Hadriel Wilson felt something was off with his body, but the thought of soon having this woman in his grasp made him ignore it, maintaining his righteous teacher demeanor.

He wanted to sit beside Aurelia Shaw, but under her sharp gaze, he settled into the single sofa closer to her.

Leaning forward, he approached her.

"You can ask the teacher to do anything." His voice softened, with a hint of seduction, his eyes flashing beneath the lenses as he scanned Aurelia Shaw up and down.

At that moment, Aurelia Shaw was wearing a high-necked gown that Mason Nightshade had given her, not even exposing her arms. If it weren't for Aurelia Shaw's exceptional demeanor, such a conservative outfit would appear entirely different on someone else.

Hadriel Wilson felt a surge of heat and restlessness. He tugged at his tie irritably, his gaze fixed on Aurelia Shaw with a trace of ferocity, wanting desperately to pin her down, "Haven't thought of anything yet? Why not let me think for you?"

"I'd love to know what plan you've come up with for me," Aurelia Shaw asked softly. The reflection in her dark eyes revealed Hadriel Wilson's flushed and monstrous face, exposing the filth he hid behind his gentlemanly exterior.

Hadriel Wilson didn't notice this; he only felt an unusual heat, strangely familiar. The intense desire to possess the woman before him prevented further thought.

Staring at Aurelia Shaw's cold and aloof face, the final thread of his sanity snapped, just as he was about to pounce—

"Bang!" The door was kicked open.

Mason Nightshade appeared at the entrance, his face gloomy, his gaze as fierce as an enraged wild wolf. His sharp eyes scanned the room, quickly locking onto the figure on the sofa, striding over with a commanding presence in each step.

Hadriel Wilson shuddered in fear, his sense returning somewhat, slumping into the sofa.

"Faster than I thought."

Aurelia Shaw's soft voice sounded.

Aurelia Shaw glanced at her phone and stood up. She had just sent Mason Nightshade a picture—the photo showed only a glass of water on a table, with no additional background and no other words.

She knew he would definitely find her location, but with so little information, she didn't expect him to arrive so quickly.

"What's his problem?" Mason Nightshade pulled Hadriel Wilson up from the sofa, staring at his flushed face, squinting his sharp eyes.

With a "bang," he tossed Hadriel Wilson onto the ground like trash, stomping on him.

"Don't leave any evidence," Aurelia Shaw's gentle reminder sounded.

Mason Nightshade withdrew his foot and delivered a vicious kick to his abdomen.

He had received professional training, so the force of the kick was evident.

Just one kick could not quell his fury; daring to covet his woman, one should anticipate such consequences.

Hadriel Wilson slammed into the wall, coughing intensely, blood leaking from between his teeth, his body tortured by pain and heat, yet utterly powerless.

Now he understood he'd been tricked.

A fear of death loomed over him.

No, there's something more terrifying than death in this world—those two people before him.

"Don't go too far and kill him." Aurelia Shaw frowned in displeasure, "If he dies, I won't get to enjoy the show later."

Mason Nightshade took a deep breath, suppressing the rage in his chest, returning to her side, raising an eyebrow to ask, "Do we have to play like this?"

Aurelia Shaw did not reply, simply raising her eyebrow to meet his gaze.

Mason Nightshade sighed softly, his eyes sweeping up and down her body, relieved to see she wasn't in any disarray or harmed.