When Eduardo Tercero followed him out of the casino, Claudio Belles had already climbed into a global limited edition Ferrari with Joachim Moras.
Joachim Moras was about to start his sports car when Eduardo Tercero pulled right in front of him, stopping them in their tracks.
The front of the car nearly hit Eduardo Tercero’s long legs, but Joachim Moras braked just in time and the Ferrari held on.
Claudio Belles stuck his little body out and shouted to Eduardo Tercero, who was in front of the car: “Eduardo Tercero you don’t want to die, I’d rather die!”.
In H-Town, in Eduardo Tercero’s territory, she and Joachim would be in for a rude awakening if they hit Eduardo Tercero with their car.
Eduardo Tercero came over with long legs, opened the door, grabbed Claudio Belles by the wrist and dragged her out of the car.
“Eduardo Tercero, what are you doing?”
“This late at night with a bimbo, are you planning to stay out all night?”
Joaquin Moras, who was sitting in the Ferrari, raised his eyebrows in defiance at the sudden accusation of being a white boy and said, “Man, who are you calling a white boy, Claudio doesn’t pay me for anything!”
Eduardo Tercero bristled at the cloying epithet and narrowed his cold black eyes as he said coolly, “Claudio, what’s with that meaty name?”
Claudio Belles’ mouth twitched, knowing that Eduardo Tercero was a strong man and that if she continued to be this stubborn, she might even get Joaquin in trouble, she waved her hand and said to Joaquin Moras, “Joaquin, go back to the hotel and I will come back to see you tomorrow.”
Joaquin Moras, who was only eighteen and still a child at heart, brushed his lips and said, “Claudio, aren’t you going to play now? I said I would play until dawn.”
A night of fun? Play what?
Eduardo Tercero is a mature man with a quick mind. A night of fun between a man and a woman? What kind of fun? In bed?
Eduardo Tercero grabbed Claudio Belles’ hand, squeezing it tighter and tighter, and looked at Joaquin Moras with a chilling look. “You’re still not leaving?”
That look, as if he was looking at a dead man.
As soon as Joaquin Moras’ eyes met Eduardo Tercero’s, a subconscious shiver ran through his body and a large pore of sweat rose on his back.
Eduardo Tercero’s look was clearly: don’t you want to leave, do you want to die?
And that stance was a minute away from pulling out a gun!
Joachim Moras stepped on the accelerator in a hurry and drove off in his sports car in a huff.
Eduardo Tercero seemed to crush his wrists and Claudio Belles frowned, shaking off his shackles.
“Eduardo Tercero, let’s be clear, I agreed to stay with you for a hundred days, but that doesn’t mean that during those hundred days I won’t have any freedom.”
Eduardo Tercero looked her in the eyes and, angry, pursed his lips, “During these one hundred days you are my property, so it’s up to me whether you are free or not.”
Property? Claudio Belles is neither a cat nor a dog.
Claudio Belles saw the seriousness with which he spoke and grimaced: “Eduardo Tercero, I warn you, it is true that we have a business relationship, but that does not mean that I have to be under your control. If you continue to be so overbearing and unreasonable, I will have my way out of H-City.”
I don’t know what words tore the taut rope from Edward the Third’s heart, but he snapped it around her waist and chained her in his arms, lowering his head and kissing her hard on the red lips.
He is overbearing, unquestioning, and doesn’t even leave room for…. No room to breathe.
Claudio Belles struggled, clenching her fists and trying to push him away, but the more she struggled, the tighter Eduardo Tercero held her, as if trying to strangle her in his bones and blood, and his arms were like a cage she could not push away.
“Eduardo Tercero… Well…”
She bit her lip hard.
Edward the Third’s arms were still firmly around her body when he released her slightly, his forehead resting against hers, his dark eyes cold and hot as he stared at her red, swollen lips and spoke in a single word, “You have ways to escape, and I have ways to bring you back, Claudius Belles. You are not in my good books, and you had better not waste away so easily.”
