Psychopath Girl The Mafia Boss's Daughter

Psychopath Girl The Mafia Boss's Daughter
Go one, come the other


The five thugs left Laura's shop. Some who are still strong walk help their friends who fainted or are unable to stand again. Please be advised, Julia and Marjori are not holding back against them. Still alive is lucky.


"Oh, I'm so grateful to you. I don't know how to repay all your kindness."


"Sister Laura doesn't need to think about it. We should have helped" Julia said.


"Did they come in like that and ask for money?" ask Nisa.


"Well... They do come every week, robbing like that on the grounds of paying security money. If they don't give them money, they will destroy our store and ask for twice as much money as usual" explained Laura a little gloomy as she recalled all of that.


"Now Laura's sister doesn't have to worry anymore they come to ask for money," Julia stroked Laura's back to encourage her. "So you can run this shop in peace."


"If that happens, tell us immediately. I hate people like them the most" Marjorie continued without glancing at the others.


"I don't think they'll dare to come in the future. Thanks again for helping me. As a gift, I'll make you a fresh jumbo-sized fruit ice cream for the three of you."


"No. Thank you, Laura. I've had enough sweet food today" refused Nisa.


"Me too" and so is Marjorie.


"Really, Laura's sister? Can I see how it's made?" but not Julia. He was excited when he heard the word ice cream.


"Of course I can."


"Horay!" julia shouted in excitement as she followed Laura into the kitchen.


"Well... If it's eating, he's the fastest."


"Hide... That's how Julia is."


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Julius was sitting on a chair on the balcony of his room while watching his phone screen. Not looking at social media, playing games or chatting with someone. He got a notification from the system on Julia's watch. Not something bad, but enough to make him wonder.


"Julia's heart rate lures faster for a few minutes, but the data from her body condition is in good shape. What is he doing right now? Is he playing? The location indicated is also on the outskirts of the city. Huh... What do I care about that. My sister is not a little girl who is easily disturbed by just anyone and also in places like that at least there are little thugs. Besides, I heard he also invited Marjorie. Hehe... Today must have been the worst day of anyone who was their opponent."


"July! Do you have any activities this afternoon?" call Carl back from nowhere.


"none. Why why?"


"Will you accompany me to the city? There's stuff I want to take at the bar."


"All right."


Without questioning what the item was, Julius moved out of his chair. He grabbed his jacket and walked out with Carl. Because it is not possible to go to the city using Carl's motorbike, they decided to take a car. Julius was also loaned a car by his uncle Samuel on equal terms.


It took them about an hour to get to the bar Carl was referring to. Julius parked his car where it had been provided. They walked into the bar. The room is quite spacious and there are several chairs there like a bar in general. At this hour the state of the bar is still quiet from visitors. Even so, there are only one or two people seen visiting this bar. Julius took a seat in the table-lined chair in front of the barista.


"Want to order something?" asked the barista on the sidelines he cleaned the glass.


"No. Thank you." Thank you."


"Please."


Carl steps away towards the door leading to the back room of the main room of the bar. Julius again issued his cellphone just to entertain himself while waiting for his friend to get the goods sent to him.


"Keju," the barista suddenly placed a small plate of cheese that had been cut to the size of a dice in front of Julius.


"I didn't order anything."


"Every visitor will get cheese for free. Usually this cheese they will mix in their wine."


"Thank you."


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Finished enjoying a sweet dish the size of her jumba, Julia thanked Laura for treating it. The sweet dishes made by Laura really make Julia want to eat again and again and of course she can not eat for free for this very delicious dish. Julia donates a small amount of funds but without Laura's knowledge that the funds are from her. Julia used her mysterious account to send some money to Laura's account. Julia, Nisa and Marjorie share a conversation with Laura. Waving their hands they promised to come back one day and enjoy the Hamburger Steak again with their other friends.


"Fiiuh... Finally today I can eat as much as I can," said Julia who leaned her body on the back seat. This time Marjorie who changed was in front of the steering wheel. "By the way, what's our menu for tonight, huh? I hope I'm done with Laura's cooking."


"What's true is that your head is still thinking about food. You can have a stomachache, Julia," taunted Marjorie.


"I was wondering, were you always like this at home?" ask Nisa. He who sat in the front seat turned around to speak more freely.


"You ask? I answered, no. Wh why? Because I'm tired of cooking at home. I prefer my mama's cooking, but mama's pretty preoccupied with her work. I can most taste it when mom is off work."


No more conversations for a while. Nisa has fixed her sitting position back facing forward. Their car has just entered the hills. The green forest adorned the entire right lane they passed and the left side was a steep cheat two meters deep. The place in front of Marjorie stopped her car because of the red light. Suddenly a red striped yellow sports car stopped next to their car. At first Marjorie, Nisa and Julia didn't care about it. They were waiting for the lights to turn green until the driver next to them lowered the windshield. A girl wearing sunglasses and chewing gum asked Marjorie to lower her car glass. Marjorie complied because she was curious about what she wanted.


"What?" marjorie asked a little unfriendly.


"Good car" said the girl, taking off her glasses.


"It's not my car."


"You're really annoying but luckily I'm not looking for you."


"If that's all you want to talk about. We have to go first" with Marjorie's cold gas plugging left the girl visibly upset.


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