The Overbearing Dignitaries Is Incomparable

Chapter 22 She is not very friendly

Chapter 22 She is not very friendly

She repeated the words again.

Bertina pushed her head away with her index finger, raised her eyebrows, and looked at Ellen beside her, her voice low and cold, "What's going on?"

Sister Ellen, who was called, trembled all over, "Young, young master, we thought the little madman's confinement would be seen by everyone."

Slaves and servants made a mistake in confinement, and they were indeed starved of food and water.

It was not allowed to come out of the confinement room until the time was up.

This rhetoric was the rhetoric that the Ellens had come up with when they detained Harriet's food privately. Harriet chuckled softly, his laughter hoarse and gruff, "Think I'm locked up like everyone else? I can go into the master's bedroom, can you? Can I be the same as you?"

"Master didn't have a clear explanation, so..." Ellen lowered her head lower.

"presumptuous!"

Harriet grabbed the water glass from the coffee table and threw it hard on the ground.

slap.

The glass shattered at Ellen's feet.

"Throw the black pot to the young master, you are really impatient! Did the young master say that he was closed, and he said he would not give food or water?"

The Ellens were questioned by this sound, their legs softened in fright, and they knelt on the ground.

Knees on the glass slag, bright red blood soon seeped Ellen's black skirt.

"Master, we really didn't do it on purpose! Please spare my life, Master."

Harriet loosened Bertina's neck, got up and walked in front of Sister Ellen, "Answering my previous question, did the young master say that in addition to confinement, he would starve me without food and water?"

"No, no."

"Self-assertion guy!" Harriet kicked up.

Ellen screamed and fell heavily to the floor.

Harriet raised her foot again, ready to kick another Ellen, Bertina closed her eyes, raised her hand and pressed her eyebrows, "Enough."

"Not enough." Harriet turned his head, his eyes were full of angry fire, "I begged them to give me something to eat in the bedroom, and they laughed outside, I can't swallow it!"

"What do you want?" Bertina suppressed her anger.

This is not the first time he has seen her character that will be punished.

It's not surprising.

Don't make her happy tonight, she will be tossing with yin and yang all night.

Simply let her clean up this bad breath all at once.

"Master, are such slaves the loyal slaves you carefully trained? I think these so-called loyal slaves have received high-standard training for food, clothing, and clothing, and they have forgotten their status as slaves, thinking that they are a daughter of gold. Now I dare to make up my own mind behind your back, and I will dare to stumble the mistress behind your back in the future."

"Talk about the point."

Harriet smiled slightly, "The point is, let me beat them up, and then let them pack up and get out."

After listening to Harriet's words, Ellen kowtowed violently, crying, "Master, we know we're wrong, please don't drive us away!"

"Master, one infidelity is not tolerated a hundred times." Harriet added fuel to the fire.

Afraid that things weren't serious enough.

"Medwin."

Medwin, who was standing beside him, took a step forward, "Master, you ordered."

"Give her a whip."

"Yes."

The whip used for punishment in the castle has barbs all over its body.

Every time the whip hits the skin, the skin will be ripped open and the flesh will be blurred.

Satisfied, Harriet took the whip and weighed it in her hands. "Good guy."

The Ellens were lying tremblingly on the ground.

Snapped.

The whip whipped to the ground, making a crisp, blood-boiling sound.

Harriet enjoyed the pleasure of controlling the fate of others, and the whip in his hand was no longer a whip for punishment.

But a scepter that can tamper with fate.

Sister Ellen trembled, and Harriet bowed her head. "Do you regret it?"

"Later, I regret it..."

"late."

Snapped!

The whip lashed Ellen's body sharply, and the whip saw blood.

Harriet's face was cold, his blurred eyes gleamed coldly, and the movements of his men became more and more cruel.

Ellen's screams were endless.

In the huge hall, the crisp sound of the whip on the flesh kept echoing.

After countless blows, Harriet's arm was sore, and he gave up.

Sister Ellen's back was ripped open and she lay dying on the ground.

Throwing the whip back into Medwin's hand, Harriet turned to Bertina and said obediently, "Master, I went upstairs to take a shower."

