Sold Bride Of The Mafia Lord
Angela didn't shift her focus to me, and Madonna cleared her throat and told her, "You can ask from Master Richard. But logically, you can assume the portion that will be enough for him. The remaining yam can be kept for chop later."
"Okay, I got it," Angela said, as a sinister smile curled up her lips. She said, "If I should be the one to cook Master Richard's meals, I can serve him just two pieces of yam."
"You wouldn't dare to starve me," I rose to my feet and strolled up to meet her.
"Stand back," Angela pointed the knife at me, and Madonna's eyes widened at the sight of the knife, but I walked up to meet Angela, unfazed by her clumsily action of pointing the knife against my chest.