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
Bella shivered in her sleep. Despite being covered with a thick blanket, the pain throughout her body prevented her from moving much. How could she have had a peaceful night's sleep? Every time she remembered how Beatrice had acted, she felt the urge to beat the woman once again. Her carefully planned scheme had fallen apart.Even her cunning attempts to gain sympathy from Sam were no longer effective. In the past, it was so easy for her to divert Sam's attention from other women. But now? Not only did he avoid looking at her, he rarely even glanced at other women.And who was to blame for all this?Beatrice!Yes! That girl was like a leech and filth that she desperately wanted to get rid of. Unfortunately, getting rid of Beatrice wasn't easy."Damn it!!!" Bella cursed, unable to accept it. "I won't stay silent, Beatrice. I won't! You bitch!!!" she yelled loudly.Nevertheless, she winced again because of the pain on the corner of her injured lip.Her bedroom door was suddenly opened,
Hera appeared surprised to find Anne around her campus, as if deliberately waiting for her to pass through the boring classes. Hera didn't have many friends in her class, only close to Beatrice and Anwar. But today, Anwar was in a different class, so Hera chose to be alone.Her message to Beatrice was replied to three hours ago. Hera intended to visit Beatrice, but where was her friend now? She had no idea.Just Beatrice's arrival at the campus was already shocking. And then leaving just like that? It left Hera with many questions because she felt that Beatrice was hiding something.Oh Damn! Beatrice always manages to surprise."Hey An," Hera greeted with a smile on her face. "What's up?""Just wanted to see you, Her."Hera's curiosity grew. "It's not like you to be like this." She approached. Anne's face looked gloomy, much gloomier than before. "Are you okay?"Anne tried to force a smile. "Trying to be okay, to be precise."Hera chose to stay silent. She was confused about how to re
"Ah!" A moan escaped the woman's mouth as she slightly lifted her buttocks.Displaying how beautiful her backside was to play with and teasing her master to become more aroused by her. If her master was pleased, the money she would receive would be even greater.Meanwhile, her master continued to thrust without paying attention to the woman's moans and cries. To him, they were just instruments to satisfy his desires. Whenever he needed them, he could easily obtain them.Just like now. While playing golf with excitement, winning more frequently either because his opponents were pathetic or he was too skillful, he didn't care. As his hand reached in to retrieve the ball that fell into the hole at the end, in his fantasy, that hand played in a wet, slick place, gripping its fingers tightly. And..."Rara, come here," he commanded one of the caddy girls who faithfully accompanied him.The girl's attire was extremely revealing. Her red polo shirt intentionally left unbuttoned, revealing her
Sam growled in frustration. The car Rulli was driving came to a sudden halt as a barrage of gunfire was directed at them. "Why did you stop?" Sam snapped, displeased."There are too many barricades, Boss," Rulli replied."Tsk!" This time it was Hugo speaking up. "Push through!" He grabbed one of the prepared weapons."Karl, protect me!" Hugo ordered, pressing a device on his communication device. The screen, which had been shaking, began to display signals again, but all communication shifted to wireless."Done, Boss."Like Hugo, Sam also took a long-barreled weapon. It was no problem for either of them to handle firearms. Although they rarely used them directly, they regularly trained in the jungles of the Southern region.Rulli glanced through the rearview mirror and knew what he had to do. Meanwhile, Thomas also prepared, with the car's dashboard filled with weapons. The car's windows were lowered, and Thomas launched an attack on the heavily armed enemies in front of them. Similar
"Can you contact your mom, Ra?" Beatrice asked anxiously. She didn't know what they were actually facing, but everyone helping them to get out of this house seemed tense."Yes. Someone picked her up half an hour ago and said it was Bang Sam's people," replied Beatrice with relief. Anne, who had been waiting for news about Hera's mother, also expressed her relief. "Thank goodness," she said with a sigh of relief. Then she went back to her laptop screen, which controlled several things, especially related to Sam's main headquarters."Boss," Anne greeted as she saw Sam's face appear in the corner of her laptop screen."Is everything taken care of?""Yes. There's a decoy signal left that I'll launch in five minutes," Anne responded.Sam nodded."Has everyone followed what I wanted?""Yes."Again, Sam nodded. "Don't lose sight of Gerald and his men. Contact Ferdi once Gerald's perimeter is crossed.""Understood, Boss." Anne wasn't someone who liked to ask a lot of questions, but Sam's orde
Beatrice was amazed by the scenery in front of her. The clear, tranquil blue expanse of the sea had been filling her eyes for the past half hour. She sat in the yard—whether it was a villa, resort, or some other kind of accommodation, she didn't care. The place was quite spacious, with the backyard directly facing the beach.Beatrice could have run along the shoreline, played with the waves, or simply sat and soaked her feet, waiting for the waves to wash up on the shore. Unfortunately, she didn't want to do any of that.Occasionally, she glanced back, hoping that the person she was waiting for would arrive soon. But... nothing. The person she was waiting for didn't show up. Not a single message, phone call, or news came through. Beatrice sighed deeply, not knowing how many times she had done so."Where could they be?" Beatrice whispered. She closed her eyes again, worried. Very worried. The sound of gunfire had truly thrown her into turmoil. Was Sam hurt?
"What are we waiting for here, then? Do you want to live comfortably without fighting back against Gerald, Anne?" Rocky, a dreadlocked man, asked angrily. "Sam is defending Tony, what about you? Sitting comfortably here, right? Under Sam's protection? If I were you, I wouldn't hesitate to take up arms."Anne sighed in frustration. She glanced at the screen to monitor, but her heart was boiling. The words were not meant to corner her. Anne knew that, but she couldn't leave her post. There were things she had to take care of and ensure their safety.Beatrice."Anne, what's on the screen?" Valdo pointed, immediately diverting Anne's attention there."Gerald?"Anne immediately expanded the range of the available CCTV. "Empty. Flown is empty, Val."Valdo sighed softly. "Did Sam not give any signals? But his car is moving, right?"The girl fell silent. Once again, she clarified Sam's car movement with more accurate captures. "It's them," An