The stern man nodded slightly.

Harriet walked briskly up the stairs.

I believe that after tonight, it will give a warning to many people who want to stumble and torture her.

She Harriet vengeance!

The best way to get along is not to be her enemy.

Bertina rested her head with one hand, scratched kyitty's chin with the other, and looked coldly at Sister Ellen, who was dying, "Throw it out."

"Yes, Master!"

Soon, the men in black took Sister Ellen away, and the blood on the scene was quickly cleaned up.

The luxurious hall was restored to its original cleanliness.

In the bathroom, the heat rises.

Harriet soaked in the bathtub contentedly, the warm water soaked away all the fatigue, and the whole body felt comfortable.

Hearing footsteps, she opened her eyes suddenly.

Bertina walked in as if in a no-man's land, and Harriet frowned lightly, "Why did you come in?"

Bertina unbuttoned her shirt with one hand, her thin lips traced a slight smile, "I satisfied you just now, now it's your turn to satisfy me."

Harriet: "…"

It is indeed a beast!

Before he could resist, Harriet was pressed into the bathtub, and the Fa-rectification started on the spot.

...

The body seemed to fall apart, and the whole body was sore.

Lying on the bed, Harriet was panting from exhaustion, almost limp, and he didn't even have the strength to move.

Bertina poured a glass of red wine and sipped, "Did you take the medicine on time?"

"What medicine?"

Bertina was obviously very dissatisfied with her neglect, "Did the doctor give you the medicine for your throat, did you take it on time?"

She wanted to eat on time, but she had to have the opportunity to eat on time.

Rolling his eyes indecently, Harriet closed his eyes and hummed tiredly, "No chance to eat."

"Did you have no chance to eat it, or did you not want to eat it?"

Every time when the love is strong, I hear her hoarse and rough voice, and my interest is lost a lot.

Bertina is purely for her own interest, so I hope her broken throat can be cured as soon as possible.

"I'm not stupid, why don't you want to eat it? Besides, you don't want to see me, you don't want to see me."

Who can't live with a better self?

Unless the brain is kicked by a donkey!

Bertina frowned slightly, and said so.

Taking a sip of red wine, he bowed his head, his thin lips resting on hers.

Harriet's eyes widened, what did he want to do?

In the next second, her lips and teeth were forcefully pried open, and all the red wine was fed into her mouth...

Harriet clenched his little fist angrily and swung it at his flat face, Bertina grabbed her fist slowly.

A generous big palm wrapped her small fist.

"As a reward, is your waist still sore?"

"you shut up!"

Bertina laughed softly, her voice was intoxicating, "Didn't you scream happily just now, but now you're shy?"

Harriet rolled over in exasperation, his back to him.

He pulled the high silk quilt in one hand and covered his head.

Fortunately, Bertina was also sensible and did not continue to torment her.

The night passed without incident.

…………

the next day.

Harriet was kicked out of bed early in the morning.

Getting up from the carpet, she grabbed the edge of the bed with one hand and growled angrily, "Bertina!"

He meows!

The man's eyes were closed, and his voice was lazy and hoarse, "There is a banquet tonight, and I need you to attend. Let Ellen take you to do it."

Harriet climbed onto the bed, lay down, and refused without thinking, "No."

A long leg pressed on her leg, pressing her down heavily.

Bertina picked up a few strands of her hair with one hand and covered the ugly half of her face, "This is an order, you can't help but say no."

"I'm so ugly, you're not afraid of losing your face?"

How could Bertina not know what she was thinking about, she was just making excuses and trying to push things aside.

Her little trick could not escape his eyes.

The man's thin lips evoked a faint smile, turned her over, raised his long legs and kicked her buttocks.

thump.

the second time!

Falling out of bed for the second time!

Already sore and having to endure his violent wake-up call, Harriet grabbed the pillow and slammed it into his flat face.

"Let you kick me, let you kick me!"

"Little madman, stop!"

Harriet slammed hard, threw the pillow, turned and ran.

