My Little Devil's

Nobody touch him!

Tonight is getting bigger. The moon looks beautiful up there with a sprinkling of stars topping the sparkling life. In a late atmosphere like this, of course, there is always busy work done.

Maxwell is examining the Proposals that some Companies have submitted to request Automotive Project Investment from him. The Developer Company he built has certainly done various studies to test their cars on the market.

"Have a meeting with this Company!" maxwell said separate the files he had selected.

Jirome who was always available to help him had also selected whichever Proposal he could bring to his Master and as usual Maxwell would also strictly separate it again.

"Master! There was a problem in the Blackbird Car Engine part that was tested yesterday."

"What problem?!" maxwell muttered silently. Blackbird is the name of their Production Car which is very popular in the market.

So far, there has been no problem with the steel vehicle but it seems to be quite serious.

"Some consumers have come forward with criticism on Social Media. They say that too low an electrical capacity makes their travel range limited. In fact, before we have done a massive research and never get this problem," explained Jirome was quite surprised.

Maxwell was silent with a wandering mind. Obviously this is not true because he knew all this time everything in Production by his Company never got a scathing criticism of the community.

"Do back testing on that Car. Now.."

"It's 2 in the morning. Master!" sensitive Jirome when Maxwell's speech was stopped and saw the clock on his sturdy wrist.

Without saying much more he immediately packed his things then got up to pick up Jas on the chair and immediately went outside the room.

Jirome who felt strange with the treatment of her Master lately just silently followed Maxwell who looks hasty continues to monitor the clock on his wrist.

"Master! You need anything?"

"That stuff!"

"Already in the Car. Master!" jirome replied continuing to follow wide steps firmly This man entered into the Elevator.

Indeed, Maxwell asked him to prepare a tool that so astonished him. Does the Master secretly have a prisoner or does this man have a pet?

Butno. How could his master have a pet other than Balmon the ferocious dog. Or maybe Balmon wants to be personally trained.

Jirome continued to second-guess until the elevator finally opened to the bottom floor. Maxwell came out with a stern look towards the big glass door there.

This building has a lot of rooms. Downstairs there is no place but here Galery opening show where a lot of Three-Dimensional Painting with a capable sensor technology that shows the visual of the car as if real is parked when it is just an IT illusion.

The guards out there are ready to duck when Maxwell is out past them. The company's newest luxury black steel car is already parked gallantly in front of the Company.

"The stuff is inside. The master! It's complete."

"Hm."

Maxwell entered the car directly presented Paper-bag ash that looks already contained. With this at least he could control the Woman.

"Master! Are we direct.."

"To the Residence!" maxwell replied calmly. In fact, there is implied anxiety in his heart because the woman could have made the wound on Evelyne's shoulder worse.

Unfortunately he was too closed to show his concern for Evelyne. But, thinking about it Maxwell remembered that Evelyne asked to buy Ice Cream.

"This morning bring all kinds of Ice Cream flavors to my room!"

"Ice Cream? Is this for Evelyne? You really want to buy it."

Jirome's mind is getting more confused. The car he was driving was already running stable as usual but Jirome's mind was floating along according to the sweep of the tires.

"You hear?"

"Listen. Master!" sambar Jirome only dampened the strange taste in his mind.

He was silent to respond to nothing and so was Maxwell who seemed very eager to go home and was different from before.

.......

In a different place. The residence dominated by elegant white color looks quite crowded where the Guards who had been around were called by the Servants who were very surprised to hear the sound of items dropped and broken glass from his master's room.

"What's wrong?"

"D..Dad! Maxwell's phone can't be reached. We heard the sound of glass breaking and things falling from inside his room. I'm afraid someone's infiltrated inside. Dad!" worried Violet to Mr. Marcello who had brought Owen with her.

Owen's bodyguards went to check upstairs and so did the other Guards who couldn't open the room door because it was locked by this security system.

"Dad! What if it's a criminal? Maxwell's enemies must have done it."

"You relax. Nothing will happen." said Mr. Marcello hinting Reamy to stay by Violet's side while he went up the stairs to see what was inside the room.

Arriving above he saw Guards Owen who tried to break down the door of the room with 5 other Guards.

Yet. It was so futile that even their bodies were exposed to the sting of the Security System that scanned that pressure as a threat.

ALL SIDES LOCKED. ACTIVE SENSOR SYSTEM.

Sound The safety robot that conducts electricity in the handle of this door. As a result they stayed away unable to touch that thing.

"Master! Young Master is very concerned about his privacy. I don't think the enemy from the outside can get in there."

"Call the boy!" lord Marcello's word was dizzy with Maxwell's indifference. He was silent for a moment waiting for an answer from the call of Owen Guards while seeing there is a scanner machine near the door leaf that has been closed sign only Maxwell who understands the Electronic World of his room.

"He lifted it?"

"No. Master!"

At once Mr. Marcello rubbed his face rough. The sound of a blunt object being hurled against the wall was clearly heard adding to the curiosity in everyone's hearts.

"Can't you just hack it?!"

"Master! we've tried it a long time ago" replied Owen Guards, reminding Mr. Marcello how difficult it is to hack the security system in this room.

Maxwell seemed like he really would not open his room and not let anyone know the contents inside.

Brakk...

The voice was heard again. Mr. Marcello tried to guess what was inside and who would dare to ravage the room of this Monster.

"Balmon can't be inside, right?"

"Balmon seems to still be in the back residence. There was no sign of the dog. Master!" muttered Owen Guards had already asked the Guards here.

As a result, Mr. Marcello can no longer stem his curiosity until immediately have a pretty Fatal desire.

"Just destroy this room!"

"But.."

"He doesn't care either. Wasn't he? See how he ignored Violet's call and all of you, "murried Mr. Marcello wanted to keep the door open.

Owen's bodyguards were silent because he was afraid that Maxwell would become enraged. That man could have burned them all.

"Master! You sure?"

"yeah. Just destroy this room area!" Tell Mr. Marcello to step back a few steps to let his men install the Explosives whose reach has been ascertained.

This is so crazy, isn't it? What makes this man so eager to provoke his Son's anger?!

When they want to approach the door. That voice of intimidation and freezing instantly blocked his guts.

"NO ONE TOUCHES IT!!"

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