The Obsession of Revenge
*TRAINING
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“You can control it?”
Allard gave Yada a gun. He did not hesitate to give the firearm away even though the last time Yada wanted to kill him with a bullet. Allard had a feeling of confidence that the woman would not repeat herself in the past. He had his current goal and would not waste his life anymore.
Yada took the firearm that Allard offered. His gaze was fixed on the target of the shot. A few seconds Yada was silent, focusing his visibility on the target a few meters away in front of him.
*You should hold it like this!
Focus your eyes and mind.
Shoot*!
One bullet shot out and made a loud noise. He managed to target the bullet without missing a single bit. Allard who saw him smiled wryly, amazed by the woman before him.
“Someone has trained you, hasn't he?” Allard took over the firearm that Yada was holding and filled it with a few more bullets. “Lantas why did you miss when you shot me that time?”
Yada looked at the man expressionlessly. That day when he was holding a gun, he didn't even know that there was someone who taught him to use a firearm. Never mind shooting a human, just holding a firearm his hands have been sweaty and trembling.
After filling the bullet full, Allard asked Yada to point his gun at three targets at once. The woman seemed to hesitate. Allard couldn't wait too long. He immediately grabbed Yada's arm and stood right behind her. Directing the firearm at three targets at once without missing an inch.
“How? Are you impressed?” Allard spoke right in front of Yada's ear. The beautiful woman was silent and did not answer or look. He was so stiff with the current atmosphere.
Allard's phone rang, someone called. After receiving the phone call. Allard pulled Yada out of there. He asks Yada to sit next to the wheel of a sports car he drives himself.
“Where are you taking me?” asked Yada who was still standing next to the car and was reluctant to follow Yada.
“Alright and you will know the answer to your question.”
Allard drives a car at high speed. The streets are his own. Yada had to keep her fear, or else the man would make fun of her. The luxury sports car occasionally almost hit another car, but the man managed to drive the steering wheel well. Really makes the heart beat fast.
The luxury sports car stopped right in front of a nightclub. Allard throws a dress at Yada and asks her to change clothes while in the car, with Allard in it. At first Yada refused, but the man obviously continued to insist.
“What are you ashamed of? I've seen every inch of your body.” Allard said it in a condescending tone. Not looking at Yada at all.
Bastard's!
Without hesitation, Yada immediately undressed and replaced it with a dress that Allard gave. Dress slim fit black with a very short size, showing the thigh smooth. She looks very **** with the sexy dress even though her weight is still reduced than before.
Several men and women greeted Allard as a sign of respect. The man did not pay much attention to them. Some of the comfort women were also very excited when Allard came, but unfortunately this time they could not get close to the young master because of a woman who came with him.
“Who is he?”
“Not usually Sir brings a woman to the night club.”
“Looks like I've seen that woman, her face is very familiar to me.”
An uncomfortable feeling approached Yada. The gazes of the people inside the club seemed to be skinning him. Yada has never been to a nightclub. Maybe it was because of that strange feeling that appeared.
Allard invited him into a room with fairly dim lighting. A pole stood in front of the sofa, it seemed like the pole was for a show. Yada's mind caught him immediately. She had seen in a movie where the female lead was a dancer in a nightclub. Yeah, maybe for that.
Both of them sat on the sofa. Allard took out a few boxes of jewelry from inside a drawer. He lined it up and opened the boxes one by one. Necklaces, bracelets, and fancy rings and famous brands are all there. Yada scrunched his forehead looking at it all.
Allard listened to Laura. If he wants to control the woman, he must give her warmth, attention in order to gain her full trust. All of this Allard did to achieve all of that. Yada's trust is so valuable now. In reality the woman was the daughter of the Yora clan, Allard would be very lucky if she could control her as a shield. The two clans were fused, adding strength to each other.
“You like it?” ask Allard.
Usually women love jewelry the most, therefore Allard deliberately asked Laura to choose some of the most beautiful jewelry in the world. The man was sure that Yada would like it.
“For what?”
“For you, I gave it as a gift,” Allard said trying to bring out the warmest tone of voice possible.
Allard's wrong. Yada dislikes jewelry, except for the jewelry she designs herself. Moreover, given a hadia by someone who had ruined his life, it did not change anything at all.
“Actually what do you want to do? I don't need that jewelry at all. If you want to give me a gift, tell me my true identity.”
Allard's friendly expression was destroyed. The warm water on his face turned into cold water back which almost froze. The woman did not appreciate his efforts at all. Allard lowered his self-esteem to smile and be friendly with him. But what he got was just a rejection. Right now Allard really wants to strangle him.
If it wasn't for Laura's advice, maybe Allard would have thrown it to the bottom of the ocean. Removing his tracks so that no facts are brought up about Yada's mass. But his clan needed that woman to gain support. Allard himself could not conquer Zinth who had a female demon-like attitude. Yada may be the only hope.
Being gentle, caring, and loving is not part of Allard. But all of those things are exactly what you need. Since childhood, the woman has only received torture and threats. His life is not happy at all. So now it's Allard's turn to take over. He would give Yada everything he needed, and in return was the Yora clan within his control.
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