Chapter 13 Your Majesty

"Ump..umm....sob. sob.."

"You shouldnt have covet what is mine."

Xian grip the crying girl's chin and pushes it away.

The girl continue to cry but there is nothing but muffled sounds.

On the other room are all the girls who stomp on 'his' food.

Xian removes the gloves on his hands are throws it to the waiting guard.

Xian is in a bad mood.

He is very expectant yet the food never appear in his table and the most irritating part is that Kara didnt dine with him.

Kara stays in the infirmary and she is obviously pretending to be sick.

"How long are you going to pretend you are sick?"

Xian went to the infirmary.

Kara looks at him with dead eyes then she *cough *cough.

Xian knit a brow.

"When you are coughing you dont say cough,cough."

"A certain person wants to show off and I am the pitiful victim. Cant I even be sick?"

"....." you are not sick though.

"I even made that extra special with a sweetened milk on top."

Kara sigh.

Xian is a bit disappointed.

No.

He is very disappointed.

Xian didnt shows it but he has a sweet tooth.

He likes sweet things espicially desserts.

Kara stare at Xian.

She pouts.

Why is this guy being so chummy with her?

In her past life, he doesnt care about her to the point of ignoring her death.

"Why are you staring?" Xian ask.

"Cause I am your fan." Kara lazily answered.

Xian frowns.

"Bring it tomorrow and make it more special!"

Then he left.

"Not even an apology? Damn bastard." Kara sigh.

Kara laughs.

Tomorrow is saturday.

Xian must be a dick but how can he forget that?

She is very happy that she decided to shop on the mall.

She just want to play and sing on the karaoke bar at the gaming center.

So how did she ends up witnessing a carnage?

Kara is riding an elevator and pressed underground.

She laughs it off thinking she often play with the elevator before too.

Pressing every botton.

People got pissed at her.

The door opens in the underground.

It is the car parking area.

Kara is about to press closed when a woman run away from a van and run to her.

Kara felt cold.

This cant be anything good.

She hurriedly pressed closed but the woman is fast and grab the elevator door.

"Help me. Help me."

"Oh fuck."

Kara saw two huge man grabbing the woman's arm and tearing her away from the elevator.

"Call the police! Call the police!"

The woman shouted.

Kara wants to kick her but she is too afraid to do anything.

A man like a God walks out of the car near the van.

He is wearing a white tuxedo that fitted his body and exaggerate his charm.

King!

Kara doesnt know how to cry.

Why is this male God here?

"I will be straight forward, 50 thousand for your silence."

"Yes." Kara immediately answered.

The woman who is crying hard glares at her but she cannot speak because they gag her.

King looks at the girl.

"She is my date tonight but she tried to kill me." He explained.

"You dont have to explain." Kara just wants to retrace her step and tell her if she will use the elevator just press the right button and dont mess around.

"Very well. I now have no date. Come."

"Excuse me?"

"I want to make sure your mouth is sealed and I really need a date."

"I am an underage Sir."

"You will just nod and smile with me. No one will ask how old you are."

Even if you need a date.

You cant be this desperate you know.

"You....you wont kill me right?"

"Depends on your performance."

King look straight at the bluish eyes.

There is something that tells him it is the same as the Boss eyes but he later shake his head.

Kara wants to reject but who is King?

He is an overbearing unfeeling man who can say Fuck me without any ripple in his expression.

"Then...You better uphold your word."

"Yes."

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Kara is transformed to a beautiful sophisticated young teenager.

Kara can act like she is from rich family cause she already attended to this kind of classy event.

The fake cheek kissing, the laughing, the boring flattery.

She wonder how stupid she was.

She liked this kind of events.

Burn her money to make herself look elegant and beautiful for what?

In the end she died pitiful.

She sigh.

King looks ravish.

Handsome.

He looks like a braised chicken leg in front of hungry wolves.

Kara sigh.

"Hi beautiful." A man in black americana walk to her and offer a drink but she just take it then place it to the table after.

"Hello." She answered neither cold nor warm.

"You are Sir King's date but he is being encircled by the other guest. You must be very bored." He playfully drink his wine while looking at Kara.

Kara didnt drink the wine.

She just cross her arm and look at King's direction.

"I am not bored."

"Oh?"

"Look how they crowd on him. But who is his date?" Kara raise her hand and King saw her.

He walks to her direction.

The ladies angrily glare but there is a haughty smile on Kara's lips.

"What?" King ask.

Kara playfully touch his shoulder and King wound his arm around her waist.

"I am." She proudly said to the guy in black suit.

King nods at the guy and walks away.

"What are you talking with him?"

King ask whispering.

"He just want to drug me. Do not mind him." Kara sigh.

She slowly removes King's hand around her waist.

King saw it and tighten his grip.

Kara look up with bewildered eyes.

"What?" Kara ask angrily but still lowering her voice.

"You flirt with him." King frowns.

"The Fuck?"

"I am your date but the moment we arrive you separate with me and you dare flirt with another man?"

Kara cant understand what King's angry about.

His face is still the same poker face so how can she understand him?

"You want me to flirt with you?" Kara ask.

"Do it." There is firmness in his voice.

"Dear Sir, do you know how old I am?! 12! I am only 12!"

"Here, no one will ask your age."

"....."

Kara doesnt understand him.

Gabriel must have been picking successor base on how crazy they are!

"Dear Sir, can you guide me? I never understand how this flirting works." Kara is angry but supress her anger.

"Just sit on my lap."

"There is no seat!" Kara glares at King.

"There are.Upstairs."

Kara wants to see if King has brain inside his head.

There are few people upstairs.

Why would they pretend to flirt if there are no audience?

Perhaps....

He really wants to flirt?

She is 12.

12.

12.

12.

Ah fuck!