Psychopath Girl The Mafia Boss's Daughter

Psychopath Girl The Mafia Boss's Daughter
Meaning of Lady Blue


"But now I'm no longer the one you can denigrate. I am the real princess who has great power and power. No one can stop me, I mean my own father."


"Your father? Not you..."


"That's right. I have not known who my father was. But since my mother's death, there came a messenger from the Danish kingdom who said that I was the outer daughter of the Danish prince. Even if it's just an outer princess, but there's still noble blood running through my body."


"Oh... That's why you use the nickname Lady Blue, the blue girl means girl of blue blood, noble blood," said Julia began to understand the meaning behind the nickname.


"It's too late to know that now" Gerda pulled out her phone. "I think it's time to order them to storm the hidden family headquarters."


"I beg Gerda, don't do this!" said Julia tried to intercept Gerda.


"Why indeed? It has nothing to do with you either."


"On that, Gerda actually... Um... There's something you should know, "Julia doesn't feel like saying it.


"Julia is the daughter of the Black Mamba mafia leader," shouted Nisa loudly making all turn to her with a shocked expression especially Rica. "I'm sorry Julia. I just feel like he should know this."


"Thank you Nisa" Julia said with a smile. Nisa's been helping him tell her what Julia can't tell Gerda.


"You mean, Nisa. The Black Mamba Mafia is under the control of the Flors?" tanya Gerda made sure.


"That's right Gerda. Sorry I never told you about this. I'm afraid you'll stay away from me and won't be friends with me anymore. Who wants to be friends with a girl who has killed many lives. Just hearing the word Mafia, you're already scared, how would you be if you knew my true identity. You guys must have stayed away from me, looking at me in fear with a trembling body. I don't want to be seen that way at all. I want you to look at me with a smile, greet me fearlessly and with consternation."


"You're the daughter of a mob boss and you've never killed anyone?" the look on Gerda's face looked as if she was terrified as she knew it.


"Eh... Yes," Julia was quite confused by Gerda's reaction. "Isn't it common in the underground world?"


"It turns out you're a Julia criminal! You should have stuck behind bars for intentionally taking someone's life away" Rica snapped but with a terrified expression.


"Hey, I don't recklessly kill people. They deserve to be killed, even if handed over to the police, they must be put to death."


"Then, are you going to kill me too? After what I did to you..."


"There's no point killing you, Rica. I just like to play with arrogant girls like you."


The suddenness made Rica throw away her embarrassed face because of her fear and subconsciously asked so. Seeing Rica's terrified expression earlier made Julia compare it to Gerda's facial features. Although it does not seem obvious but from Gerda's eyes can be guessed if he also felt afraid after knowing that Julia had never killed people.


"Is Gerda afraid of me but she's now part of the underworld. Has he never killed anyone?" Julia smile. "Gerda, you haven't changed at all. Even though you look fierce, your heart is still soft. You're like a paper tiger."


"Who are you calling a paper tiger?!!" shouted Gerda did not accept.


"Have you ever smelled the thick smell of blood?"


"I, that... I'm..."


"No. It's too late for that. No one can stop me."


"Don't fuck Gerda! Or me..." Julia was about to brandish her pistol but her hands were too trembling to tell her friend.


"Why are you quiet? You wanna guess me? Come on, do it if you can! Shoot me, Julia!"


"No. I can't do this. You're my friend, Gerda," Julia dropped the gun.


"There's no point in you yelling and saying I'm your friend. You've even forgotten me, Julia. For over a year now you have never visited my grave. Yes, even if it's just a fake grave, but it proves you've completely forgotten your friend!"


"I'm sorry, Gerda. I didn't mean that. I'm..."


"That's enough! What other excuse can you use?" cut Gerda. "I've been holding on all this time to you. I know everything you're doing. You have forgotten me. You think of me as having nothing in your life."


"That's because I've lost all memory of you."


"Lost memory?"


"Yes. Do you remember when I chased you when I saw the meteor shower? I really missed my best friend. To cheer myself up, my brother took me to watch the meteor shower on the top of the hill. What a beautiful sight and I beg the shooting star to see your face once again. Who would have guessed that my request was granted. I was really reunited with you but unfortunately you ran away from me. Don't want to lose my friend again, I'm after you."


"I clearly remember the event. I don't know why there was such a strong urge to ask me to go to the top of the hill. I didn't think you'd be there. Not wanting my identity to be revealed, I immediately left the place. But it turns out you're after me. I remember you had an accident and your car fell into the abyss."


"That's right. Because the accident that caused me to lose my memory and anenya only memory of you that I forgot. Every time my heart misses you my brain responds to it as a threat and gives me tremendous pain. I was forced to take medicine every week so that the pain did not torture me too much but over time I forgot all the others. In order to prevent me from being able to remember everything, I was required to remember the events before the accident happened. I have to remember you in order to heal and all the photos I saw below have helped me remember everything. I remember you as my best friend, the most important person in my heart."


"That's why you look paler than usual. It turns out you've been sick all this time and I didn't know it. I thought you had forgotten me instead" Gerda bowed sadly and felt guilty for mistaking Julia. "I'm..."


"Don't believe every word of His Majesty. It's just an excuse to escape from you" said someone who suddenly appeared from behind Gerda.


Gerda. "Supervisor Hans?"


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