Andrew shook his head in disbelief at what his father had said this afternoon.
“Impossible.. how could the father be so willing to kill my precious best friend's father and mother!” Andrew raised his voice.
Plakkkhhh! A slap hit his handsome face.
“Just because of that poor girl, you dare to yell at your own father! You have indeed caught the poor nature of their family!”
“Poor family? Wasn't father the one who caused the bankruptcy of Uncle Vendroe's family...”
“Because his father only knows gambling and spending money. The house has become a warehouse for my father's business goods. You don't even try to interfere!” Warning Mr. Carpio.
“Father… why are you so cruel… isn't it enough for you to make their life difficult.”
“Has your brain shifted, Andrew? How many times do you have to explain, if Vedroe has a huge debt!”
“Andrew, stop defending something you don't even know yourself about!” said Mrs. Carpio, mother of Andrew.
“But Uncle Ved's family doesn't have to die like that... at least they can still live, even in prison.”
“If that's what you want, then be prepared to see your own biological father languishing in iron bars. Do you really want that to happen to your own father?” snapped Mrs. Carpio.
“I really hate this cruel family ..” Andrew ran out of his family's mansion.
“Andrew!” cried Mrs. Carpio.
“Stop it! Andrew just doesn't understand my way, let him choose his own way.” said Mr. Carpio.
***
Andrew had been crying in his ignorance all this time. He only remembered that his father was involved in a crime syndicate, and it turned out that his father was also involved in the sadistic murder case of Belle's parents.
Even now he didn't know who had sent him the threatening message. Andrew is just a man who is pursuing his own career, about the crimes of his parents Andrew can only close his ears, close his eyes.
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“Izabelle Vedroe's Residence”
Today, Belle is very tired with all the pretty hectic work.
In addition to carrying out private foreign language lessons every day, Belle also often works overtime until late at night and early in the morning to do the translation tasks she receives from customers. Belle just works alone, promoting herself and even struggling alone.
The black line that has been left by her two late parents, seems to be an endless social sanction. Belle decided to open her own service business, because many different areas of the company rejected her application, just because of the black hair of her late parents.
Knock... knock...
Someone was knocking on the door of the house, and it was already 22.00 at night.
When she opened the door, it was Jordan who was standing in front of her.

“Can I come in?” Jordan asked. Belle nodded, and invited Jordan to sit on a wooden chair in the living room of Belle residence.
“How are you?” Jordan asked, the atmosphere between them had been very awkward, since the incident at the company a few months ago.
“I'm fine.” Belle replied while serving mineral water to Jordan.
“You hate me?” Jordan asked again, with short questions.
“Hate for what? And what do you mean?” Belle replied with Jordan question.
“In many ways, what happened in the past?”

Belle grinned and lifted her head.
“Since you fired me a few months ago and almost a year has passed... of course it is very difficult for me to get up from the economic downturn. However, I cannot blame anyone for my own problems.”
“Really?”
Belle nodded confidently, she was actually just trying to look tough in front of Jordan.
“Do you like me?” Jordan's question this time caused an uncontrollable sense of nervousness.
“Liking in what way do you mean? Is it when you are a leader, or... when we are in bed?”
Jordan was surprised to hear Belle's loud words.
“It's up to you, want to say things from any angle.”
“I'm happy to be in master's company, although I may have to accept your cold attitude. However, as for the other feelings… I guess I don't have any more feelings.” Belle said confidently.
Jordan stared intently at Belle, as if Belle's answer was truly unsatisfactory. This wasn't what Jordan wanted to hear either.
“So during that few times we had sex, you didn't have any feelings for me at all?”
“Well, since our relationship is nothing more than master and subordinate.”
“Even when I fucked you so many times, you still have feelings for me?”
“Yes. Because I forbid myself to fall in love with a man who only thinks I'm a bitch, even a submissive dog.”
Jordan immediately stood up from his seat, standing with his back to Belle. 
“If you think you're just an obedient dog, but that's not really the case with me.”
Belle was surprised to hear Jordan's words.

“All the words, insults from the master is enough to explain my identity and even my pride.” Belle twisted the hem of the T-shirt she was wearing.
“Apparently you are only smart in academics. However, in real life you can barely make sense of everything..” Jordan said then walked away.
Belle still didn't understand the meaning of Jordan's words, and moreover, Belle had never been in a romantic relationship with any man. So it was quite difficult for Belle to interpret the actions of the men.

Since school, Belle is required to always get the top rank in the class, and she also has to be serious about studying. Her father, who always lost in gambling, made Belle always have to get a school scholarship, as an additional school fee to go to college.
Then, when is Belle's time to enjoy her private life.
Belle tidied her work desk, tears in her eyes again, Belle cried sadly in her solitude.
Belle wiped her tears and began to lament her increasingly difficult life. Fighting alone was nothing new for Belle.
***
“LONGUE BAR”

Hargggkk ahkkk… Jordan moaned in pleasure, when a woman performed oral sex on him. Jordan sat like a king on his throne. Enjoy every pleasure that a comfort woman gives.

Precisely in the VIP Bar room.

“Master doesn't want to enter mine?” said the woman, rubbing her cock against Jordan's knee.
“You're disgusting, get out of here!” Jordan shooed the woman away, after he had reached the pinnacle of his own pleasure.
Huh! “Men are so selfish! Once satisfied, just arbitrarily expel! Huh!” Muttered the woman as she stepped outside.
“Damn!” Jordan threw the glass ashtray beside him. The ashtray broke on the VIP room floor.
“Is that a word of honesty from you, Izabelle? You've managed to toy with my heart!” Jordan kept muttering, he was very disappointed with Belle's words.
It wasn't what Jordan expected, but Belle really dared to make Jordan nervous like this.
“Never before has a woman made me nervous like this.. you really are my brave little bitch ..” Jordan said, but there was a high curiosity in his mind about Belle.
***