Thinking of this, he was furious, and rushed at the dummy and fired a few more times. While he was lowering his head to change bullets, he saw that hateful figure. That was exactly Emma.

She seemed to be looking for someone. She couldn't hide the anxiety between her eyebrows. Who was she looking for? Something happened at home, and now she's coming over here to look for her lover? He sneered, and thought such a woman would rely on man to live. He was even angrier when thinking that his father forced him to be engaged to this woman. Thinking of this, he took a big step forward and dragged Emma, who looked anxious.

"You! Who are you?" Emma looked at him in panic.

"You're Emma?" Arthur sneered. His grasp left a bruise on her fair arm.

"Who are you?" Emma struggled to dodge, but he would not let go of her.

"Look at your face, it's so fake! How much money did you spend on your face?" Arthur flirtatiously picked at her sharp chin.

"Let go of me, or I'll call the police," Emma glared at him in anger.

The girl was perhaps not as hateful as he thought, but Emma's next words knocked the hell out of his heartache.

"If you don't let go of me, Brother Luis will kill you when he sees you," Emma threatened him.

Arthur sneered. If one did not know David White, then it was justifiable, but if one did not know him, Arthur Hall, then he really should be dead. It’s said that Luis was the secret heir of David. David’s business was involved in smuggling, trafficking and Luis helped him with all of these. Thus, he could sit steadily at home, and wait for Luis to send endless wealth to his hands. Everyone knew that Luis coveted his only daughter, Emma.

"What are you laughing at?" Emma's whole body was chilled by his laugh.

"I'm laughing at your naivety! A man ran away with your White family's wealth, but you're still thinking that he'll come to your rescue! What are you if not naive?" Arthur laughed coldly.

"What are you talking about? How could Brother Luis leave White family," Emma gritted her teeth and her lips turned pale. She couldn’t get through to Luis. Did he really run away? This idea was like an ant gnawing at her heart.

"Believe it or not, time will prove everything!" Arthur wickedly looked at her face that became pale.

"How do you know? Who are you?" Emma stared warily at the handsome, strange man in front of her.

He didn't have a good feeling about her, and so did she.

"Who I am, you will know yourself! It's just that I'm in a bad mood today, how about you accompany me for a few shots?" Arthur looked at her and sneered.

"No," she simply refused without thinking.

"It is not up to you!" Arthur dragged her into his arms. She struggled violently, and he threw her over to the dummy.

"What do you want?" She looked in fear at the dummy that had been shot with a thousand holes by the evil man in front of her and trembled with fear.

"I want you to play with me, what's wrong?" Arthur looked at her innocently.

"You bastard, why are you doing this to me?" Emma was almost too scared to stand up.

With her spine pressed against the cold wall, she saw the dummy was like a hideous Arthur with a cruel smile hung on his lips. And the gun in her hand was already raised.

"No!" Emma subconsciously wanted to escape, but he cruelly yanked her back again.

"You dare to run a little more? Do you believe I will break your neck?" His big rough hand rubbed back and forth on her smooth neck.

"No! Don't do this to me!" She cried, prostrating herself at his feet like a small beast.

The more she did this, the more disgusted Arthur was. It would have been fine if she had resisted, but now he felt that her current fear was all fake, and he hated that feeling.

"You get up," he said, and picked her up from the ground.

"Go back to the dummy, if you dare to move again, I will really shoot you in the head, do you believe it?" Arthur threatened her viciously.

She stubbornly pursed her lips, tears gathered inside her beautiful eyes, her fists clenched tightly. Step by step, she walked next to the dummy, the hatred in her eyes became a little more intense. This shameless man knew a lot about the White family, so who was he anyway? She did not dare to move because she simply did not know who this man in front of her was.

"Are you ready to stand?" Arthur's icy cold voice came.

"Yes," Emma replied with trepidation.

"Louder!" Arthur roared.

"Yes," Emma shivered and spoke louder.

"I couldn't hear you, come again," Arthur's voice came again.

"Yes," Emma gritted her teeth.

"Did you not eat in the morning? I can't hear you, are you standing properly or not?" Arthur's voice came even colder and harsher.

"Yes," Emma closed her eyes and answered loudly.

"Good!" Arthur sneered.

A white light flashed, Emma was so scared that she closed her eyes, only to hear a loud sound. There was no huge pain on her body, so it was clear that his shot was accurate enough. The bullet directly grazed the top of her head and landed on top of her hair.

Before she could react, the second bullet had already hit and landed by her left ear. She didn't dare to relax at all. She thought he would take a break first, but he was shamelessly aiming at her chest. She blushed and her hands subconsciously covered her chest.

“Keep your hands off” Arthur growled

Emma ignored his words and covered her chest tightly. She could not control herself and wanted to resist. She opened her eyes and saw that the damn man was staring at her viciously.

"What are you looking at?" She felt his gaze was unkind, always aiming at her breasts, and she shielded herself in shame.

"Do you want me to burst your breast?" Arthur indulgently nudged her breast with his finger.

"You let me go," she said with tearful eyes.

"It's not funny!" The anger in his heart was relieved a little. He planned to play with the woman step by step since he could not disobey his father’s will.

"Go away," Arthur coldly pushed her away.

"Hmm?" Emma was confused that he was kind enough to let her go.

"Get lost," he yelled.

"What's your name?" She looked at him bravely.

"What's my name?" He sneered, not expecting Emma to ask such a question.