Chapter 468 - 467: Want to Know My Secret

Chapter 468: Chapter 467: Want to Know My Secret

Nathan, who was prepared, naturally wouldn’t let South Grant harm her again.

When South Grant’s fist came forward, Nathan dodged it.

The rib in her chest was broken by South Grant’s punch earlier, and now with every move Nathan made, it hurt excruciatingly.

South Grant quickly discovered the weakness in Nathan’s chest and aimed her punches directly at Nathan’s vulnerable spot.

Her moves were ruthless and each strike was deadly.

Nathan could see her hatred. If it weren’t for immense hatred, how could she be so determined to take someone’s life?

Langston Caldwell said South Grant lacked some talent in martial arts. Though she was agile, she seemed unable to grasp or remember those martial arts moves.

However, the one before Nathan had extraordinary talent, almost too high.

Her strength was immense, and her moves were swift. Nathan soon realized her skills were even better than the last encounter at the bar.

This meant she was getting stronger. The thought of her appearing anytime, possibly never leaving once she decided to stay, worried Nathan even more.

Perhaps because Nathan was distracted, leaving an opening for South Grant to see, she kicked him in the shoulder.

After kicking Nathan far away, South Grant walked towards Nathan. When she lifted her foot to stomp on his chest again, Nathan grabbed her ankle, pulled hard with both hands, and dragged her down onto the sand before flipping her over and pinning her beneath him.

Normally, this version of her would struggle fiercely in such a situation, but now she only had a cold smile on her lips, looking at Nathan with a bizarre grin.

"If you have the guts, kill me. No, you should kill her. Do you dare?"

With a squeeze from Nathan, she would stop breathing. Whether she was the primary or secondary personality, this body would no longer have life, and no personality would ever awaken again.

She was right; Nathan dared not.

"Tell me, why do you appear at this time? What exactly is your purpose for existing?" Nathan said coldly.

South Grant laughed, a boisterous laugh.

"You’ll never know, not in this lifetime. She’s under my control. If I want her to come out, she will; if I don’t, she won’t. You wish to know my secrets—dream on."

At this moment, Nathan’s eyes were icy cold.

The expression seemed genuinely eager to snap South Grant’s neck the next second.

Nathan recalled that the personality despised his intimate contact with her. Every time he tried to kiss her, she would voluntarily disappear.

Perhaps out of threat or anger, Nathan held her neck with one hand and unbuttoned her shirt with the other hand.

The South Grant beneath him sensed Nathan’s move and grasped his intention. She didn’t struggle, just watched Nathan coldly.

"If you want it, take it. I won’t give you another chance to hurt her."

Hearing her words, especially about not hurting her again, made Nathan furrow his brow slightly.

Connecting all of this, she vaguely had an answer in her mind that this secondary personality must be related to herself.

At this point, Nathan tore off his clothes and tied South Grant’s hands. His binding technique was a special military method, making it impossible for South Grant to break free unless she tore her skin. After securing her, Nathan threw her into the back seat of the car.