The Prisoner's Wife Mr. Mavericks
The arrival of two antagonists

Missed dinner time

Irene was seen focusing on compiling the rubric box that was in front of her since earlier when everyone was busy with their respective activities.

The servants were busy preparing a dinner that had obviously been missed very far while the Mavericks and grandfather Rolf were busy playing chess on his right side.

Mavericks eyeballs several times saw a pile of rubik successfully stacked by Irene since earlier, whether there has been how many Rubik he has arranged in accordance with the color of his arrangement.

Mavericks thought Irene's brain was obviously quite reliable and incredible, only certain people can complete the Rubik's arrangement at full speed because they obviously need full concentration to be able to arrange the boxes properly.

Rubik is a brain sharpening game that was first created by the sculptor and Hungarian architecture professor named Erno Rubik in 1978 ago. Technically, a rubic cube is made of plastic or wood and has 26 small parts that can rotate on a shaft. Each side of the cube has nine surfaces consisting of six different colors.

And if one on one color only, believe the arrangement will obviously be chaotic.

"You're like he's so attentive to your little wife, the Mavericks"

the grandfather who began to shift his chess pawn spoke in a tone that sounded like a mutter, but the words coming out of his grandfather's lips he could hear well.

The reality of even ants whispering in the slits of the walls, Mavericks ears could hear it very clearly.

A Grim Reaper is clearly trained since childhood to sharpen their eyes and ears in many ways, because it is undeniable that the enemy continues to move in all directions.

And they must get used to their eyes and ears to finish off anyone who messes with their order of life and tranquility.

Hearing his grandfather's remark, the Mavericks were seen snorting a little while his right hand moved sliding the chess pawn belonging to his grandfather.

"I didn't notice him, but his Rubik was enough to annoy me"

The man replied slowly in a tone so flat and calm.

Grandpa Rolf was seen raising the tip of his lips.

"Be careful with your heart, because love can kill your Mavericks, you know? women are like poison and honey"

Said the old man later.

"It is not forever that poison remains poison and honey remains honey. That is, the poison can also be used as a more useful drug and honey can also be a poison if the honey is consumed in excess"

After saying so, Grandfather Rolf Seemed to reach for his drink glass, the old man slowly sipped his drink for some time.

After the man finished his drink, for a moment his eyeballs stared towards the front of the entrance, he could see two figures of people walking towards them.

"Wahhhh apparently the Mavericks are already here"

There was a male dominating voice in the room, Grandfather Rolf Seemed to be standing up from his seat, while Mavericks immediately snorted while raising the tip of his eyebrows.

Mavericks spoke as he stepped forward to approach the man, and he could see a woman standing right next to the man he called Louz.

"Grandfather!"

The woman beside Louz spoke while giving her greetings, her eyeballs momentarily glanced at Irene, as soon as she tightened her jaw as she realized who the Mavericks were carrying at the moment.

Another woman, not himself.

Rumor has it it's the Mavericks' new wife, she looks grunting.

"Come with your new wife, brother?"

When the woman asked, Irene who had been busy playing rubik who did not touch the sounds at all, to make Louz's eyeballs immediately glanced at Irene for some time.

"Ah....You apparently brought the woman who should have been my wife from the beginning, brother?"

As the man said so, Irene momentarily raised her face, she stared at the origin of the voice and several times her eyeballs blinked to ascertain who had just spoken.

One man with a handsome face, with an appearance so dark just like most of the classy mafia that he had been watching on television for some time, eyeballs were sharp with the same smileless expression as Mavericks were seen staring at her with such a sharp gaze as if ready to pounce on her.

Accompanied by a young woman of her age, Irene thought she was beautiful but she did not like her appearance, She looked so dark and gloomy, like a punk kid or a werewolf whose whole part of him is covered with an aura of darkness.

The gaze of the female's eyes was full of hostility, as if the Woman had not expected her presence in the first place.

Irene thinks the two are exactly the antagonists in Hollywood movies.

"You hear Ireland Xavier? you are my future wife who was forcibly taken by the Mavericks from my father, Tayron Grim Reaper"

"Yes?"

Irene asked in a slightly puzzled manner upon hearing the man mention a strange name to her.

Ireland Xavier?.

Wh who? me?!.

Wife-to-be?!.

Tayron Grim Reaper's father?.

Wait a minute, they are siblings?!.

Irene asked in her heart while frowning.