Blaine didn’t understand what the little doll was saying, so he turned around, puzzled, and asked his buddies behind him.
“Do any of you understand Chinese? What is this little kid saying?”
A boy with yellow hair, skinny as a monkey, scratched the back of his head and smiled, “Boss, she seems to be praising your looks! Just look at how pretty she is, it would be a waste if you ate her.”
As soon as he finished speaking, a footprint appeared on the butt of the yellow-haired buddy. The chubby guy, narcissistically flipped his two strands of hair in front of his forehead.
He usually cared a lot about these two long strands of hair, making sure to put on hair gel before going out, just for that moment of coolness when he flipped his head!
“I am already handsome, I don’t need you to flatter me, get lost!”
After saying that, he glanced at the little girl staring at him with her eyes, mischievously pinched her puffy cheeks, “Since she praised my looks, I won’t eat her for now.”
Anyway, she was small and slim, didn’t seem to have much meat on her.
More importantly, this little girl appeared in Sam’s private villa, with a maid taking care of her, so she must be his illegitimate daughter.
Three days ago, Sam snatched a business deal from his territory, and Blaine was thinking about settling the score with him.
After searching for several days, he finally found the location of this villa. At this moment, he thought he had captured Sasha, who he thought was Sam’s illegitimate daughter, and he was planning to use the child’s life to threaten Sam to hand over the goods.
Sasha naturally didn’t understand what they were saying, but it was clear that the man in front of her was not a good person, and he looked really scary!
“Bad guy! You villain, let me go, or if my dad comes, he will not be nice to you!”
The little girl had just woken up from illness, with an abnormal flush on her face. She looked delicate and weak, like she could be killed with just one hand.
But even though she was so weak and young, at this moment, being held in the air by the bad guy, she didn’t shed a tear, but instead looked fiercely at the chubby guy.
Her two slightly chubby short legs crossed and kicked in mid-air, very cute.
“My dad is a very powerful person, you definitely can’t beat him! When my dad comes, I will let him beat you!”
Sasha didn’t like to fight, but she was being bullied by this bad uncle now, so this wasn’t her fault.
The man didn’t understand what the little kid said, but seeing her puffed-up appearance, he felt strangely cute and poked her tender face with a finger.
“Monkey, what do you think about me taking Sam’s daughter back to be Harry’s wife?”
Harry is Blaine’s godson, seven years old… mischievous and naughty in character, but… he is the only young offspring of the gang, so everyone is especially kind to him.
“Hehe… Harry likes pretty things the most, this little girl is pretty, Harry will like it!” Monkey replied.
Little did he know that as soon as he finished speaking, he was kicked on the butt again, but this time it was on the left.
Monkey fell to the ground with a “thud,” covering his butt in grievance and asking his boss, “Why did you kick me again?”
Blaine immediately gave him a dirty look, “Why did I kick you, don’t you know? This is Harry’s wife, not your wife. Whether she’s pretty or not is none of your business!”
For heaven’s sake, he had no intention of competing with Master Harry for a wife. The reason he said that just now was purely to flatter his boss.
As Blaine was about to take Sasha away, a slender figure, as clean and bright as the moon, finally appeared in the eyes of the crowd.
The man was still dressed in his iconic white suit, the formal three-piece suit with a shawl collar seemed a bit too hot to wear here, but he seemed to be used to it.
Gracefully stepping into the lobby in matching leather handmade boots, Sam spotted the “uninvited guest” in his own home and the maid lying awkwardly on the ground with a little girl being held captive.
A brief glance through a bronze mask revealed no tension or panic in his eyes.
Sam walked calmly from the doorway to find a seat on the sofa, taking out a clean white handkerchief to wipe the coffee table in front of him.
His earnest demeanor made it seem as if this was his usual task.
Seeing the master finally return, Giana excitedly scrambled up from the floor, running to his side before stopping.
Kneeling down, she begged Sam to help the young lady.
“Who told you to touch my pants?”
As her dirty hands were about to touch him, the man ruthlessly kicked out, causing Giana’s fragile body to collapse to the ground, apologizing frantically.
Giana’s face paled, she didn’t mean to, she just got too nervous about the young girl to remember the master’s rules.
“You have no business here, go to the kitchen and prepare dinner.”
Upon hearing this, Giana seemed incredulous as she looked at the master in front of her.
Did he mean he wouldn’t save the young lady?
In Giana’s mind, the master, though cold and extremely fastidious, had always been a gentle and kind person.
Wasn’t the child his?
Why wouldn’t he save her?
Almost being driven crazy by this question, Giana was just a powerless maid with no authority to intervene in the affairs between the master and the young lady.
“Yes.”
In the end, Giana retreated to the kitchen.
Before leaving, she glanced back at Sasha, who was looking at her with watery eyes.
She was pleading for help, and Giana suddenly clenched her fists, her whole body tense, her red lips moving as she softly said, “I’m sorry, I can’t save you.”
The fat man, seeing Sam sitting on the sofa looking as relaxed as if on vacation, couldn’t help but feel annoyed.
“Sam! How can you still smile, look who’s in my hands?”
“Your illegitimate daughter! If you don’t cough up my goods today, I’ll kill her, do you believe me!”
Blaine said, his other hand quickly gripping Sasha’s neck.
The little girl was just over three years old, with a delicate and tender neck; while the fat man’s hand was fat and large, with just a little force, closing his grip, Sasha would leave this world forever.
Hearing his threat, Sam let out a magnetic laugh, full of irony.
“Blaine, if you want to kill her, go ahead, but don’t blame me for not reminding you, you’ve got it all wrong.”
“She-she’s not my daughter!”