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"You...?!" Anna was dumbfounded. 

"Do you still remember me?" The portly man with dyed green hair asked with a grin that she felt was annoying. 

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Of course, she did remember him. He was Vilfred Stetson. They'd attended the same academy. It was said that he was an orphan and the apple of his stupidly rich uncle's eye. 

A troublemaker he was back then. He got into fights often, and when asked why he initiated the fight, he would often say, 'Sigh, I did it out of sheer boredom.'

He was expelled in his second senior year because there were numerous petitions against him. The last thing she heard about him was that his uncle had sent him abroad to an institute that was supposed to sharpen him into a responsible person. Looking at him now, he was worse than a failed product.

So he was the boss of this place? How?

And the sickening thing was that, for her family to be safe, she needed a fucking triple 'S' from him!

If she could go back in time, no way would she agree to the family trip. Then she and her family would not be in this situation. At the damned mercy of someone like him!

"I bet you're happy to see me," he remarked, his annoying smile still plastered across his face.

She scoffed and folded her arms, averting her eyes to look elsewhere. The sight of his form sickened her.

"You know, it was quite fun seeing you being cared for by a total of 16 men," he stressed the last two words, a glint of amusement in his eyes.

"You..." She was now looking at him, but his words had rendered her speechless. What kind of comeback could she make? She couldn't deny his words. 

She felt rage towards this bastard. He had succeeded in turning her from a faithful housewife to a slut queen.

"What?!" He raised a brow in askance, "Didn't you enjoy every second of it? You've already birthed a beautiful daughter. Caramia was it...?"

"You..."

He put a finger to his lips, "Shush, Anna,"

Despite his gesture, she still opened her mouth to speak, but was horrified to find that her voice was gone. She clutched at her throat while fixing her gaze on Vilfred in despair. She kept trying to speak but was only able to emit weird sounds.

"Remember, years ago, when I asked you out?"

Anna gritted her teeth, hands fisted by her sides, her body trembling as her chest rose and fell. 'This bastard!' She thought as a strong wave of rage surged through her system.

"Excuse me, my parents got wedded before they had me, so don't you dare call me a bastard ever again. Disobey and bear the aftermath," Vilfred told her, the warning in his tone conspicuous, making her involuntarily gulp, a flicker of fear crossing her face.

So this ex-classmate had mind-reading powers? How did he even become the boss of this weird place?

"Get down on your knees," Vilfred ordered, his look smug as he pointed at the floor, "...right now,"

She scowled, totally unwilling to heed his command.

"If you don't feel comfortable kneeling, I can motivate you," he told her, wearing a sinister grin, "...with your husband's head,"

At that, her eyes flung wide open, and she gasped before covering her mouth with her palms. Putting down her hands, ultimately, she shook her head repeatedly in a panic.

"Then, be good. No master enjoys having a pet that doesn't follow commands," he expressed with a chill in his voice.

In a frantic manner, she nodded before descending to her knees, her movements lacking fluidity.

"Remember when I wanted to date you?"

She nodded. Of course, she did, but she turned him down. After all, which female in her right mind would date such a wild person who loved trouble more than breakfast?

Back then, he wasn't chubby at all but had a body that could make any male envious, even though he had an ordinary face.

He never wore shirts buttoned. Every outfit revealed either his chest or his abs, or better still, both. His hair was also sprayed basically almost every week, and he even later sported a Mohawk hairstyle and a neck and arm tattoo, which was fully against school rules.

And he had a few air-headed minions who also thought they were above the academy. They quickly disbanded, and some repented after hearing he'd been suddenly transferred by his uncle.

She wasn't at fault for turning him down back then, and even if she were to go back in time, she still wouldn't agree to going on a date with him.

"Do you know, if you had agreed to go on a date with me, for even one day, your family wouldn't be in this situation?"

She gazed at the floor, clamping her lips together since she was incapable of speech right now. She also placed her trembling hands on her thighs.

"I'm quite a petty person, you should know that." His tone dripped with superiority, and she couldn't refute.

"Now, the lives of your dear relatives are in my palm. As long as I give the order, their heads will roll and my men will have new balls to play with."  He paused, letting her tension rise enough so she looked at him. "You have to do everything I tell you to. Am I clear?"

She nodded vigorously.

"Speak!" He commanded her.

Though puzzled, she still opened her mouth and to her surprise, she could really speak, "Yes, sir."

"You must refer to me as Master." 

"Yes, Master," she nodded, her voice meek.

"Go into the bathroom, wear whatever you find in the package and then return on your knees,"

"Yes, Master,"