The Virgin Girl Belongs to the Master
Doggone.

"Jordan, get home! Yeah, tonight too. There's something you need to do now!"

Mike rubbed his angry face with one hand. He hung up the phone and sat back in the waiting chair. His gaze was only on the closed operating room.

Roaring annoyed, Mike stood up and punched the wall until fresh blood came out of the four knuckles. He was angry but scared at the same time. Naya's condition was really terrible when she came. There were some broken glass stuck in the left back.

"Whoever you are, I will make a calculation. If my woman is up to why, prepare your family will also not be separated from this," he murmured furiously while staring at the wall that already has traces of blood.

"Young Master," called someone from the side.

Mike looked. He found one of the bodyguards standing there, then handed him the phone. "This is the CCTV footage that Young Master requested" the person continued.

Without asking any further, Mike snatched the phone. Blood boils. He was determined to completely exterminate the person who was interfering with his life.

***

A few hours earlier.

Naya flinched when she saw Mike suddenly let go of a hug, but she had just fallen asleep. Staring with Mike this time makes it comfortable, ah .. is that right?

I don't know, the point is no coercion, no threats and no irritating and intimidating glares. He saw Mike more humane tonight.

After Mike left, Naya decided to sit down. His eyes looked at the ceiling of the room decorated with flickering lights. "Sir Ken . I hope wherever you are please be fine. You're a good man. I wish you were always healthy."

Suddenly the closed door sounded creaking. Naya turned her head and was aghast when she saw the tall man in the hat and masked approaching.

Instead of being scared, Naya approached and stood in front of the man. "Sister Ken. Where's Ken going? Where did Ken go? Why have you never told me once? I'm worried."

Naya wiped her tears and smiled. "I thought Ken was why. Thank goodness Ken is fine now."

Strange, instead of answering, the man was—Herry— stared sharply at Naya. Naya felt something bad was going to happen. He retreated from the man's steps.

"Who are you? You're not Ken's sister" said Naya. He looked alertly at the stranger. He even accidentally nudged the glass until it broke and scattered on the floor.

Unexpectedly Herry took something out of his jacket pocket. Naya's eyes widened.

"P-knives?" ogre. He's sculpting.

"Why? Scared?" Herry said as he opened the mask, his handsome face looking full of anger looked at Naya, then quickly thrust out a knife.

Naya grimaced as the tip of the blade hit the arm. Fresh blood even poured out. The wound was deep and large.

Gegas Naya spun past the table—will towards the door—but paused because Herry stopped by grabbing her hair.

"Oh, sick! Off! Off!" rintih Naya's. But Herry ignored. He grinned and banged Naya's head against the table.

Naya is helpless. He slumped to the floor with a shard of shard. It hurts in the skin and head. He could even feel fluid coming out and flowing from his arms and hitting his cheeks. Now his sight is getting blurred.

Seconds.

Two seconds.

Three seconds.

Now not only the eyes, ears and other senses can also not operate normally. Naya could only flinch resignedly, faintly seeing the man's shoes approaching, then everything darkened.

Best for Herry. He grinned and grabbed Naya's hair until he looked up. "Casian. You're too weak. Sorry, I just want Laras to be happy. And you're blocking her happiness."

Herry's eyes sparkled at the sight of a knife. "Relax Miss, this time the right will be someone who dares to hinder Miss's happiness," she muttered with a sly smile.

Unfortunately when Herry was going to push a knife into Naya's neck, suddenly the door opened. He quickly closed the mask and ran past a visitor at the door. Actually, the man was drunk. He just gawked at Naya who was lying down, then left just like that.

***

Seeing scene after scene of torture Naya received made Mike angry. He threw the phone on the floor and stood up. He clutches the bodyguard's coat collar. "Find this jerk see you. Then kill him!"

"Maike."

Someone's call from behind shocked Mike. He turned his head and found a man in a white uniform opening a mask. