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Chapter 70: Chapter 70 Boss Anger
Liam exhaled, shaking his head slightly. "I guess that’s a yes," he muttered.
Before he could process anything else, Ann’s lips crashed against his.
The kiss was deep, warm, and full of excitement. Her soft lips molded perfectly against his, making his body tense for a second before he instinctively melted into it.
Damn.
She was really happy about this.
Before he could even react properly, Ann suddenly pulled away, her eyes sparkling with joy.
"I’ll be right back!" she chirped, turning on her heels and rushing outside.
Liam blinked.
What the hell just happened?
He barely had time to process the whirlwind of emotions she left behind before his gaze drifted back to the pie on the table.
A slow smirk stretched across his lips.
Whatever.
If she was gonna move in, she might as well start packing now rather than at night.
Sitting down, he picked up another piece of pie, took a bite, and closed his eyes in satisfaction.
Every bite was just as good as the first.
Damn.
If Ann was going to be living with him now, then that meant she could make stuff like this regularly.
Liam’s lips curled into a satisfied grin.
Maybe this wasn’t such a bad idea after all.
The thought of coming home to find freshly made meals waiting for him...
He could get used to that.
Just as he was about to grab another piece, a loud noise came from the doorway.
Liam’s head snapped toward the entrance.
Ann was back already—but this time, she was stumbling inside, struggling with two massive bags that were almost making her lose her balance.
Liam stared.
No way.
She brought her bags?!
This girl...
She was determined.
Sighing, Liam got up immediately and walked toward her.
Before she could completely tip over, he grabbed the heavier bag from her grip with ease.
"You don’t waste time, do you?" he muttered, glancing at her.
Ann pouted. "What’s the point of waiting? You already said yes."
Liam just shook his head, carrying the bag upstairs without another word.
She was really serious about this.
Taking the bags, he walked into an empty guest room.
The room had been untouched for a while, ever since his parents passed away. It still had all the furniture intact—a bed, a wardrobe, a small desk—but no one had ever actually used it.
Well... until now.
Setting her bag down beside the wardrobe, Liam exhaled, rolling his shoulders back.
He was about to head back downstairs to enjoy his pie when he heard more rustling.
Curious, he leaned over the railing and nearly choked on air.
Ann was already dragging in another bag.
This time, one with a transparent cover.
Liam furrowed his brows as he walked back down.
As he got closer, he took a peek inside.
What the...?
The bag was filled with bottles, creams, and tubes.
So. Many. Skincare products.
He arched a brow. "You use all this... on your face?"
Ann nodded proudly. "Obviously."
Liam’s face twisted slightly. "How do you even have time for that?"
Ann scoffed, crossing her arms. "Why are you looking at me like that? You do the same thing."
Liam stared at her. "Huh?"
Ann rolled her eyes. "Come on, Liam. There’s no way your skin looks that good without using skincare. You probably have a whole routine, don’t you?"
Liam shook his head instantly. "I don’t put anything on my face."
Ann’s eyes narrowed. "Liar."
Liam didn’t even bother arguing. She wouldn’t believe him anyway.
Instead, he just grabbed the bag and carried it upstairs.
At this point, he just wanted to finish those damn pies.
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"BOSS!!"
The furious roar echoed through the dimly lit room as glass shattered against the walls.
The heavy scent of expensive cologne, cigar smoke, and rage filled the air as the man known as Boss grabbed the nearest crystal vase and hurled it across the room.
SMASH!
Shards flew everywhere, scattering across the luxurious carpet.
But he wasn’t done.
Not even close.
He reached for an ornate gold statue from the table, a priceless artifact, and with one powerful swing, he sent it crashing onto the floor.
His men flinched, some taking cautious steps backward, not daring to say a word.
The tension in the room was suffocating.
No one moved.
No one breathed too loudly.
Because right now, their boss was beyond pissed.
And when he got like this, people died.
The only one unaffected by the outburst was Khan.
Unlike the others, he was sitting calmly in the corner of the room, his legs crossed, fingers interlocked, and his mask-covered face completely unreadable.
The others didn’t understand how he could be so relaxed in moments like this, but then again, Khan was different.
Deadly, calculating, and unreadable.
And right now, his interest was piqued.
Boss ran a hand through his thick dark hair, his chest rising and falling heavily as his gaze swept over his men.
Then, in a low, dangerous voice, he asked:
"Who did it?"
His voice wasn’t loud.
But the sheer weight of his words made the room feel like a graveyard.
Silence.
He took a step forward, his heavy boots thudding against the floor.
"WHO RAIDED MY BROTHEL?!"
His voice boomed this time, causing some of the men to flinch.
A few days ago, their most profitable brothel had been completely destroyed.
Torn apart.
Every single operation in that place had come to an end in one brutal night.
And the worst part?
Nobody knew who the hell was responsible.
One of his men nervously stepped forward, swallowing hard.
"B-Boss, we already searched everywhere... There was no trace leading to anyone."
The moment the words left his mouth, Boss’s jaw clenched, veins popping in his neck.
No trace?
No leads?
Someone dared to cross him, destroy his business, kill his men, and they were telling him there was nothing?
He was about to grab the closest object and throw it again when his expression suddenly shifted.
His rage cooled just enough for a dark smirk to form on his lips.
"I heard that boy is alive."
The room fell even quieter.
Everyone knew who he was talking about.
Liam.
The moment his name was mentioned, Khan finally moved.
From his seat in the shadows, he lifted his masked face slightly and let out a low, amused sound.
Liam, huh?
Now, that was interesting.
Khan had already heard that Liam survived.
The rumors were spreading fast.
The police had arrived at the brothel that night and rescued the girls. That much was clear.
But there was one major problem with that story.
The damage at the scene...
The sheer destruction.
The number of dead gang members...
There was no way Liam had done all that alone.
It had to be someone else.
A third party.
The only problem was that nobody had a damn clue who.
Idiots.
If only they knew the truth.
If only they knew Liam singlehandedly did it.
Khan’s curiosity deepened.
This boy...
He was becoming more and more interesting.
Breaking the silence, Khan finally spoke, his voice smooth, calm, and unreadable.
"Do you want him dead?"
He turned his masked face toward Boss, his sharp eyes watching closely.
Boss remained quiet for a moment, his expression unreadable.
Then, finally, he let out a small chuckle, running a hand through his beard.
"No."
The answer made everyone freeze.
No?
Did Boss just say no?
They had all assumed he would demand Liam’s execution immediately.
Yet, here he was, sparing him?
Boss smirked darkly. "The kid already escaped death once. He should have learned his lesson."
He leaned forward slightly, his dark eyes glinting with amusement.
"But..."
The air grew heavy.
"...if he gets involved with us again—"
His expression turned deadly.
"Kill him on the spot."
The entire room stiffened.
Khan simply nodded once, his fingers tapping against the armrest of his chair.
"Understood."
He would keep an eye on Liam.
But right now, there was another matter to discuss.
Shifting slightly, Khan leaned back into his seat before speaking.
"Maybe it’s time we start looking into Black Lotus."
His words immediately changed the atmosphere.
The men exchanged glances.
Boss narrowed his eyes.
Khan continued, his voice casual yet filled with intent.
"After all... they are our local rivals."
A slow smirk spread across Boss’s lips as he tilted his head slightly.
Black Lotus...
That damn gang had been a thorn in his side for too long.
He exhaled sharply, nodding to himself.
"Maybe you’re right."
His fingers drummed against the wooden desk.
Maybe it was time to start a war.
Maybe it was time to finally take them out.
A deadly silence settled over the room.
Everyone knew what that meant.
War was coming.
And when it started, there would be no turning back.
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