Queen Revenge

The harder it is on the heart, the more it is held in, the more it proves that you care.

He can be gentle with me, and likewise with others.

I subconsciously clenched my palms tightly, the subtle movement revealing my emotions to Martin Mo, who laughed evilly, “Seems to really care.”

With that said, Martin Mo pulled me towards the outside without any further ado and shoved me into his slutty sports car.

“Martin Mo, what do you want.”

I’m a little scared, Martin Mo’s behavior reminds me of years ago when he lost control of his emotions and used force on me, I don’t know what would have become of me today if he hadn’t come to his senses at a critical moment.

That is, after that day, I never saw Martin Mo again, he disappeared until the last time I met.

That’s why seeing Martin Mo again after so many years scares me inside and my blood seems to flow backwards.

Sometimes I wonder if Martin Mo is schizophrenic, with two different versions of him living inside him, one full of evil and danger, the other gentle and gangly.

“Take you to a good show.”

Martin Mo locked the doors, started the car and drove off with a kick of the gas.

I clutched my seatbelt in fear and scratched my toes, “Martin Mo, you have to stop.”

He was even crazier than Walker Richter before him when he launched himself into a frenzy, with the car going over two hundred yards and the wind like a knife in the face.

His demeanor was cold, and an unquenchable fury brewed in his eyes.

Half an hour later, the car stopped at a hotel that looked like a palace, and I unbuckled my seatbelt and pushed the door open to rush aside and vomit furiously.

I really regret meddling in the night, in the middle of the night, in the home to sleep which point is not good, soft hearted run to ask for trouble.

“Drink some water and rinse your mouth.”

Martin Mo handed me a bottle of mineral water.

I glared up at him, my stomach was hard and my mouth was uncomfortable, I took a big gulp of mineral water to rinse out my mouth and when it was better I looked at him with a slight gasp, “Martin Mo, you’re just crazy.”

I also felt crazy for tangling with him, knowing how dangerous he was.

“Alva, I was crazy from the moment I fell in love with you.” Martin Mo laughed hard at himself, then his eyes turned cold: “As long as I live, you are my woman.”NôvelDrama.Org copyrighted © content.

I was so angry I cursed, “Crazy.”

He smiled indifferently and tugged my hand into the hotel.

Several floors of the gilded hotel had been chartered by the rich and powerful all year round, and without status, they were not even qualified to stay there.

As soon as Martin Mo entered the hall, a short fat man came up very doggedly to greet him, “Young Master Mo, everything you ordered has been arranged.”

“Uh-huh.” Martin Mo just answered in a light tone, familiarly pulling me to the top floor and fingerprinting the lock to enter a presidential suite before letting go of me.

I rubbed my wrist, which he had pinched, and watched as he walked over to a computer, turned it on, typed in the password, put his hand on the enter key, and turned back to look at me meaningfully, “Do you dare to look?”

His smile made me uneasy, and I always felt that nothing good was coming out of it.

“I don’t have a peeping tom fetish, enjoy yourself, I’m going back.”

He said sarcastically, “You’re too scared to look, Alva, you didn’t used to be this timid.”

Knowing that he is a provocation, but still did not hold back the breath: “What do not dare, you have arranged everything, this good show I do not support the scene, will not let you down a piece of mind.”

I’ve deliberately emphasized the word “intention” very strongly.

Martin Mo coldly hooked his lips, his index finger tapped the enter key, the computer screen opened, the pop-up screen was the scene of a certain room, from the room layout, it was a certain room in this hotel.

There are only voices, no people in sight, and the camera is pointed right at a large bed so that one can visualize what will happen next.

Honestly, I’m regretting it a little bit, I’m afraid that the person who will be in the picture later will be Walker Richter.

Martin Mo poured me water, pressed his hands on my shoulders, sat me down in front of the computer and sneered, “Enjoy.”

Every now and then a woman’s voice came from the computer, and there was something familiar about it, but I couldn’t remember where I’d heard it before.

I held my glass of water, having tried my best to restrain myself, but my hands were still shaking slightly.

Just then, the bathroom door opened and a woman came out of it wrapped in a towel, out of the water, and when the woman’s face was turned to the camera, I couldn’t help but marvel at it myself, it was beautiful.

Concave and convex body, a pair of long legs very attractive, raised his hand and casually ruffled the hair in front of him, the action is charming and seductive, charming eyes like silk.

I instantly recognized the woman in the shot, having seen her at a painting show before.

“I’m done washing up, do you want to get cleaned up?”

The woman’s voice came out of the computer.

Is she talking to Walker Richter?

You can’t see anyone else from the camera, but there’s definitely someone in the room.

Martin Mo’s voice rings in his ears again, “Recognize the woman in the picture? She’s Susan Su, a marvelous and flirtatious and affectionate woman, one of Walker Richter’s former girlfriends.”

I held my breath, my eyes locked on, and I didn’t hear anyone else’s voice, but I saw a pair of strong arms come into the picture, and they were a man’s hands.

Susan Su was pulled towards herself by a tug of the man’s hand, after which even Susan Su couldn’t be seen, and only Susan Su’s shy and coquettish voice could be heard, “What’s the point of being in such a monkey’s hurry.”

I knew what the two were doing by the sound of their voices.

The scene suddenly goes dark, the lights are turned off, the voices between the man and woman become clearer and clearer, and then a blur of two people are seen rolling onto the bed, and although the man’s face cannot be seen, his body type resembles that of Walker Richter.

Looking at the picture in the computer, my whole heart was like falling into an ice cellar, my limbs were cold, the water cup in my hand slipped down, and the warm water poured on my body, but I couldn’t feel a trace of heat.

“Is it hard in your heart?” Martin Mo turned off the computer and sneered, “People like Walker Richter can’t give you happiness, wake up, he doesn’t know how many women he has outside, he won’t be sincere at all.”

The heart is really very difficult, as if there is a knife at the heart constantly twisting around, pain can not breathe.

It turns out that this love has gone to the bone marrow.

I got up very out of breath and said sharply, “I have to get back before I go.”

I practically fell away, afraid to think about the images on my computer, the entwined two.

Martin Mo’s purpose was accomplished and he didn’t stop me, his voice came out if nothing else, “Alva, you are destined to be my Martin Mo’s woman.”

I ran out of the hotel, and the less I thought about it, the clearer the images in my head became, and at some point, my face filled with tears.

I don’t know how I made it back to Pear orchard, the cold wind blowing all the way, the tears drying up and my heart slowly going from throbbing to senseless, I laughed at myself and pulled at the corners of my mouth.

Alva Hill, wake up, don’t expect anything more from him, it’s not the same world, and it’s time to put an end to it today.

The whole Pear orchard was dark, the servants were asleep, I left the light on and pushed open the bedroom door, lost in the darkness.

After adjusting to the darkness, the general furnishings of the room could be seen clearly, and I closed my eyes wearily and dropped myself into the soft queen-sized bed, when, suddenly, on my waist

Touch up a hand.