Bad Husband Mask Fake
Chapter 21. Faked

...What is underlying my feelings for you? Because you're the first person to discover the advantages behind my flaws....

...It was like a sword piercing through my entire veins. That's how I love you in every breath....

Michael.

"I don't know! All I know is Michael might be the cleaning service club of the night! That's all!" Clouds spoke quickly, the young man who looked really nervous.

"Just a gold and laundry shop owner? If I want to, I can step on your efforts! Don't affect Michael anymore!" Threat from Claudia, pushing the body of the Clouds.

The young man was still trembling to this day. How could Michael stand to stay with such a woman. The wild bar-bar woman, whose exterior looked weak was helpless.

Bugs!

The sound of the car door closing violently sounded. Sports cars that travel at high speed. Explore some of the night clubs found in this area. More precisely starting from club'night which is on the outskirts of town. About 2km away.

The clouds swallowed his saliva roughly. Sighing roughly, given Michael's strange taste. But no wonder also, the man's wife is like Tsunade in the Naruto series. From the outside it is soft, beautiful, graceful, but rough amazing.

"Rita, the widow of the village next door is indeed better." he muttered, deciding where he would go tonight. Remember that! This man is monogamous who already has a partner, an independent woman who works in the city. It's just that he's too lonely to play matches without knowing the consequences when his girlfriend comes home later.

*

A one? Not some club'night came by. There are quite a lot of them in the suburbs. Probably to avoid the raids.

An area filled with drunk people and the smell of cigarette smoke and alcohol. A place he had never been to in his entire life, only the first time he had set foot in this cursed place. It was just to find Michael's whereabouts.

He would catch her and drag her home. This place is not good for milk-consuming children like Michael. But nil, the existence of the young man was like being swallowed by the earth.

Contacting her? She has not kept her husband's personal number. Just going back to that is what he did.

Until the fourth night club he came. As the day wore on, the frenzy inside sounded.

His eyes were looking, going around deeper. Passing the bar is like looking for someone.

"Beautiful, can you contact? Later brother tract..." Said a man maybe in his 27s approaching him.

Bugs!

The woman kicked her shins pretty tight. He made the young man hold his sick leg.

"Little sister! You're at least under 30. I'm 33 years old, why should I call you brother? As I recall my mother never gave birth to you..." Claudia clenched her forehead.

"Bad woman!" The man was about to attack. But quickly Claudia kicked her crotch.

Unable to stand up, unable to speak could only enjoy the thrill of his snickering. The pain, numbness, flowed from the bottom to the rest of his body. The man can only grimace holding something precious enough to make his offspring later.

"I'm upset. Because there's a woman with a nice body, bring my husband. What's their relationship? Did my husband start dating? That's why I'm emotional! I'm sorry to vent my emotions on you." Claudia smiled innocently, taking out five pieces of money with the image of the proclamator figure."Use the money to treat 'it'. Maybe the money is not enough. But it's my goodwill, if it blackmails me asking for more. Then next time I'll cut it to the end."

Vile woman, walking away with a disappearing smile. Searching for Michael's whereabouts, made the man and the people who witnessed the fright half-dead. You know why now Evan only considers Claudia a friend?

Because she is too domineering like a man. It has a rough and sadistic side, which is why Evan prefers the fragile Erlina. But sometimes having someone who's already known inside (Claudia) is better than being with someone new to the know, hiding her petty side (Erlina).

Everyone who saw the heartbreaking incident frowned. Some even hold the base of her thighs. Gripy? That was the feeling everyone was staring at the young man who had not been able to get up as well.

Claudia stepped back full of high-level arrogance. Unlike usual, he will catch Michael this time.

"Take him to the back room! I'm the one who rented! Then call the doctor!" His orders were on a man.

A woman with a good body shape, bringing Michael in a wounded state into the room? Really looking to die this guy.

Stepping with certainty, he was neither angry nor jealous. It's just that it's not time to be a widow, as a result of her husband's death.

Because it's.

Brak!

Rotating force kicks, jumping contests and kicks with targets on the face. There is no word for a snap or a slap in Claudia's dictionary. Just chill out.

"Who are you!?" snapped Mariana who was holding onto part of her cheek, deep purple, with a slight cut on the corner of her lips, coupled with a slight visible crookedness.

Gee!

Just realized one of his teeth fell out due to this one female kick.

"sick! Help me.." he shouted.

"Shut up! Or I can report your actions to my husband on the police force!" Claudia snapped, glancing towards Michael who was still unconscious. With a wound on the temple.

No answer at all. Sighing rough breaths, feeling relieved and anxious, looking at the unconscious young man.

"You! I'll pay you! Get my husband in the car!" Claudia's order issued two pieces of money in red.

The club's overnight employee who initially followed Mariana's orders, now followed Claudia's orders, lifting the body in the woman's footsteps.

Claudia's eyes slightly glanced towards Mariana."Be careful I can hire people to ruin your life."

The threat was truly real, opening Mariana to gulp her gulp roughly. The offer given by Erin is tempting but not worth the price of a life.

Anxiety was in him holding his cheek which was swollen due to one kick.

*

Claudia who was driving now slightly glanced at Michael. The man's eyes were still closed. What if he dies? That was what Claudia had in mind right now, fingering Michael's face.

There was a sense of anxiety, he finally contacted the doctor to come to the villa.

Within a few minutes of his journey he arrived. A few servants helped him move Michael. Along with that, the doctor arrived.

He could only sigh waiting outside the room too reluctantly to enter. There was a feeling of guilt, toying with the man's heart. Until the stage Michael prepared himself to do something for his happiness.

Working at the club'night as a cleaning service?

"Stupid! Why not just use the money in your account..." His murmurs shed his tears.

*

The doctor approached, trying to treat Michael. But there was something strange when the alcohol he used to treat the temple, accidentally dripped on the wound on his face.

"A...what is this? The wound on his face is fake?" The doctor pulled the gelatin layers one after the other.