Chapter 178: Panic and Plots

Sierra stifled her disgust, keeping the whip in her hand. Managing a forced smile, she asked, “Do you have any of those drugs that make people more compliant?”

Kasin raised an eyebrow. “Why? Is Mr. Yeager not cooperating?”

“You don’t need to worry about that!”

After a moment’s thought, Kason replied, “I don’t have any here, but I’ll ask around.”

Sierra lowered her eyelids, concealing her disappointment. Kason remained on guard, avoiding her traps. They fell silent and walked out together.

Parked at a safe distance, Mateo watched Jonathan with a gossipy gaze. “That whip looks pretty intense; she’s not really going to use it on you, is she?”

Jonathan didn’t respond, merely twirling what looked like a ring on his finger. After a long pause, he said, “Remind me not to forget to gouge out his eyes?”

Just thinking about Kason looking at Sierra that way made him want to gouge out Kason’s eyes right then.

Mateo was speechless, afraid to speak further. Those close to Jonathan knew he had a fierce temper, and Mateo, having known him for so long, had never seen him this angry before. Mateo silently prayed for Kason.

As they left, Sierra’s eyes were still covered. She was glad her face was hidden; it allowed her to conceal her true feelings.

Once outside, Kason’s words softened. “Think about what I said today. You can discuss any hesitations with me.”

“Uh-huh!” Sierra responded, acknowledging him.

Just then, her phone rang. She answered, Jonathan’s voice instantly calming her racing heart.

“Why couldn’t I reach your phone? I’ve been trying to call you.”

“The signal’s bad over here,” Sierra replied.

“I just finished up here. Want me to pick you up at the hospital?”

After hanging up, some of the tension left Sierra’s body.

The car was quiet, so Kason heard Sierra’s conversation with Jonathan clearly. Although he couldn’t see Sierra’s face, hearing her speak so softly to Jonathan made him uneasy again. He felt anxious about the real Sierra, but this tender, intimate Sierra made him reluctant to give up. He licked his lips, resolved that Sierra would be his.

The ride back was noticeably quicker than before, confirming Sierra’s suspicion that Kason had taken a detour earlier.

As the car stopped in front of the hospital, Sierra was eager to leave, but she heard Kason say, “Sierra, I’m waiting for your answer.”

Sierra didn’t respond but opened the door and stepped out. Kason watched her walk toward another car. Jonathan emerged, seemingly saying something to Sierra. He clenched his jaw, finding Jonathan increasingly intolerable.

After a moment’s thought, he dialed a number. “Who is Jonathan, exactly? I want to know what would happen if someone messed with him.”

Kason spoke a few more words before hanging up. The person on the other end was Shane, who snickered after the call ended. Mess with Jonathan. That was interesting.

If someone wasn’t afraid to die, he was more than happy to watch the drama unfold. Looking at a photo of Sierra and Jonathan embracing, Shane’s eyes cooled, and he crumpled the picture and tossed it in the trash.

He made another call. “Hello, it’s me! Yes, send Denise over to my place when it’s time.”

After hanging up, Sierra, now inside Jonathan’s car, finally relaxed completely, only then feeling the sweat that had soaked her clothes.

She was about to speak when Jonathan leaned over, his kiss full of displeasure and punishment. Perhaps because of their previous experiences, Sierra wasn’t surprised.

It was only after Jonathan had vented his anger that he released her. Then he took out disinfectant wipes and meticulously cleaned her hands. Once, twice, three times. Jonathan showed no signs of stopping, and Sierra’s hair stood on end.