Trapped in Love Young Master Brutal

Trapped in Love Young Master Brutal
41 Ill treatment of Alea



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"Hey the new kid. Here you are..." Tell the woman who hit Alea yesterday.


"What's wrong mom?" Alea.


"Ba, mom, ba, mom. Call me boss here." Shake the woman.


"Yeah. What's up?" ask Alea.


"My body feels sore. Bend my shoulder!" Declared. Without saying much Alea immediately scolded him.


"What's your name?" ask the woman.


"Alea." Answer's short.


"Alea. Welcome to my palace! from now on you are my servant."


Alea frowned at the words of the half-century-old woman.


"Wah boss, look at the expression on his face. It seems like he's challenging you." Say one of them while gripping both sides of Alea's cheeks.


"Nope-no. I didn't challenge my mother at all. Emm... I mean boss." Answer Alea. Now it was her turn to grip both sides of Alea.


"If you don't challenge me, why would your facial expression be like that?" Plaakk. The woman again slapped Alea's pretty face. I don't know when Alea will accept the torture.


"Enough Molly. What the hell are you doing? why do you always slap her?" jolt Zelia, who was feeling pity when Alea was treated like that.


"I was furious when I saw this innocent-looking face of hers. Behind her pretty face, it turns out she's a cold-blooded killer."


"Enough! I'm not a murderer! I didn't do anything wrong." Alea snapped which made the woman even more furious towards him, thus pulling Alea's long hair violently grabbed him.


"How dare you yell at me." His touch to Alea. Alea seemed to be pitying for the woman to let go of her trap, but what a matter Molly.


"Molly, stop!" Zelia tries to help Alea escape from Molly. But Molly asked all his men who were none other than the occupants of the prison who always obeyed his orders, to hold Zelia's hands to not help Alea.


"What should we do about this child?" Molly said with such a scary look.


"Just strip the boss's clothes." Answer one of them.


"It seems like a very interesting game." Molly said as she rubbed her hands together. He pulled the prisoner's shirt Alea was wearing and forced Alea to open it.


"Stop! please don't do this to me." Shouted Alea. Quickly one of them silenced Alea's mouth so that no officer could hear the commotion. They had also silenced Zelia so as not to shout calling the officers.


As strong as Alea kept the shirt from escaping from her body, Molly finally managed to undress. Alea crossed both hands in her chest. Even though everyone there was all female, he still felt ashamed.


"See this girl's body? so white and smooth." Molly chuckled to all her field friends. Everyone there was laughing at the helpless-looking Alea.


"Boss, aren't the bras open?" Say one of them again.


"Hiks... Hix... Hix... Sir Arthur help me." Alea involuntarily muttered for help towards Arthur. Because all this time he was the only person who always cared about him. Although sometimes Arthur's attitude is difficult to understand by Alea.


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Arthur's fingers suddenly moved. "Alea." Arthur's words suddenly shocked everyone who was guarding him.


"Arthur." Samantha asks Rachel to call the doctor.


"Just this woman, from yesterday, kept telling my daughter to come here. She thinks Rachel's her errand boy?!" The unaccepted inner Chamela.


After the doctor entered Samantha immediately explained about the condition of Arthur who had just delirious in his subconscious.


"Alea." Answer Samantha.


"Can you call her here?" ask doctor.


"Alea that's the one who's been causing my son like this doctor. And he's in jail now." Samantha.


"My advice, I'd better bring her here. Who knows with the presence of a figure named Alea it can accelerate the awareness of the mother's son." asked the doctor.


"Where can be so doctor! wouldn't it be dangerous for Arthur, if the killer were brought here." Said the panicked Chamela, afraid that her crime would be exposed.


"I've treated patients like this before. The average of the patients who lost consciousness was mostly delirious of the people he wanted to meet the most."


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Molly did not heed the words of one of his men. But this time he wants to play in his own way. He approached Alea then held onto one of Alea's twin mountains that was still wrapped in a pink bra.


"Too small. I'm gonna help you look more seductive in men's eyes." Molly said as she squeezed it. Alea closed her eyes not accepting what the woman was doing. But he also can't do anything because his hands and feet are held firmly by Molly's friends.


"Hey what are you doing?" Tegur polwan when suddenly came. He also opened the door to approach them. Quickly Molly stopped her action, she immediately gave Alea the prisoner's shirt and put it on.


"Alea, come with me. Mr. Carlos wants to see you." Said the policeman, which made Molly very surprised.


"Mr Carlos? mr Carlos, which one did the police officer mention?" ask Molly to her friend.


"Don't until Mr. Carlos who was mentioned by the police is a big businessman who has branches everywhere. We can finish." Said one of Molly's friends.


"Then I'm not following along." The other law.


"Mr Carlos? if true Carlos in question is the leader and owner of Bratajaya Corp. Then what does Alea have to do with her? is Alea the daughter of Mr Carlos?" Inner Zelia.


"You should come with me." Carlos Said.


"Have you set me free?" alea's face sparkled.


"I told you! your fate is in Arthur's hands. Because he's the one who's gonna say whether you're guilty or not."


Alea was stunned to hear Carlos speech. "Then how's Mr Arthur doing now?"


"He's not conscious yet. Now you're coming with me to the hospital."


Alea nodded to Carlos's wishes.


"Where's Alea? why didn't the officers bring him here again? is Alea released?" zelia thought in her heart.


"Where's the kid? why hasn't he come back yet?" Molly.


"Let's go, Molly. If the girl complains of your treatment to Mr. Carlos."


"Shut up! don't scare me, or I won't hesitate to beat you up." Grunts Molly to her friend.


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