Visiting the main residence of the Twin Dragon Clan's owner was something Ferdi really didn't want to do. He was a neutral party responsible for maintaining security and stability in the two constantly feuding regions, even though they had never declared war. However, the dark history between the Northern and Southern territories had long been known. Ferdi was one of the few who had been involved to some extent in resolving their disputes.However, there was one thing that Ferdi couldn't simply ignore. He couldn't underestimate the assistance of the ruler of the Twin Dragon Clan, as it had saved his younger sister from a kidnapping that had ended quite dramatically five years ago. If it weren't for Sam's subordinates and the intervention of that man, Ferdi didn't know what fate Felly would have faced.Unfortunately, Ferdi couldn't take matters into his own hands because the culprit was skillfully protected by Hasolomone, with Quassano being the main mastermind. Remembering the events
The beautiful girl with black hair hadn't forgotten about lunch earlier. It was lively, noisy, with many conversations that Beatrice didn't really understand. But she could see that they were all familiar with each other. Their faces also hinted at a close kinship. Just like Sam, who casually enjoyed his portion. Sitting at the end of the table, he ate heartily, not paying much attention to the conversations happening around the large dining table.Perhaps for Sam, as long as it didn't disturb his enjoyment of the meal that Ute served for him, it didn't matter. Sometimes, he would even join in with some remarks made by his subordinates. Beatrice thought that it might create an awkward impression. Unfortunately... that was just her own thoughts. Maybe what Ute said about it being a "home" for most of Sam's subordinates was true. They found their own comfort here.Beatrice pursed her lips slightly. She didn't expect to see such familiarity in this relatively large house, mostly painted
Eland crossing its legs. Smoke had been billowing from between its fingers since earlier. Its dark eyes refused to release the figure in front of it."You're still not talking?" it asked softly. But, beware, Eland's soft voice was akin to the most terrifying chant ever heard. The hair on one's neck would stand on end and certainly not want to hear Eland's voice in this state again."There's nothing I can say. Nothing," retorted the interlocutor. Although his voice trembled and was filled with fear, there was still a trace of courage in him."Before Sam finds out, An." Eland straightened his back slightly. He extinguished the cigarette that was still burning."But what I did wasn't to trap the Boss. Not at all!" Anne stood up. Her eyes stared unwaveringly at Eland, who remained relaxed in his position. "I just want Tony's shooter to be found! That's all, Eland.""I know," interjected Eland quickly. "But your approach was wrong."Anne turned away. Her lips began to tremble, trying to ho
"I miss you, Beatrice!" Hera exclaimed as soon as she saw her friend in the cafeteria. She sat down calmly, enjoying her favorite grilled meat. Beatrice almost choked from Hera's tight hug."Same here, I miss you too," Beatrice replied, returning the hug just as tightly. "But let me eat first. I'm hungry. I've missed the food in this restaurant so much."Hera chuckled. "Where have you been, Beatrice? I looked for you at your house, but you weren't there. Your neighbor said you ran away."Beatrice grinned. "Yeah, I ran away," she joked playfully. She took a big spoonful of her portion of noodle soup. However, her words contradicted the reality she was facing. It felt painful, but Beatrice couldn't express it so easily."Why?" Hera still couldn't believe it.Beatrice, whom she knew, rarely avoided problems. She was a girl who dared to speak up. However, Beatrice hadn't been to campus for over a month. Her phone suddenly became inactive too. Beatrice seemed to have disappeared into thin
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