My Little Devil's

Losing Patience!

Still in the same mood. Mr. Marcello stared in opposition at Maxwell, who had made the floor feel very cold and terrible.

Handsome face Eve was very life threatening those who ended up occupying the door of the room. But, Mr. Marcello again did not want to succumb to the ego of his son who thinks he is too high.

"What exactly did you do in there until Violet got scared in this house?"

"You don't need to know," indifferently Maxwell walked firmly towards the Door carrying the Paper-bag of ashes in his hand past Mr. Marcello who was still not leaving.

Jirome who was behind Maxwell kept on guard with high alert.

"Leave the floor of this room!"

"And you!" mister Marcello said to Jirome, who looked down.

"You're just my Son's Assistant! You have no right to.."

"Don't make me pronounce the name of an animal here!" sela Jirome as usual was very brave to insult Mr. Marcello because he knew the ins and outs of this Man.

Hearing that Maxwell just kept quiet as if he didn't care. It made the subordinates of Mr. Marcello immediately withdraw to stay away.

"Sad. You and him are the same!"

"I am proud to be like my Master rather than a Man like you!" jirome answered and again drew the angry face of Mr. Marcello who could do nothing if Maxwell was here.

He immediately went to look back occasionally with a gaze filled with anger and emotions.

"Master! I'll take care of them downstairs."

"Hm."

Maxwell let Jirome go until she took a deep breath knowing how her room was. The chaos that night has been fixed but there will be a new blow.

Don't want to stand here too long. Maxwell directly attached his Thumbs to the safety sensor beside him and immediately pressed the doorknob.

The first thing that greeted him was darkness. Maxwell closed the door again with great vigilance and greatly increased.

"Blood?"

Maxwell's mind smelled a thick scent of blood. He immediately stepped near the bed that he had memorized the distance from the door.

But. Maxwell's hearing was very sharp when there was a squeak of footsteps pointing towards the back of his body.

He quickly turned around to clasping his hand to catch the cold arm of someone he immediately pulled and pushed onto the bed.

Takk...

The room lights are bright. Immediately Maxwell again saw the beautiful face of Arogan a woman who seemed to throw a hateful look at him.

"You're not tired of running amok?" maxwell tanya locked these two soft arms over the head of the Adult Evelyne with both of her legs wrapped around her legs.

Shitt's. Why does she like not to wear clothes? This woman is really brave.

Maxwell's rebellious male soul saw the body shape that was always on display without further ado. He sighed in trying not to look at any part other than this concentrated ash bead.

"You mute?"

Evelyne really doesn't want to talk. Maxwell was like a fool asking questions without getting answers.

Because Evelyne felt too rebellious finally Maxwell immediately rolled this beautiful body with a blanket on the bed even though he got a kick and a punch from this lentic hand.

"You do want this" hissed Maxwell pulled the woman's arm roughly and dragged her down from the bed.

He did not care if he had to be injured or bruised because he hit this cold floor.

His hand quickly grabbed the handcuffs inside the Paper-bag that had fallen under the floor earlier then immediately handcuffed these two women's arms quickly and hastily.

"illness?" hiss Maxwell when the iron scratched his wrist.

Maxwell grinned that the devil pulled his arms back and was thrown into the bed without thinking to soften the action.

"I don't want to waste my time. You talk or my gun says it!"

Again just a silence. This woman's view seemed to want to devour Maxwell round and round and continue to want to escape from the cuffs.

Maxwell's patience is as thin as a tissue. He immediately took off the tie that wrapped around his neck and went up to the top of the bed with both legs wrapped in the blanket.

"You want to know what's the most fun dying?" hiss Maxwell with a very mysterious view.

The ash-eyed woman with a firm face line seemed to be silently observing what Maxwell wanted to do to her.

His mutter immediately snared the neck of the level with a face full of cruelty no matter if Evelyne rebelled because she was out of breath.

"M..Mamaa!!!"

"just that? Take out all the syllables in your brain!" maxwell doesn't like to be played. However, how or indeed Maxwell underestimated it.

Instantly when Maxwell was careless Evelyne immediately bit Maxwell's shoulder for the second time until Maxwell suddenly took off his trap.

"Shit!"

"You must die."

A vengeful stern voice finally came out when Maxwell saw his bleeding shoulder.

At first Maxwell wanted to retaliate but hearing this voice Maxwell undoes his evil intentions.

"Why are you in that little boy's body?"

Maxwell asked but immediately got a sneer from this figure. Of course Maxwell was quite shocked because only this time he saw the original Mask of beautiful sculptures cool yesterday.

"He's wearing my body."

"You think I believe?!" No doubt Maxwell couldn't digest all this. He felt he was living in a fantasy world when clearly this was still the same age.

"Sad. Don't you hate him?!"

Evelyne smiled in utter astonishment. He seemed to attract Maxwell to hurt the tiny figure and set him free.

Maxwell silently felt this woman's gaze filled with vengeance, fury and boundless hatred. Very different from the little Evelyne who was full of longing, love and affection.

"Destroying that little body. Hm? Disappear"

He said it like he was crazy. He occasionally chuckled a little and changed his face as cold as possible filled with anger.

"What kind of world did he bring you?"

"You.."

"WHAT KIND OF WORLD??" the fiery snapping made Maxwell feel pain and tightness in his chest.

Why is it like this?

Maxwell thought suddenly. What happens until there is a hot fire crater inside Evelyne's small, cheerful body?!

"It's opportunity. Let's kill him!"

The fishing rod kept warning Maxwell who immediately closed his eyes. The shadow of the cute face that asked for Ice Cream this morning flashed again making both of Maxwell's hands clenched.

"You hate. You're angry and you don't accept it, do you?"

"Whisper" Maxwell sizzled down from this bed. He saw that the bathroom door had broken and the room returned like a warehouse.

The blood on this floor was so thick and it reached the top of his bed sheet.

The adult Evelyne seemed to be looking forward to Maxwell killing her. It was like waiting for that moment as if he wanted to get out of the shackles of something.

"I warn you!"

Maxwell pointed to a pretty face with big eyes like this barbie. Pink lips without lipstick or makeup polish it has its own charm.

"You and him are different! Don't let me lose my temper" Maxwell added.

Evelyne was silent but clearly this defiant hue was still being shown to her. The brownish hair mid-back was beautifully unraveled somewhat messily with a bandage on his shoulder looking already drenched in blood.

"You don't have to be patient."

"Hm. Wait for that moment to arrive," replied Maxwell taking off the coat on his burly body. He went to the bathroom leaving Evelyne in a blind rage.

He tried to escape but unfortunately without realizing Maxwell had tied his legs with a tie that was in the trap to his neck.

The gaze of the gray net was thrown towards the bathroom that had been messed up by him earlier. Obviously only this time there were survivors of this deadly encounter.

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