The jaw of the sturdy man clenched tightly. It made a rather loud and terrifying sound accompanied by his piercing gaze. His hand tightly gripped a glass filled with thick red liquid.Perhaps due to the pressure he felt, the glass eventually shattered, producing a cracking sound that made everyone in the room flinch.However, no one dared to speak.Only one voice reached the man's ears, the only thing that could save that person was mercy. Unfortunately, the owner of the room was not someone who enjoyed playing with mercy. He was known to be ruthless and brutal towards his enemies or those he deemed incompetent, earning him a reputation similar to the angel of death.The glass shards seemed to have injured his palm, but he didn't care. The drops of blood that started to seep, moistening his work desk, were also disregarded. In his mind, there was only one name he wanted to destroy: Samuel."Damn it!" he exclaimed, slamming the table.The new
The gust of wind in the quiet public cemetery messed up her hair even more. But the girl didn't care. All she felt was a painful emptiness. Her tears had dried up, grieving the departure of half of her heart.Although they hadn't been in a relationship for long, Anne and Tony had known each other for a while. Growing up and spending most of their time at the Twin Dragons headquarters had made them close. Even though Sam often asked Tony to oversee the construction of one of the malls, Tony regularly visited the large white-painted house. Besides reporting on the progress, he also came to meet Anne, who rarely left the house."I'm too lazy to deal with the streets again," Anne joked, stating her reason. "My issues with the police never seem to end."" Sam will take care of it for you, An," he replied."Sometimes I wonder, what does Sam actually do? Always cleaning up his subordinates' mess.""That's why, An," Tony approached, tidying up Anne's messy hair. "Let's not cause trouble anymo
Bella couldn't understand the girl standing in front of her. There was no fear in the eyes that were now staring at her. Black, round, and seemingly innocent. Bella knew that behind those eyes was a figure she wanted to crush completely. Despite giving a clear warning to the girl, it seemed that she was either deaf or felt like she owned this room?Truly arrogant!"So, you're not leaving?" Bella sneered sarcastically. "This isn't your room, bitch.""I'm not a bitch, damn it!" Beatrice cursed loudly. She didn't care about the position the girl who barged into Sam's room held, even though she herself didn't want to stay in here either. But she was just about to fall asleep.Oh God! What time is it? Didn't the two people guarding outside have any thoughts? Why did they let this girl in?And what did she say earlier? Bitch? Doesn't that woman have a mirror? Who looks like a bitch now? Beatrice was wearing decent sleepwear. Everything was covered. She couldn't even sleep with as little clo
She was not satisfied with just verbal abuse. Her hands and feet still wanted to deliver blows. Not to mention her mouth, which still wanted to curse. Beatrice didn't care if her whole body was bruised, injured, scraped, or even reddened from the punches she received, which were no joke.For Beatrice, a woman's mouth like Bella's deserved to be beaten until satisfied.She arrogantly insulted people with excessive words. Who is Bella in Sam's grand house anyway? As far as Beatrice could remember, Bella was just a troublemaker. Someone who yelled and gave orders, and supposedly a woman who was always by Sam's side.But did Beatrice believe it?At first, yes, but the longer she stayed here, the image of Bella became just words. Sam was never with Bella. He was always with Hugo or other subordinates.If Sam were to get angry at Beatrice later, she wouldn't be afraid. She was innocent. She defended Ute and the peace in this house. Only a woman with an unsound mind would scream in the middl
Bella shivered in her sleep. Despite being covered with a thick blanket, the pain throughout her body prevented her from moving much. How could she have had a peaceful night's sleep? Every time she remembered how Beatrice had acted, she felt the urge to beat the woman once again. Her carefully planned scheme had fallen apart.Even her cunning attempts to gain sympathy from Sam were no longer effective. In the past, it was so easy for her to divert Sam's attention from other women. But now? Not only did he avoid looking at her, he rarely even glanced at other women.And who was to blame for all this?Beatrice!Yes! That girl was like a leech and filth that she desperately wanted to get rid of. Unfortunately, getting rid of Beatrice wasn't easy."Damn it!!!" Bella cursed, unable to accept it. "I won't stay silent, Beatrice. I won't! You bitch!!!" she yelled loudly.Nevertheless, she winced again because of the pain on the corner of her injured lip.Her bedroom door was suddenly opened,
Hera appeared surprised to find Anne around her campus, as if deliberately waiting for her to pass through the boring classes. Hera didn't have many friends in her class, only close to Beatrice and Anwar. But today, Anwar was in a different class, so Hera chose to be alone.Her message to Beatrice was replied to three hours ago. Hera intended to visit Beatrice, but where was her friend now? She had no idea.Just Beatrice's arrival at the campus was already shocking. And then leaving just like that? It left Hera with many questions because she felt that Beatrice was hiding something.Oh Damn! Beatrice always manages to surprise."Hey An," Hera greeted with a smile on her face. "What's up?""Just wanted to see you, Her."Hera's curiosity grew. "It's not like you to be like this." She approached. Anne's face looked gloomy, much gloomier than before. "Are you okay?"Anne tried to force a smile. "Trying to be okay, to be precise."Hera chose to stay silent. She was confused about how to re
"Ah!" A moan escaped the woman's mouth as she slightly lifted her buttocks.Displaying how beautiful her backside was to play with and teasing her master to become more aroused by her. If her master was pleased, the money she would receive would be even greater.Meanwhile, her master continued to thrust without paying attention to the woman's moans and cries. To him, they were just instruments to satisfy his desires. Whenever he needed them, he could easily obtain them.Just like now. While playing golf with excitement, winning more frequently either because his opponents were pathetic or he was too skillful, he didn't care. As his hand reached in to retrieve the ball that fell into the hole at the end, in his fantasy, that hand played in a wet, slick place, gripping its fingers tightly. And..."Rara, come here," he commanded one of the caddy girls who faithfully accompanied him.The girl's attire was extremely revealing. Her red polo shirt intentionally left unbuttoned, revealing her
Sam growled in frustration. The car Rulli was driving came to a sudden halt as a barrage of gunfire was directed at them. "Why did you stop?" Sam snapped, displeased."There are too many barricades, Boss," Rulli replied."Tsk!" This time it was Hugo speaking up. "Push through!" He grabbed one of the prepared weapons."Karl, protect me!" Hugo ordered, pressing a device on his communication device. The screen, which had been shaking, began to display signals again, but all communication shifted to wireless."Done, Boss."Like Hugo, Sam also took a long-barreled weapon. It was no problem for either of them to handle firearms. Although they rarely used them directly, they regularly trained in the jungles of the Southern region.Rulli glanced through the rearview mirror and knew what he had to do. Meanwhile, Thomas also prepared, with the car's dashboard filled with weapons. The car's windows were lowered, and Thomas launched an attack on the heavily armed enemies in front of them. Similar