The Deserted Rich Beauty novel Chapter 1101

The sound of screaming, muffled grunts, and cursing i n pain intertwined. At that moment, it was unclear whether Isaac was cursing Clayton or begging for mercy.

Yvette watched the show for a while before she got bored.

"Isaac doesn't even know how to fight. How can he be s o arrogant?”

At least in their circle, every rich kid knew at least a trick or two.

Whether it was to pick up girls or for self-defense, neither were neglected.

Nicole laughed. “Isaac grew up with bodyguards following him, so there was no need for martial arts."

Yvette snorted. “So, now he'll just get beaten up.”

Nicole put away her smile and looked at Clayton, who was sitting on Isaac.

Clayton's usually gentle and elegant demeanor was no longer visible. He looked like a long-dormant beast that was subduing its prey.

His eyes were scarlet and cold without the faintest ripple of emotion.

This side of Clayton Sloan was unfamiliar.

It made Nicole's heart ache.

Although Isaac and Clayton were both from the Sloan family, the pampered Isaac had no fighting skills at all because he was so well protected.

It was clear at a glance that Isaac was coddled.

However, what about Clayton?

Clayton’s moves were skillful, and his strength was ruthless. It was hard to believe that Clayton did not practice those skills through real-life experiences.

At that thought, Nicole stopped feeling admiration for i t.

Her chest felt suffocated. 1

After a long time, Isaac lost the strength to resist.

Isaac collapsed on the ground like a puddle of mush.

He was not responsive.

His face was bruised and bloodied.

Clayton mechanically flung his fist at Isaac.

Nicole could not help but walk forward.

"That's enough..."

Her words made Clayton stop in his movements.

Clayton looked up. The stern darkness in his eyes had not faded away yet.