CHAPTER 42

Traizle

"Can you do that?" I asked, laughing at him.

He can say something about an idea that involves money. A high-paid notion indeed.

"I can! I can buy every inch of them and make them my slaves." Zarsuelo boasted. Smiling creepily at the air.

He is now plotting his move in his mind.

"I will ensure they will suffer as you guys did. I want them to feel that taste of hell," he added. "I'm going to show them that they harmed the wrong people." he muttered again.

Tapping his shoulder. "Matthew, your evil thoughts are going out one by one." I told him.

"Oh? It is—wait, you called me by my name, right?" he asked, surprised.

I arched my eyebrow at him. "Am I?" I asked back as if I didn't know myself.

"Did I hear it wrong? You never called me by my name, though," he replied, unsure. "But I feel like you did. Matthew and Zarsuelo are way too opposite to pronounce. My heart beats faster after you called me." he added.

"Perhaps you misheard me, Zarsuelo," I replied. I was laughing at