Dating Contract

CHAPTER 93: ARE YOU HUMAN

Motorhomes parked on the plantation at the forest boundary, it's near the gate of Richie's headquarters.

*Motorhomes, buses that have interiors such as apartments, complete with bedrooms, living rooms, bathrooms, full kitchens and the bottom made the trunk of the car.*

Kevin occupies motorhomes. While four sedans and six humvees are scattered around. They also set up a small camp from last night.

Kevin stared blankly out the window leaning on the bed, the green trees out there could not shake his heart.

GEEK-TOK!

The door's open, Kevin's not flinching.

Parker walks into the room, has a cold breakfast, "Master, why don't you eat your breakfast? you could get sick. If you get sick how the madam will, surely the mistress is worried."

Kevin clucked, "they haven't made a move?"

"Not yet, the knife was taken Mr. Richie, it seems he knew if the folding knife had been inserted camera, tapping device and tracker."

"Just watch from here, I want to know if my wife's following orders."

"Okay, sir," Parker came out of the room before he returned with two laptops.

Parker went in and out again with milk, and a warm corn soup and put it on the portable table, "Master please, your stomach is empty. . ., if you lack fluids you may faint."

Kevin slid onto the other side of the bed, and Parker began to eat it, and Parker began to get ready with his two laptops and sit on Kevin's back. One laptop monitors the mistress, one laptop monitors Black Lion's movements.

"There's a movement of the Master."

Kevin left the soup unfinished, and shifted to bring the milk he had not yet drunk.

DAMN. 'Richie hugged my wife from behind.' Kevin clenched his hand when he saw Richie's cheek sticking to Lala's cheek, his wife who was uncomfortable but Richie's threat was enough to make Lala not dare to fight.

"Turn off the cameras!" kevin snapped and then followed parker. 'Richie deliberately turned the knife on him so I could see it, he wanted to show me?'

Parker and Kevin listen to their audio.

"Are your hands strong enough to use this, Madam Saint?" said Richie.

"Surge, Mr. Richie, I know how to use it."

"ah! come show me, I want to see you use it."

"Aah!" little Richie shouted his voice sounding ostensibly, "You're less loud, Saint Mistress. Let's show me how to open it."

Kevin clenched his hands.

'Are you sure you want to hear this, boss? there you fire a beard, it looks like Richie deliberately heated up boss.' Inner Parker when he saw Kevin's eyes like a demon.

BLACK IT!

The glass of milk that has not been drunk is precisely in the beat Kevin to the table until the milk spilled a third, lucky it did not break, if the laptop rupture can hit. Parker trembled to give a tissue also did not dare, 'why should I always in these gripping moments. Uh! boss really does attack my mental hobby. Why don't you pick up the madam straight for the boss's base? my boss is really weird.'

On the other side of Richie's guest room.

Lala stepped on Richie harder.

"Aw! you're very lustful huh, Madame Saint."

"I said move!" Lala's trouble getting away from Richie. Come forward with Richie's hand. 'Thick, his strength is very strong, my elbow can not be used to elbow. I'm gonna squat my hands too tightly, Richie, "please, you can't be like this."

"Don't move a lot mistress Saint, do you want to build my little sister?" richie whispered very quietly in Lala's ear.

"GIRDS !!!" Shouted Lala, unusually loud and upset, making Richie jumped and silent for a moment. Lala who realized, immediately jerked Richie's hand, until she escaped. Lala pressed the automatic button, the tip of the knife she pointed at Richie, "Part the distance! don't touch me!"

Richi laughing.

"What a funny thing! I'm serious Mr. Richie. Quickly take me to Johan."

"All right, give me your hand" Richie said.

While passing through the room, Richie's subordinates will attack Lala but Richie tells them to step aside. Up in Richie's elevator, continuing to retreat until his waist touched the tip of the blade, he slightly pressed down until his black coat had been pierced by the blade.

"A-a-pa you did Mr. Richie," said Lala, her heart pounding she'd already pulled the knife, until her elbow had stuck to the elevator, but the man kept retreating, "Stop! it could hurt you."

"You keep pointing a knife, I'm afraid your hands are tired, don't you want to stab me? you should be happy."

Lala pushed Richie's back using her left hand. "Why are you so annoying," said Lala, she wiped the bloody tip of the knife, "Look, you're hurt!" Lala folded her knife and kept it in the pouch.

"What are you doing?" richie asked as Lala lifted her coat.

Lala turns to look at Richi's white shirt, which prints blood the size of a billiard ball.

TING!

Elevator door opens.

"Have you finished checking it? let's get out quick."

"Give me your handkerchief quickly!"

Richie reached into his inner coat, "for what?"

Lala pulled the shirt that had entered the pants into the pants out.

"Mrs Saint!"

Lala leaned over at Richie's back waist. The fold of the handkerchief was absorbing the blood that was still coming out, the handkerchief was already half wet.

The elevator door closed again.

"Hurry out, right" Richie

"But the blood?"

Richie pulls Lala out of the elevator, he speaks a foreign language with his men.

Before long his men brought p3k, Richie sat leaning forward to let the men take care of him.

Lala sat down in front of Richie, her two hands turning. His feet could not stand still and continued to move, Richie who saw it was disturbed.

"Please forgive me, not intent__"

"Hem," Richie's short speech cut Lala's sentence, "You must practice again madam Saint, if you hold a knife like that you will be immediately paralyzed by the opponent. You must keep it far in front of your body but not too far away, and exercise the strength of your hand."

Richie stood up as his men finished, he reached out making Lala pensive and finally giving her hand, they joined hands through the long black passageway.

"You should always wear a gift from me, does the Madam Saint's husband not explain how useful my gift is in most areas."

"I let go when I got home, last night suddenly came out without having time to bring the bag where my ring was storing it."

"You could have been killed last night. Anyone who sees the ring will not dare to touch you, so never let go of the ring. My men don't memorize you but they will recognize you through the ring. They are scattered in many places will be faithfully protective if you get danger."

"Thank you, Mr. Richie, it's a very special gift for me."

Two fat little thugs dressed in black with a piece of cloth tied to a forehead were standing guard at the door.

Lala entered the stuffy room, and the cold directly touched her cheeks, 'they didn't use the room heater?'

Lala jumped when she saw the bruised face of Johan sitting on the floor eating bread and looking blankly at the half-glassed milk, with his head bowed without power and his hands each in chains, by a long chain of one meter. His jacket was shabby, torn irregularly, the bandages had been soiled and slightly blackened by blood.

Johan looked up at the sound of people running, bread loosened from his hands when he saw his loved ones running and crying, he said, her heart pounded quickly and then a slight smile as Lala sat in front of her holding each inch of her face and examining every wound, including the wound on her abdomen.

"Lala, you're fine, thank God," exclaimed Johan looked in Lala's eyes, her hand wiping the tear crystals on Lala's cheek, "hey, I'm fine, stop these tears," johan said softly, her eyes only opened slightly as swelling and bruising covered her.

"Fuck! what did you do to him! are you human?!" lala's screams echoed throughout the room with tears in her eyes pointing at all the thugs there.