Witch, Are You Sick?

Inside the council hall of Morgan Manor.

Natasha and Hawkeye were tightly bound and forced to kneel on the smooth marble floor, the biting chill spreading from their knees throughout their bodies.

Even their hearts seemed to have fallen into an ice cellar, suffocating them with despair.

Before them, a handsome young man with red lips and white teeth lounged lazily on a sofa.

His head rested against Tifa's smooth, pale thighs. Beside him, 2B stood holding a bowl of grapes.

She peeled them one by one and fed them into the young man's mouth. Calling this the life of an immortal would not have been an exaggeration.

This young man was none other than the Morgan Family's sole heir—Loren Morgan.

In fact, Natasha and Barton had already gained a fairly detailed understanding of Loren Morgan before this.

But when they saw the young man with their own eyes, his youthful appearance and extraordinary looks still left them stunned.

They truly could not imagine that the person who had killed Pierce before their very eyes a month ago was this young man!

Young—he was simply too young!

At his age, most people were still in high school or their first year of college!

Yet he had already barged into an international organization like the World Security Council to kill someone.

Had they not seen it with their own eyes, they would never have believed it, even if beaten to death.

Sure enough, there was an enormous gap between people.

"Vixen, watch where you're looking. Keep staring at my boss's face, and I'll dig your eyes out."

Seeing Natasha constantly staring at Loren's handsome face, 2B immediately issued a warning.

At that, Tifa, who was serving as Loren's human pillow, wore a gentle expression.

"2B, don't be angry!

Boss is young, rich, and handsome. It's perfectly normal for women to like him. One extra look won't hurt.

You should be more broad-minded. After all, no one can replace your place in boss's heart.

Boss, don't you think I'm right?"

Tifa peeled a grape and gently fed it into Loren's mouth as she asked.

"Mm, that makes a lot of sense. 2B, you should learn from Tifa on that point."

"Boss, I understand. Tifa is right. I'll change."

Hearing Tifa say that no one could replace her place in Loren's heart, 2B felt greatly pleased and immediately stopped being angry.

Meanwhile, Natasha and Barton, forced to kneel on the ground, were speechless as they listened to the three of them talk.

The two women were playing off each other so perfectly that one might have thought they were watching an ancient palace drama!

And Loren, enjoying the blessings of two women, made them even more irritated.

He was so young, yet instead of learning properly, he was either killing people everywhere or indulging in this absurd life with women in both arms.

He did not look like a young man at all!

Just as they were inwardly despising Loren, he sat up straight and slowly walked toward them.

"You two, I gave you a chance. We could have stayed out of each other's way, so why did you insist on opposing me?"

Loren slowly crouched before Natasha, then raised a hand and pinched her beautiful face, the flirtatious intent obvious.

"Do you think your life is especially tough? To be honest, I originally planned to kill you both outright.

But insects like you, whether alive or dead, don't make much difference to me.

So why not maximize your value? Since you two offended me, I should collect some compensation.

You have two hours. Call that damned black egghead director of yours and tell him to bring twenty kilograms of Vibranium to ransom you.

If he doesn't come, then the two of you are in trouble. For the man, I'll castrate him before killing him. As for the woman... guess what I'll do?"

With a wicked smile, Loren hooked a finger beneath Natasha's chin, his gaze extremely invasive.

It made Natasha's scalp tingle.

If anyone else had said such a thing, she would have scoffed and never believed they dared to do it.

But when Loren said it, she had no choice but to believe him.

After all, there was no telling how many people this young man had already killed.

And at such a young age, he was already living a debauched life with women in both arms.

Under such circumstances, it made perfect sense that he might do something even more outrageous.

But when she thought of actually being taken by the handsome young man before her—

She found that she did not seem unable to accept it.

At that thought, her naturally wild personality made a look of anticipation appear on her face instead.

"Wait, what kind of expression is that? You vixen, are you actually enjoying this?"

Seeing that Natasha was not only unafraid, but that her eyes were practically shining—

2B, standing to one side, immediately flew into a rage. She strode over in dissatisfaction and slapped Natasha across the face.

"Witch, are you sick?

Why did you hit me? Your boss is the one harboring improper intentions toward me!

I'm a prisoner right now. If he suddenly gives in to his animal urges, what can I do?

Since I can't resist, then of course I'll close my eyes and enjoy it!

I've already started enjoying it, so what does my expression have to do with you?"

After being slapped, Natasha did not bow her head to 2B. Instead, she spoke as if it were only natural.

Hearing her words, Loren, crouching nearby, found himself speechless.

This woman was rather interesting!

"Boss, are you really going to give in to your animal urges with her?" At that moment, Tifa also came over to Loren's side and asked curiously.

Loren gave an awkward smile and hurriedly denied it. "How could I possibly be that kind of person? She's just overthinking it herself!"

"You pervert, you're slandering me!" Natasha snapped.

Slap! As soon as the words fell, Tifa slapped Natasha again, leaving Natasha completely stunned.

"Don't insult our boss, woman. Hurry up and make the call!"

"!!!!"

Inside S.H.I.E.L.D.'s secret base, Nick Fury looked at Coulson before him with an exceptionally grave expression.

"What did you say? Natasha and Barton were both captured by them?"

"Yes. Natasha was captured before she even entered the manor gates, and Barton, who was two kilometers away, did not escape either."

"Damn it. Has the intelligence been confirmed? Did they see that silver-haired woman?"

"It's confirmed. That silver-haired woman did it.

Besides her, another woman appeared, and she was also very powerful. This was the message Barton sent back before he was captured."

"Two women?"

"Yes."

"Just how many female monsters live in Morgan Manor?!"

Listening to Coulson's report, Nick Fury's expression grew increasingly ugly.

Just then, the secret line in his office rang.

When he answered it, Natasha's voice came through.