titus Zane had been terrified by the sight before him, staring at Colt Thornton with his mouth open, unable to react before his wrist was tightly gripped, followed by his loose, flowing waves being seized by Colt Thornton.

"You bastard, let’s see where you can run today!"

If before, when his friend complained to him about Colt Thornton being a pervert, Titus Zane wondered, could anyone be more twisted than Nathan Moore? Every time Nathan forced him, disregarding his feelings, venting his hatred and lust on him!

But encountering Colt Thornton, he finally understood what a true pervert was; this disgusting man, while dragging him into an inner suite, kept slapping him ceaselessly.

Every slap on his face burned painfully; no wonder his friend always hid in his room refusing to come out after each incident, even calling room service for loads of ice.

And Colt Thornton would gently ask him, "Darling, did I hurt you last night..."

It turns out this man had an SM fetish, an answer Titus Zane got seeing the whip Colt Thornton took out from the closet.

While Colt Thornton hadn’t swung his whip, Titus Zane ran for it; with a ’smack’ sound, Titus’s screams echoed again through the suite.

Titus Zane never expected this fat man to be so agile, a whip lashed on his back, and while he was holding his neck trying to soften the blow, he nearly jumped over the bed but Colt grabbed his long hair.

With a scream of "Ah...", not just from the whip lash on his neck, but the pain felt like his scalp would tear off from the tight grip on his hair. In desperation, Titus Zane turned and grabbed back; his face got scratched, and Colt Thornton, more embarrassed and angered, slapped him down into the bed, his heavy body pressing over him...

On the way, Nathan Moore didn’t know how many cars he passed, the faster the car, the more anxious he felt inside, his eyelids twitching severely, always having a bad premonition.

He called Titus Zane, and the phone was continuously off. Along the way, he thought if Titus was meeting that foreign man, they wouldn’t choose such a secluded place.

As for Wesley Foley, it shouldn’t be, knowing his relationship with Titus Zane, he shouldn’t be so obsessed to chase after...

The more he thought, the more tense he became, until the SUV reached the hotel entrance, without even stopping the engine, Nathan Moore jumped out.

"Sir, are you looking for someone or to..."

"Finding someone!"

Facing the front desk’s inquiry, Nathan Moore coldly dropped two words and strode towards the elevators.

His taut handsome face clearly had a ’keep away’ look.

Upon entering the elevator, he called Titus Zane again, still getting the off signal.

Nathan Moore had already prepared himself, no matter who the man was, once he saw him, he had to severely deal with him, daring to lure away his woman and convince her to turn off her phone.

The elevator stopped at the eleventh floor, Nathan Moore quickly strode towards the guest rooms; hearing a woman’s scream from one of them, he frowned impatiently. Before reaching 1107, the door of the room had been opened by someone but no one was seen, then it closed with a bang.

The bad premonition intensified, standing in front of room 1107, Nathan Moore raised his long leg and kicked out.

The door of the room, much sturdier than a bathroom door, had hardly any reaction to the kick.

By now, Nathan Moore could hear clearly, the screaming of that woman was coming from this room.

As urgency flooded his heart, he raised his foot and kicked again, seeing the door still firmly shut, Nathan Moore stepped back and launched his body against it!

With a bang, Nathan Moore charged inside due to inertia, and the scene before him immediately bloodied his eyes.