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Sara's stubborn and disobedient nature was ingrained. It was not impossible that he could climb up the window and get down from the second floor of the mansion, but rather than do that while there was still a chance, there was still a chance, he chose to negotiate or rather threaten a guard and put on the man's uniform.

"Shut your mouth until I do my job!"

The guard was scared. Although Sara's face is not as scary as Max when angry, but the threat of the woman by holding a gun in her head certainly scares her.

"Come, Senora."

"Take me to the car."

The man followed Sara's steps. The woman who rarely smiled at the man in the mansion walked firmly with a mask covering her mouth and sunglasses covering her beautiful brown eyes.

The guard hat almost managed to cover his entire face and it made him smile in silence.

You can't stop me, Max! Not to you, nor to your threats. I'll walk wherever I want and run as far away from where you stand. Even the universe allows me to do it.

"Where are you going, Senora?" ask the man slowly.

"You are forbidden to ask!" hardik Sara put a gun back at him. "Faster!"

Until he got to the car, the man just grimaced in fear. Let Sara do everything she wants.

Sonor, spare my life!

The smile on Sara's lips was like a flower blooming, giving rise to many butterflies flying around her. Stepping on the gas pedal, he hummed a little.

Arriving at a place, Sara opened the security clothing that was all black and replaced with casual clothing flagship. T-shirts and long jeans with a broad knee, typical of street children.

Tying her hair carelessly, she went to Edwin's house.

"Ed? Let's race!"

The man who just woke up from his sleep rubbed his eyes repeatedly. "You're right Sara? Sara the rancid?"

Sara hit Edwin's head making the man grimace. "You fucking kid! Let's have fun today."

"Your husband gave permission?"

"You know I'm good at wooing," she said. "It's our day, Ed. Don't mess it up, I rarely get out of the house."

The disheveled-looking young man laughed. "Did you run away? Looks like your husband isn't the kind of guy to be cheated on."

Getting the accusations on target left Sara speechless. "You know I can't stay home, Ed. I want to play outside."

Attracting his girlfriend to sit on the sofa of his apartment, Edwin crossed his arms around his chest.

"How did you escape? Climb a wall or play a chase with a guard?"

Because as far as Edwin knows, Sara is the type of woman who takes shortcuts like that. Not too smart to fool and sometimes sloppy, although very stubborn.

"I ...."

"Tell me, I won't judge you."

Sara was silent for a moment. "Threaten to use a gun."

"What?!" Edwin was surprised. Since when is Sara good at playing with that damn thing. "Are you serious?"

"Of course, but calm down. I don't dare kill a single life."

"Huh, thank goodness." Edwin held his chest in relief. He was very afraid that Sara would do something beyond reason. "Not to be rude or even kill. You certainly know the Tenth Word written in the Book of Christianity, right? Don't let you break that, Sara."

Hearing that, Sara fell silent again. Even the deepening of his religion is reduced so long in confined in the mansion and rarely socialize with religious people.

"Can you stop talking first? My brain is hungry."

"Sara!" Edwin hit Sara on the head, causing her to complain of pain. "You're very stubborn. Go home, Max will be waiting for you."

"He's in Valencia."

"You should just hang around. When?"

"Yesterday."

"You really don't appreciate your husband, Sara. Is this what you taught me from your studies? I'm sure Max must have banned you from going out until you did something like that. My guess must be right."

Nodding Sara made Edwin shudder in disbelief.

"Who would want to die bored in that closed place?" Sara replied curtly, shaking her hands on her face. Unfortunately, he felt the room was a little hot.

"Look, if you want Max to respect your decision, learn to respect Max's decision first. There is no crazy husband who does not value his own wife. He never hurt you, did he?"

Edwin forgot about this, asking about this should have been done before. He patted his eel feeling he had mistakenly thrown the question.

Sara felt a dilemma, not knowing what to say in front of Edwin. Judging from the nature of the man, Sara did not want any trouble between Edwin and Max.

Edwin is easily provoked by emotion and Max is smart to burn a bomb in someone. It's not good to meet.

Therefore, he chose to shake. "Although impressed cold outside, but actually he's a warm person. Don't worry, I'm fine."

"Sykurlah, I feel calm. You better go home first, it's not good for you to be in my apartment right now."

"Why? I'm your friend, Ed."

Sara refused as Edwin pulled his hand out.

"You're somebody's wife. I don't want you to get any more sneers than your husband is anywhere else. And also, the race wasn't good without your husband's approval. You're sick, I won't take any more responsibility."

"Oh yeah, what about your plans for the Himalayas?"

"I'll call you later. Go!"

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Although deeply upset that Edwin was unwilling to grant her request, Sara turned the wheel of the car to where she and Deborah had been.

Playing shootouts on steep cliffs to the satisfaction, Sara had the idea to conquer the cliff one day.

When the sun was directly overhead, he came back. Not to Max's magnificent mansion, but somewhere he used to call home despite the fact that it wasn't like that. Even like a hellfire prison that was very torturous, blood and tears he shed a lot there.

Slightly hesitating, Sara stood pensively at the main gate. Some guards there waited patiently.

"Is Peter home?"

A guard replied. "Master is relaxing today, Miss."

"Oh, great. It was good for his health" he said.

Stuck between the entry options and not, Sara lingered there.

"Is my stuff still here? Or did the old man throw it away?"

"I'm sorry, I don't know about that, miss. You can check it out if you're curious."

Upset by the guard's reply, Sara inevitably entered the sacred gate for him. Because getting in there, it used to be something impossible for him. And because of that, Sara chose to play and wander outside.

Being an adventurer is fun too. Unlike the cramped room full of cockroaches and rats in Peter's mansion. Air and light can be obtained easily, pitting guts with various extreme activities.

The more his feet stepped, the fear of pain loomed over. And it was further compounded by Peter's extremely cold voice.

"Are you dumped by their families? Your clothes are pathetic."

Sara did not respond. He kept walking to where he was referring to, and he felt Peter was following along.

Take some of the tools he uses for snorkeling and trekking, put them in a bag and pass from there.

"Ck, you still have a face to go after being dumped by them? Are you going to spend the night with the wild animals in the forest again? Oh, the wolf's still in the same place."

Sara stopped her steps, she turned her head with a sharp look. "You really want me to be dumped by Max? Hahaha, it's a pity that your wish has not been fulfilled, Peter. Max didn't let me go."

Before turning her body, Sara grinned. "I've been friends with the beast you mean. I am their master, and slaves will do whatever their master commands."

Finding that Peter was clenching his hands, Sara grinned widely. He knew Peter wouldn't do anything with money. And Max is the source of the money.

"He was the owner of the wolf that accompanied you to sleep that night, Sara!"

Sara stiffened in place. "I know" he said coldly. Refusing to be surprised to find that fact.

"Aren't you angry that it turned out that your husband was the cause of your mother's death and that he was also the owner of the wolf that made you phobic?"

"Shut up, you jerk!"

Sara clenched her hands tightly, whether it was fact or Peter's wits, Sara refused to believe. He wouldn't trust Peter that easily. And for Max, Sara hasn't thought about it.

"You are the cause of everything!"

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