⁸LIKE AN ANGRY CHIHUAHUA

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LIKE AN ANGRY CHIHUAHUA

Ryo didn't notice, but his emotional state made a complete 180-degree turn, as if he were not feeling dramatic a while ago.

“Hey, why not tell me? Maybe I can help you, since I don't know. ”

And because Ryo feels like an intruder in his life, sadness doesn't seem to know when to stop; it hurts not just his heart but his head, totally forgetting the chaos he had just gone through.

“…”

Staring at nothing, Ryo sighs, and his nerves calm down.

Thanks to the disturbance of whom he thought was a prostitute, Ryo gathered himself and stood on two feet, proud and mighty.

“Hey? Are you ok now? You seem fast in changing emotions; are you perhaps bipolar? Oh? What happened to your feet”?

Iro tries to joke to make the Omega feel that he is not a threat. He is about to make another fair joke, just talking more nonsense, but his concern about Ryo's appearance reigns.

Ryo looks like a beggar with wounds screaming that he just got out of a cat fight, which makes Iro see him in a little too cute perspective.

Like an angry Chihuahua that wants to scare its owner but its small appearance fails it

In the end, Ryo ignored the blubbering and noticed what state he was in; after eyeing his poor feet, all black from walking like the dead, he extended his hands to reach someone in front.

His fingers chasing up the chest, he must admit the muscles underneath the clothes are toned and hard.

The electrifying fingers gave Iro goosebumps, and he stiffened at his post. The action caught him off guard, losing focus, and he was thinking hard not to think anything dirty.

As if those fingers were touching his bare skin.

But the fire was thrown into a cold pit, and he almost lost his balance.

“I said! Leave me alone, and don't ever show your face to me. Never again.”

Walking past him with cash falling on the ground, Iro couldn't help but shake his head, laughing insanely, his lower region rather killing him.

“He was already fierce when he left me this morning; now I see him crying like a wet kitten, and the next second, he became a tigress; what's with my Omega? ”

He said, while watching the back of Ryo, holding a phone.

Iro signed a thumbs-up to the other person inside the car, who was rolling his eyes, seeing the flashing smile around the corner of Iro's lips, picking money off the ground like a homeless man.

Nigel just sighed and left the situation in Iro's hands.

“I bet he got the right Omega, but he also went nuts in the process. Anyway, he is old enough to know what's right and wrong. I can't be bothered.”

Iro arrives at the company using a private road that was made for him; he can't afford to show himself with that kind of grace, or all of his plans will be wasted.

Inside the car, he was sitting cross-legged, staring into nothingness, but his mind was lingering on that hot sensation.

Then his lips quivered in an unknown manner; he was given a name that he didn't imagine he could have.

“DIRTY MALE PROSTITUTE,” he tested the word to himself, but it gave him chills of disgust, unlike how the wild Tigre's said it to him as if choking his true inner gender that was put to sleep for a long time; his inside was wailing like a thug.

He sucked a mouthful of air and unconsciously put his fingertip to his lips, his mouth no longer quivering but smiling like a psycho.

“I can't let him be free for that long; I must do what I must do so I can have him locked up as soon as possible and press his perfect body underneath mine.”

He just stopped his crazy lips when he felt Nigel staring from the front mirror; he acted like he was sleepy and stretched his arm.

“A mysterious CEO like me is called a rapist; that's so nasty,” he thought and smirked.

Being mysterious, he was wearing a silver mask covering three-fourths of his face, revealing half of his lips.

For the past three years, he fought so hard to survive, to gain a name to protect those whom he cares about.

He cannot showcase his power, his overwhelming capabilities, and his identity behind a mask.

Iro has grown his massive influence everywhere, be it underground, real estate, or the entertainment industry; he owns the world like a gem rolling in his hand.

But even though he's the most powerful man you could ever hear, it's not enough. He wants full control of everything to avenge the pain and suffering of his beloved mother.

He's like a virus expanding here and there dramatically without ceasing, whereas provoking him is like a nightmare manifesting in you.

The power and authority are like salt on the wound, making you fall into the abyss, and like breathing he can destroy without refuting; he was also the man behind Reesidex, the large leading company of uprising technology.

Since he was young, he had to play hard to overcome the many traps inside his prestigious family to save his beloved Enigma mother and little brother.

He lives like a beggar outside, only to be saved on his last breath by Reese, an old man who rules the underground. He was the one who clothed and trained Iro to be the man he is now.

Not until one fateful night did Reese meet with an accident—not an ordinary car accident, but planned by someone he knew. He was killed because someone was not happy to hear he was still alive and might become a hindrance to his plan of becoming a powerful House of Enigma.

It was revealed that he was the twin brother of his grandfather Rowan. Who was thrown out because of the family's belief that twins must not live together and the weak shall die.