Bertina sat up with a gloomy face, just about to fight back, the figure of the little madman quickly disappeared from the door.

"Shut up!" Bertina slammed her fist on the pillow, completely drowsy.

Harriet, who got into trouble, consciously went to Ellen, and Ellen took her to the spa.

Lying on the massage table, Harriet's white and smooth skin made the Ellens envious.

No wonder the young master likes her.

This kind of rare stunner figure, not to mention men, even women like it.

Since the Li Wei last night, the Ellens in the castle have all restrained a lot.

After all, no one wants to lose the job.

Of course, there are still a few people who are not afraid of death and are in line with Laverna.

The two Ellens, who were always on the lookout for Laverna, saw Harriet enter the spa room with their own eyes, and quietly called Laverna, who was on a mission far away in the country.

"Hello?" Laverna's voice was hoarse and exhausted.

Ellen whispered, "Tracy, it's not good!"

"What's the matter?" Laverna closed the neckline of her nightgown with one hand, her body covered with marks of torture.

The old man tried his best to play with her, and his body was almost ruined.

"Little madman...she beat Li Rong and Meilan badly last night, and then kicked them out. Now, they have been removed from the slave list."

Laverna took a breath and propped her forehead with one hand, "Who gave her the guts?!"

"It's the young master..."

Laverna felt the fire in her chest, burning violently.

This ugly monster, is it really the reincarnation of the fox spirit?

An ugly face can also fascinate the young master, and she leads him by the nose.

"Tracy, the little madman is going to a banquet with the young master tonight, you say...will she be our mistress?"

The three words of the hostess stimulated Laverna's sensitive nerves.

There were footsteps, and Laverna couldn't say more, "I see, you all pay attention, don't let her catch anything."

"I know Tracy."

After hanging up, Laverna immediately deleted the call log.

She folded her arms around her chest, and a cold light flashed across her eyes, little madman, your death is coming soon.

See how long you can be arrogant!

Thoughts twitched thousands of times, but it was only a few seconds. The footsteps came from far to near, and a calloused hand pinched her chin, "Come and serve me."

"Yes, sir."

Laverna lowered her eyes and had to serve the old man as best she could.

…………

It was already afternoon when I came out of the spa.

Harriet was wearing a bathrobe and was taken to the cloakroom. The three women who measured her measurements last night, with two gorgeous dresses in their hands, stood there waiting quietly.

"Little madman, this is the dress you and the young master need to wear for the dinner tonight. Try it on first."

Harriet nodded indifferently, Bertina's order, she couldn't easily disobey.

Who knows when that unpredictable beast will turn his face.

The white dress, the delicate fishtail design, and the hem of the skirt set her off like an ancient Greek goddess with a noble temperament, nobility and inviolability.

Harriet turned twice towards the floor mirror, nodding in satisfaction, "Yes, that's all."

"Okay, let's try makeup first."

Harriet's brows furrowed slightly, and her patience has been worn down by being at the mercy of others all day.

"Isn't it night time? Trying on makeup is a waste of my time."

Dropping the words, Harriet changed his dress and turned to leave the cloakroom.

Although the Ellens had objections, they dared not step forward to stop her, and could only watch her leave.

Inside the study.

Bertina took the document from Medwin, picked up a pen and signed her name on the document.

The vigorous and powerful font, like his people, is cold and arrogant.

Closing the document, Bertina closed the pen cap, "How's the little madman getting ready?"

"Back to the young master, the little madman is still trying on the dress and makeup."

Raising his hand and looking at the watch, Bertina's eyes were familiar, "Bring her here."

"Yes."

Going to the cloakroom, Medwin found out that Harriet was not there, so he went to Bertina's bedroom and found her who was making up for sleep.

Call Sister Ellen, lift her from the bed, and take her to the study.

Harriet glared angrily at the man sitting on the executive chair, "Bertina, are you finished? Are you letting people sleep?"

"Are you sleepy?"

Just as Harriet was about to say yes, the words went round in his head, why did he feel so wrong?

"You go out first."

Ellen bowed her head and stepped back: "Yes, young master."

