Bad Husband Mask Fake
Chapter 50. Only mine

"Thank you, a..whatever you want, will I grant you?" Said a smiling boy.

"Like princess and prince. I want to marry the prince." The answer of a shabby-looking child. A child of about five years old.

He smiled at the time, playing and giving whatever the girl wanted.

"Micky, when you grow up, you have to be someone who's in charge. A five-year-old like you wants to get married?" The father let out a rough sigh, kneeling his own temple listening to his son's unreasonable desire.

"I don't want to eat and drink if I don't marry him!" Answer of the rebellious boy.

Argon shook his head."Marriage is not simple. You're 5 years old, wouldn't understand. Man can hide his evilness behind a mask."

"He saved my life!" The boy did not understand either. But clasping his father's hand almost cried."He saved me. Like vegetables, like it or not, I have to eat them. Because it's good for me."

The father sighed harshly, unable to speak. The human heart is something that is hard to guess.

However, the place suddenly went dark. The daughter of her life-saving escaped, crying fearfully forsaking her.

"It's because of you!" the girl shouted at Michael as she ran.

Little Michael's hands were covered in blood, this was not his blood.

"Micky, I told you. Human heart, something hard to guess." A stammering sentence from the smiling father, with dozens of cuts and bumps on the head."Don't be so sad and blame yourself."

"Dad! I won't ask for anything more! Yeah.don't bleed..." Shouted the boy trying to pull his father's body, blood still flowing profusely. Making the man's consciousness disappear slowly, his body cooled down towards his death.

His face smiled, at least before his death, knowing the other side of his son. A warm heart with no sense of arrogance at all.

"Dad! I'll be a good boy, dad said the son of the waiter can even sweep right? I can do everything. A. Dad, don't die, let me die..." Pinta the boy was desperate. He tried to drag his father's body to find help.

Huh.hah...

Michael woke up from his dream. The dreams? It was like a memory, his eyes staring at an old family photo.

When he was five years old, his mother, his father, another child in his dream. The child who left without turning around at all.

"Are you awake?" ask the mother to enter her son's room.

Michael looked stunned in silence, a spacious room that was so unfamiliar to him. The young man who wears black pajamas today. Aye! This isn't Berta's house in Claudia's village or apartment. He decided to follow his mother.

The truly unique smell of tea is smelled. There's a sweet strawberry smell in there. Some maids entered the room, wearing black and white uniforms like hotel staff or maybe professional servants.

A waitress opened the curtains, while a male waitress wearing a suit complete with a bow tie, pushed the trolley filled with food.

Arrange small plates, cups and tables in such a way. Pouring the tea, then stepping back, looking down respectfully, again pushing the trolley away from the room.

Michael smiled." - Michael smiled."So because of this mom says the house in the village is a chicken coop and my wife's apartment is a goat coop?"

Yuki nodded, drinking the tea in session."One more thing, I don't work as a TKI in Hong Kong."

"Don't talk to me! My brain needs to digest the deception that mom and grandma are doing." Michael lay back down, this place was uncomfortable for him. He just wants to stay in the village. There was no need to be hurt to see Claudia with another man. Another guy? Michael wasn't willing to let go. Because it wasn't, she decided to follow her mother?

Tying Claudia in bed, maybe that's what she'll do.

"Young master, today you will start directly learning about managing the company. Special driving will also begin on this day. That night, the daughter of the Zang family wants to talk to you." A long explanation from a young man in glasses.

"Mom didn't intend to arrange my match, did she?" michael asked, staring at his mother.

"If you like it, it won't be good. Women who are slightly younger, equal in terms of social status. Your wife is nothing." A smile was engraved on the face of Yuki who was enjoying tea.

"No, I'll just go home to the apartment." Michael tried to smile withstanding his frustration.

"Mom was just kidding! The daughter of the Zang family is married, I just want to add to your relationship little by little. If you inherit the abilities of mother and father, it will be easy for you to smile, deceive your opponent, making him unwary." The woman put back her tea cup.

"As for mom..." Michael let out a rough sigh, getting up from his bed. Everything is served, warm water with a diffuse therapeutic aroma.

Clean himself, even wear served clothes. The type of perfume is chosen, there is nothing that is not served in this place.

Staring into the mirror of his current appearance, wearing a high-value watch that his servant had chosen. The young man who felt the mirror before him."If Claudia sees this, will she like it?" michael still misses him. But what's the point of being a husband on the edge. He will only be divorced after a year.

Stepping out of the room followed by a man who was assigned to be his assistant. A man with glasses, a little narrow until only a little part of his eyes look open, his face always smiles like someone friendly.

"What are the duties of the mother?" asked Michael without further ado.

"The acquisition of Fairy Hotel was just that for the time being. I'll guide you, but I won't make my own decisions." The answer from the young man who followed him.

"How long do I have to study and follow orders like this?" Michael asked again.

"The more performance you get. The more cruel the thing you do, the great madam will immediately entrust everything to you." The man answered back.

Until Michael stopped, the young man's face smiled."So where's mom's trust gonna fall on me? Is it up to the stage where I can acquire a middle-class company? Kidnap the owner?"

"Isn't that what you want? It would be easy if it dropped its status first. The little sparrow won't be able to fly if you break its wings." A more terrible answer than the assistant.

Michael stepped down to the first floor.

Breaking wings? What happens if Claudia doesn't have the power to escape from him anymore? A smile on his face. The man with the type of green flag, like a young man who was willing to sacrifice, so loved his wife. He slowly transforms into a red flag type, doing everything he can, manipulating the life of the woman he loves in order to rely only on her. Confine and confine her, just to be in her arms.

Not love, is it more like obsession? Who cares, the red flag type will do anything just to have the woman he loves.