ROMAN PSYCHOLOGY

FALSE ATTENTION

Harry lowered his arms, then furrowed his eyebrows with teary eyes. However, spontaneously, Harry began to regain consciousness. He distanced everything that affected his mind.

Harry raised his face with his nanar gaze staring at Alan's flat face. "Everything I do right now is unrelated to the events of 6 years ago. Not one bit," he said.

Harry turned his gaze with a sharp straight look, then passed through Alan's body. He again stepped his feet towards the room where Misya was.

However, his footsteps suddenly came to a halt, due to the remark made by Alan. "Don't make any other reason to avoid it. I know you're doing this not just a game. You haven't forgotten what happened 6 years ago. You think, by looking for an impingement, you'll feel better? No, you're just looking for another problem for yourself. Before all that happens, you better stop it now. Before it's too late" he said.

Alan advises Harry to stop the game before it's too late. I don't know what it is, he just doesn't want Harry to get lost later.

Harry stopped his steps without turning around, but he kept his back on Alan. This time, Alan spoke to her not as a secretary, but as a foster cousin, as well as a friend.

"Don't interfere. Not everything is what you think. Happened 6 years ago? Too bad .. I've long forgotten it." Harry tried to look manly.

Free, everything Alan said were just words of waste to a stubborn man like Harry. Harry is a stubborn man. If he has decided to do something, whoever it is, do not expect to stop his goal. Harry will never stop, when he has decided to do something.

The gaze of his eyes was as sharp as an eagle, not spared from his murderous aura. Harry has steadied everything, all his actions, he will never stop.

Harry ignored Alan's suggestion, then resumed his steps. Alan could only stare at Harry's back with a sad look.

"I just don't want you to get hurt a second time." Alan muttered alone as he looked at Harry's back walking away from him.

Harry had reached the room where Misya was. He pushed the door of the room and saw the figure of Misya who was lying still bound both hands and both eyes were covered by a black cloth.

"My game girl, Harry has come back. Hows it? After I was gone a few minutes, did you miss me?" His speech deliberately underestimated Misya by trying to hit her mentally in a row.

"Basic crazy!" she looked up with a stern look, looking at Harry's face with an aura filled with hatred.

Misya who was crying at that time, spontaneously stopped her crying. Harry's words that sounded in his ears, made him even more disgusted. Everyone, Misya has hated this filthy world.

Misya no longer wanted to cry, this time Misya even laughed out loud like a madman. His mentality had really been hurt so deeply, that he had thrown his life in the garbage dump, like setting foot in the hell of the world that he is wading in today.

"Haha." Misya laughed in obscurity. "I miss you so much, so very, very much. Oh yeah, when are you gonna come back to torture me? These few minutes, I have been waiting for your torment" he said.

Harry was not at all insinuated by what Misya had just said. The demon soul that was filled with his grudge was increasingly making him satisfied, impatient to wait for the next level of the game.

Harry put a shopping bag on one of the tables there. Then, he walked over to Misya who was lying on the bed. Then, he sat down next to Misya's body.

Harry looked at Misya's body without a cloth wrapped in her body. The palm of Harry's hand landed on Misya's face, she stroked Misya's face that was soft like baby skin.

After smugly stroking Misya's face, he began to untie the hand ties that tied both arms of Misya violently. Then, remove the strands of cloth that covered his eyes.

He saw Misya's eyes that were swollen with an intense gaze. It did not make him feel any pity, nor sympathy for Misya. He lowered his face and landed kisses on both of Misya's swollen eyelids.

"Dwarned? Hekh!" Misya grinned. "You don't care at all. You just want everything you want to have, everything you get to obey, and then if things don't go the way you want, you're like that. Pretend to care," said Misya.

Harry turned his head to the side. However, he undoes his intention to stare at Misya when Alan suddenly appears at the door.

Alan glanced at Misya for a moment, then immediately turned his eyes towards Harry. "That's something you have to deal with" he said hesitantly.

Harry straightened his eyes back. He stepped his feet, to be in harmony with the position of Alan who was on the side of the door.

"I know I'll take care of it soon" Harry knew first about the business he had to take care of. "Oh yes, please take care of him. Treat the wounds on his palms and knees" he ordered.

Harry kept his eyes straight, without looking back at Alan in the slightest. After finishing his words, Harry began to move his legs back, passing away, passing Alan who was right beside him.

While Alan who got such an order from Harry was stunned for a moment. Alan widened his net while pointing his own index finger in front of his chest.

"I? I have to treat it?" Alan wondered to himself. He felt used because he always cleaned up every problem that Harry always made.

Harry's heart felt empty. He seemed unfocused from now on. I don't know what she's thinking and what's bothering her mind, but all of those things are enough to make a man seem unfocused in everything.

Harry looked at the clock on the wall of his house. At 03.44. WIBS. It turns out time passed very quickly. It doesn't feel like it's almost morning.

In neat clothes, he walked firmly out of his house. Before he opened his car door, he stopped his actions when he got a phone call.

"President ... ." Before Harry's subordinates spoke, Harry immediately denied it because he did not want to listen to unnecessary nonsense for too long.

"Yes, I know. You greet them well. I'll be there soon. Where are the investors now? Ah well, I'll come right away" he said before ending a phone call from one of his subordinates.