Trapped in the Love of the Cruel CEO
Will that feeling arise

"You? what are you doing why you pulled me and took me away, "his bully immediately threw Richard's hand from him.

"Alright if you don't want me to save you at least now you should stay with me," his spontaneous reply made Cassandra's gaze turn to her.

"What do you mean. Hasn't you been hating me so much even the marriage we run just out of sheer vengeance why now you switch to acting like a hero, "his bluff without giving Richard time to say.

"It's up to you, you want to say what but it's clear that if you stay alone there's a chance that the bad guys will keep chasing you. And maybe even scarier things they might teach you a more rough lesson would you bear with all that?"

Fearful of the threat Richard had given her. Cassandra looked at Richard's face with her serious face.

"Well for my own safety I want to return to your home" he replied without saying he would enter the house. Richard then blocked him by pulling his left hand.

"Wait if it is your decision then lock this house from the inside. And sleep in the basement if you feel less calm if something is coming.

"Wait for me to sleep in the basement, aren't you also here with me?" ask with a surprised expression.

"I have business and I also know you'd be very anxious if you were next to me so enjoy the night yourself bay,"

A word that only comes out of his mouth. After showing a different attitude from his nature, he usually rushed into his car.

"Gosh what he just said is he out of his mind again?" he was confused himself.

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In a place filled with colorful light rays, with disco music that makes anyone who hears it will surely dance and show his body's poignancy, especially for women. Plus there are many people who are sitting relaxing while drinking some alcohol alcoh*l that makes their consciousness slowly begin to fade.

In the same room and place there was a handsome man with a slightly burly stature who spent his time fiddling.

" Sir, stop drinking all this, you've been drinking too much of this and now you're drunk, so stop it," the orders of a 25-year-old man were none other than his personal bodyguard.

"Hey who are you, how dare you order me if you forget I am your boss, do you forget I am your boss who can when and where to kill*hmu if you realize it, is, do you want to feel the hot bullet hitting your stomach" Richard threatened with a faint sense of consciousness.

"I'm sorry, sir, I don't mean to say that, I'm sorry.

"From you talking a lot, now you're quick to take me home," he ordered, and Richard's men helped carry him.

SERIATE.