"F*ck! What's your problem? Why did you punch me? Are you insane?" he screamed angrily. He locked his gaze on Cristine. Cristine simply has a laid-back demeanor.
"Hmm, am I insane? Maybe you, you have a brain problem," Cristine responds gently and slowly, clearly mocking. Cristine smiled sweetly at him.
"Don't try me, Missy. I even hit a lady. Don't act like you're hard to get," the man with dark black curly hair yelled angrily. After all, who wouldn't be enraged if they were punched?
"It's because she doesn't want you, dude," the arrogant guy with platinum blonde hair explained. "Sorry, maybe she likes me more."
Cristine threatens the two boys, "As if I like you, don't dare to touch me or else you'll regret everyth
"Mommy, please treat me, I'm scared," says the child.The child's voice is sweet and gentle. Tristan managed to keep his tears at bay. Hearing the child's voice, Cristine softens. She was astonished, though, when she remembered that this kid had called her Mommy. What exactly are you talking about, Mommy?Cristine was still uncertain, so she clarified, "Who is your Mommy?" "Me?" Cristine asked skeptically, pointing at herself.The child called out, "Mommy, please?" Cristine wasn't certain that this kid was acting, but his voice was so sad."Okay, okay, you can stop crying now, you'll look like a girl," she agreed at the end. Cristine pretended to be upset and said, "I will treat you gently.""Thank you, Mom, you're the best.
"Is he your brother, Mom?" " Little Tristan inquired, a smile on his face as he cuddled Cristine. When little Tristan acts coquettish, Cristine feels soft.Cristine softly informed young Tristan, touching the little kid's thick black hair, "Yeah, he is."Young Master was taken aback and asked, "What Mom? Is that your son?" How did she end up with such a big son? Tristan's eyes narrowed slightly as he scrutinized the kid. Cristine's child does not resemble Cristine."Yes, Why? Do you have anything to say?" Cristine scowled at Tristan, her gaze warning him not to say anything stupid.The young master persisted in interrogating Cristine, "Are you kidding me?" He wasn't convinced in the least. Is this her biological chi
Cristine wasn't picked up by Clyde. Clyde isn't answering Cristine's phone calls, so she has no idea where he is right now. She doesn't want to be late for anything."Mom, I'm going now because I can't wait for my brother; just tell him I went first," Cristine said, adding, "Thank you Mom.""You don't have a driver's license yet, do you?" her mother inquired, concerned. Her mother's eyes squinted with interest as she looked at her."Don't worry, Mom," Cristine shrugged, laughing, "I won't let myself get caught."Cristine's mother simply raised her eyebrows and agreed with Cristine's attitude.Cristine, on the other hand, has already obtained a license. Bria
The man rushed over to Cristine to grab her, but not before greeting him with his fist. He was punched by her. The man sat down, his face red with sorrow. Cristine was perplexed by the man; it was only the first strike, and he couldn't take it?He's way too weak. Cristine had already kicked him viciously before he could stand. When it comes to enemies, she is unforgiving."Supremo!" exclaimed the other guys, who were taken aback. They had no idea this girl was a bit of a fighter. She hits without hesitation and with such ruthlessness."You've got our Supremo there, but you can't fight all of us, and you're just a female," a man said arrogantly. While carrying a metal tube, the man approached her.Cristine was dissat
Cristine was the leader of a gang. Yes, you read that correctly. For years, she's been a part of the underworld's society. Their group's goal, though, is to achieve balance and peace. They fight as well, but it depends on the situation. They battle for survival. Along the journey, they also assist those in need.Cristine inquired about their names as they drove.Vince is a shy yet articulate guy. Supremo was the name given to Mark. Rey is the most conceited member of the group. The rest were James and Dale, who were not particularly talkative but more attentive. Dale was calmly eyeing everyone, and Christian was another injured person.Cristine reasoned that she was bringing everyone to her hospital, so it would be understandable if they noticed one or two. She had previousl
"What's the deal with your pitying expression, young lady?" Tristan was skeptical about Cristine's appearance. He has his suspicions about Cristine's behavior. There must be some problems."No, I was simply thinking about something really sad." “It's not about you," Cristine shrugged, as if it were nothing."Let's go to our lectures," Cristine said, trying to shift their focus away from the fact that they were late."Wait, Cris, what about your car?" Clyde inquired, his brows furrowed."Of course, I'll park it right now." “Remember how you blocked my path?" Cristine gave Clyde a sneering look. Her brother is a jerk at times.Hannah was perplexed. "Is this you
The lesson was called off early. An emergency meeting was called by the teachers. She begged her brother for permission to go home first. She wanted to see the members of her group."Light Saviors'' is the name of Cristine's underground group. For the welfare of the people, the group members approved this group name. Light serves as a reminder that there is still hope, and saviors serve as reminders that there are still individuals who will defend them from harm. Their group name represented the people's hope.Because they always wear masks, no one knows who is in their group. Their group is mysterious, which has piqued the interest of other groups.Vanessa is ill, so Cristine must pay her a visit, hoping she will recover. Vincent was not called by Cristine. She wants to cat
Loved ones, brother, and friend? That is terrible.By the way, just because you're weak doesn't mean you can't accomplish anything. It does not imply that you are weak or that you lack potential. And it's not because you're weak; you've always been like that. It has no bearing on who you are.The strong will be ordinary without the presence of the weak.Everyone has a weak side and a strong side. People's eyes were just blinded to how society operates and what the current trend is. How humans are classified as puppets by society and how society controls everything."How much do they want in exchange?" Cristine inquired, her eyes narrowing. Where should these boys earn money when they're simply kids? Those were vicio