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The room was stuffy, with minimal lighting, filled with choking smoke and the lingering smell of alcohol permeating the air. In some corners of the room, there were bottles of leftover drinks scattered somewhat messily. Cigarette butts were also scattered around, along with empty glasses from consuming the beverages."Did you, do it?" someone behind the large table in the corner asked. The lighting there was adequate, coming from the intentionally lit reading lamp."Yes, Boss," one of the several people in the room spoke up.None of them dared to look directly at the questioner. The oppressive atmosphere in the room intensified as the questioner rose from his seat and walked slowly toward the man who answered the question."Did you check the place?" he asked."Y-yes, Boss."The questioner grinned slightly. "Did you make sure it's clean?"Once again, the respondent spoke with nervousness because being near the questioner was incredibly intimidating. "Y-yes, Boss."Although the answer s
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On the nights when Beatrice slept in Sam's room, an overwhelming fear enveloped her. She woke up several times, worried that the room's owner would enter and ambush her. Considering Sam's previous actions, it wasn't impossible for it to happen again, right?However, it seemed that God was very kind by allowing Beatrice to sleep soundly for the past three days.Her only companions were Anne and Ute, who occasionally visited her. Even then, their conversations were limited because they had other tasks to attend to. Meanwhile, Beatrice could only pace around the room, grumbling with frustration. The walls of Sam's room served as witnesses to her angry muttering."Hey, Beatrice," Anne greeted cheerfully. She held a bag with the logo of a well-known mall in the Southern District."Thank goodness you're here, Anne." Beatrice immediately welcomed the girl whom she considered a friend here. Who else did she know in this house and was familiar enough with? "What did you bring?"Anne simply sho
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Ute looked startled. "Oh... no, no. I'm afraid. You were asked to stay in this room only."Beatrice's shoulders slumped weakly. "I feel really uncomfortable, Ute. I haven't moved at all."Ute became conflicted."Come on, Ute. Besides, it's just the kitchen. I won't go anywhere."Beatrice's eyes hoped that Ute would grant her request. No, Beatrice had no plans to escape because from the balcony of her room, she observed that the security in this house was tight. She still valued her life. She didn't want what Sam said earlier to come true.She was treated like a dog's food in this house."Next time, please tell me, Ute."Ute’s words made Beatrice smile widely. Well... at least she wouldn't be stuck in this room anymore. Whatever Ute was talking about, it seemed to have succeeded in getting Beatrice to move out of Sam's room. Beatrice even screamed with joy."Thank you," she said, half hugging Ute.Beatrice's action made Ute laugh cheerfully. Even though there were two people following
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Gerald puffed on the cigar in his hand. His eyes occasionally gazed straight at the vast green field. The surrounding trees provided a soothing view, with their branches and leaves swaying gently. The gentle breeze added to the serene atmosphere, creating a sense of peace within.Unfortunately, Gerald wasn't the type of person who enjoyed being surrounded by such tranquility. If it weren't for his interest in meeting the old man who was engrossed in playing golf, Gerald wouldn't want to be here."Alfred will finish his session in five minutes," whispered Paul to Gerald. Gerald slowly stopped playing with the cigar, the leader of the Eagle Wing, in response to Paul's information. Gerald nodded."But, Boss, there's something you should know," Paul continued. Gerald furrowed his brow, creating visible creases on his forehead."Sam is also here."Just as Paul spoke, the person he mentioned arrived. Sam walked confidently with firm steps. There were two people accompanying him, as usual. I
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Beatrice's legs trembled violently. She could no longer sit still. The two people who constantly watched her were standing not far from her. Beatrice's eyes often wandered towards the wide-open door, as if waiting for its owner to enter this room.Yet, besides planning to make cupcakes, today she also wanted to learn how to cook grilled fish with garlic seasoning. A few days ago, Ute had served her that dish. But unfortunately, her aspirations had to be put on hold due to the news of Sam's return. What prayers could she offer to be free from this tense situation?She couldn't hope for bad news to come. As long as she was allowed out of that room, whispers about a person who was shot and killed reached Beatrice's ears. Although she wasn't sure what kind of person Tony was, it seemed like he was decent and well-known in this household. But when she thought about it, shouldn't they all know each other? They were... a group, right? A mischievous gang. They should stick together and be ins
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The previous question made Beatrice turn her face away. She dared not look at Sam anymore. She also cursed herself for getting carried away with the treatment of this thug whom she should despise."Remember the rule I gave you, Beatrice," Sam said as he tilted Beatrice's chin. This time, he wasn't rough. "Don't turn your face away from me when I'm talking.""Yes," Beatrice whispered."Tell me what you did while I was gone."Beatrice blinked slowly."You left this room, right? What was my instruction before I left?"Suddenly, fear filled Beatrice."What?" Sam asked with a tone that made the fear in Beatrice's mind grow. "Answer!""I-I wasn't allowed to leave this room.""And then? Why did you do it?""I-I... I couldn't spend all my time in this room!" Beatrice tried hard to gather her remaining courage. Despite trembling, she managed to create some distance between herself and Sam. "I could die of boredom in here!"Sam nodded slowly. He also moved away from Beatrice, knowing that she s
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The photo in her hand transformed into a crumpled mess. She repeatedly squeezed the photo until it lost its shape. "Bastard!" Then she threw it in a random direction. She immediately stood up and grabbed the bag hanging nearby. "Sam, you bastard!" she cursed.Anabella walked agitatedly. Her eyes glared with anger, disregarding the fact that the informant was following her."Hey," she called out to her, who knows how many times. But Bella was consumed by fury. Her only destination was Sam's house. Since her rejection at Flown Discotheque, Bella hadn't returned there. She chose to take refuge in one of Sam's temporary bases on the outskirts of the South Region. It was a place where Sam would usually visit and meet her after taking care of his business out there.Unfortunately, Bella didn't expect that Sam had changed his course. Going home? Meeting Beatrice? That damn brat! Bella wouldn't stay silent. No way! Who was Beatrice? Trying to remove herself from that house? From Sam's life? I
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The only thing Beatrice really enjoyed in Sam's room was soaking in the tub. She filled the large bathtub with some water and bubbles. She would immerse herself up to her neck and could spend one to two hours just bathing. After that, she would help Ute or have a casual conversation with Anne in one corner of Sam's room.However, when the owner returned, Beatrice didn't dare to get back in the bathtub. Although she really wanted to soak and get rid of the nervousness she had been feeling. Thinking about what if Sam broke in through this door and... no, no. Beatrice shouldn't think about other bad things. She wanted to bathe without disturbance and without fear.She washed her hands several times, trying to clean the remnants of their activities that still lingered in Beatrice's mind. Even though, if examined closely, her hands were already clean and fragrant. There was no longer Sam's distinctive aroma there. But..."Don't tremble, Beatrice," Sam said with a sly grin. "Only like this,
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