The sound of screaming, muffled grunts, and cursing in 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 so 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 Sloa