Not to mention, Bart even attacked with ease. Although Donald was his target instead of Darius, the entire situation almost endangered Darius’ life.

Considering that much, Donald leaped out of the car and rushed to Darius, who had disembarked from the backseat. “Mr. Reid, how do I tie a strong enough knot to hold someone down?”

Darius’ eyes nearly popped out when he heard that. Nevertheless, he patiently explained the correct method while advancing toward the hotel.

Seeing the two walk further away, Bart glowered. He remained in the backseat with both fists tightly balled on his knees.

Rage consumed his very being as he thought, “Too much happened last night. I was still a wealthy family’s son before, but now, I’ve become a prisoner! That’s what the Gillette family suffered from—and I laughed at them for it! Who’d have known I’d end up in the same situation so soon? I’m Darius’ prisoner too.”

Pursing his lips, he did not say a single word; Bart merely followed behind the two men in