Eduardo Tercero’s voice was muffled and low, and sounded affectionate, but there was a coldness and a murderous intent.
It was the first time Claudio Belles had seen Eduardo Tercero like this and he couldn’t help but swallow saliva and look at him slightly, “You let go of me first.”
Eduardo Tercero, knowing that she would not run for the moment, was only slightly displeased by her request and frowned slightly, releasing her with displeasure.
It was a long winter night in H-Town, the night was white with chatter, and Eduardo Tercero’s black trench coat, the one he had sheathed himself in when he fought earlier, had long since fallen to the ground.
Eduardo Tercero bent down, picked up the black trench coat from the floor, patted the dust and put it back on.
Claudio Belles: “…”
A slap on the wrist and a piece of candy?
How can this man be so clumsy!
Claudius Belles puffed himself up more and more, and as he moved forward, he said viciously, “Don’t ever treat my friend like that again!”
“If I had not thought of him as your friend, he would be a cold corpse by now.”
Claudio Belles raised his eyes to look at him, “Joaquin is just a child.”
Eduardo Tercero grabbed her arm and pushed her against the side of the car, “Joachim? Are you that close?”
“…”
“Claudio Belles, you’re taking my card and spending my money with the white boy, so if I don’t come to you tonight, are you going to use my card and go to a hotel with the white boy and get a… room? Room?”
Claudio Belles raised an eyebrow, his starry eyes staring at him as he deliberately said, “Yes, there is an intention to do that.”
Edward the Third’s chest closed, pinning her against the side of the car, the cold light in his dark eyes turned dangerous.
She looked around and pursed her lips, “President Eduardo is a respectable man, it’s not a good idea to make out in the street, is it?”
This is out, he doesn’t want to be embarrassed, she wants to be embarrassed!
Eduardo Tercero’s face turned sullen and shadowed for a moment, as he yanked open the door and pushed it open rather roughly.
Claudius Belles shrugged his sore wrist and grumbled, “You want to be gentle!”
“The little white man is gentle.”
“… Joachim is my apprentice.”
Edward the Third froze with jealousy, “If you don’t want that little white man to die young, don’t mention him again.”
“… You mentioned him first.”
Eduardo Tercero gritted his teeth, stepped on the accelerator and the car sped like a cheetah down a deserted road late at night.
On the way back to La Villa Real, after a moment of solitary calm while driving, Eduardo Tercero looked coldly at the useless woman occupying the passenger seat and asked, “What do you plan to pay me for the money you owe me?”
Claudio Belles raised an eyebrow at this and rolled his eyes, “Since when do I owe you money?”
“You lost a lot of my money at the casino today, do you want to deny it?”
Eduardo Tercero said it in a salty, nonjudgmental, iron-faced way, as if he really wanted her to pay back the money.
Claudio Belles thought that today he had lost almost a billion in the casino, a billion … it’s not something he can’t pay, it’s just that his little coffers are going to really hurt.
“It’s not that I lost it, if you want someone to pay you back, go to Joachim. ”
Joaquin Moras is a regular guy, but he’s a good fugitive, and with all the hiding places in the world, Eduardo Tercero’s men don’t think they’ll find him.
Eduardo Tercero calmly said, “Well, I’ll send someone to tie him up and if he doesn’t pay me, I’ll have him chopped up piece by piece and throw him in the cold river to feed the fish.”
“…” so brutal?
Wouldn’t it be a disaster if Joachim was caught …?
“Is President Eduardo rich enough to take a life for a billion dollars? I’ve heard that people who have too much blood on their hands lose their loved ones and have nothing to come back to for the rest of their lives, so they will be miserable…? Why won’t President Edward leave Joachim alone? ”
Eduardo Tercero’s face was expressionless: “Since I already have so much fish blood on my hands, I wouldn’t mind getting his again.”
Claudio Belles: “…”
Tough enough.