"I haven't seen Mr.C yet, so I don't know when he'll give us our next command. But it seems like he wants you to suffer so much that you'd wish you were dead, maybe that's when he'll show up."
Edward Anderson suddenly put his arm around Bella Scott's shoulder.
In the next moment, Bella swiftly grabbed his arm and pinned him in place.
His handsome face distorted in pain, he screamed, "I was wrong, babe, let go of me!"
"What did you just call me?!" Bella increased her grip as she spoke.
"Mercy, my queen!" Edward immediately changed his tone, sensing her displeasure.
Bella looked at him contemptuously and finally released him.
It took Edward a while to recover, muttering quietly, "Truly a Medusa."
This woman had nearly dislocated his arm just now.
If you don't want your balls ripped off, be honest with me, and stop playing games!" Bella threatened coldly.
Edward couldn't help but laugh, "My manhood is already yours, what's the harm in giving it to you—"