Medwin carefully closed the door and stood at the door of the study waiting.

"Can you dance?" Bertina held a cigarette between her fingertips, held it at the corner of her lips, narrowed her eyes, and lowered her head slightly to light the cigarette.

"do not know."

The memory is gone, how does she know if she will?

This question is really deep.

"Try it."

"what?"

Bertina's brows were raised, and she frowned fiercely. Is she mentally retarded?

Can't understand the literal meaning?

The music of the waltz sounded, and Bertina brushed off the cigarette ashes, holding the cigarette to the corner of her lips.

He took Harriet's hand. "I'll teach you."

Harriet was a little stunned, passively being led by him.

Bertina soon discovered that she didn't look like a dance beginner, her body was unbelievably soft.

It follows the rhythm very rhythmically. He only takes it once, and she can keep up with his rhythm and remember the pace.

Uncomfortably stared at by his scorching gaze, Harriet glared at him, "What are you looking at, haven't you seen a beauty?"

"Beauty? Just you?"

Harriet is also a smug, "If I'm not disfigured, you dare to say that I'm not?"

"No ifs, you're already disfigured." Master Kirk hit the nail on the head.

Harriet suddenly became lost, his head drooped down, and he didn't jump at all, let go of him, turned around and sat down on the sofa sullenly.

After a while, Bertina didn't come.

Harriet couldn't help himself, raised his head, "Master, what if I'm like this forever, what should I do?"

"It's ugly to be ugly, and you're used to it."

Harriet: "…"

Shouldn't he say to find a doctor for her face at this time? !

Disgusting her voice ruins the interest, can it be that her half-destroyed face can increase the interest?

Under Harriet's various explicit hints, Bertina was still acting stupid.

Harriet had to give up.

…………

Nigel family , a real estate tycoon.

The birthday party of Kingsley , the daughter of the Nigel family, was held in the old house of the Nigel family in the imperial capital .

The birthday banquet was grand in scale, with businessmen and politicians all present.

Kingsley , in the name of the Nigel family , invited Jeremiahis to be his male companion for the night.

Unexpectedly, it was his good friend, Bertina, an arms dealer who was feared by the people of the country and was terrified by the wind.

For tonight's banquet, the well-dressed Kingsley , in the crowd, hired Tingting, just like Qinghe in summer.

High temperament, graceful and elegant.

The appearance of Bertina detonated the ** of the birthday party!

The man is tall and slender, with a face that is carefully carved like a god, handsome and wicked, surrounded by the innate noble air, deep cold eyes, only a small glance, it is daunting.

In the crook of his arm, he was playing with a slender, white arm.

The woman has a graceful body, with half a gorgeous ruby mask, and half of her face revealed, which is absolutely stunning.

The blurred eyes, with a mysterious breath, made it hard to control her wanting to approach her and unravel this mysterious veil.

It's just that the man beside her is Bertina, and no one dares to hit her.

Enemy the walking living King of Hell, and be swept into a hornet's nest by bullets in minutes!

"Happy birthday, I'm here in place of Jinglan." Bertina tilted her head slightly, and Medwin, who was standing behind her, immediately gave the gift.

Kingsley thanked softly, and the servant beside her took the gift.

Her eyes passed Bertina towards the door, and whispered, "He didn't come, did he?"

Should have known, should not have expected.

Kingsley looked back in disappointment, " Master Kirk , please come inside."

In the banquet hall, the clothes are fragrant and the temples are shadowed.

This is the best social occasion, and the best occasion for high society to expand their contacts.

"Master, I'm hungry." Harriet took his hand out of Bertina's arm and looked at the buffet table beside him.

Bertina nodded, her eyes narrowed, "Go."

Knowing that Bertina was present in person, Kingsley 's father came forward to entertain.

" Master Kirk can come, it's really bright."

The corners of Bertina's lips curled slightly, her eyes were pale, and just as she was about to speak, there was a sound of china shattering in front of the buffet table not far away.

"what!"

"Someone vomited blood..."

"She, she fainted!"

Bertina's heart sank, almost subconsciously, as she looked at the source of the sound.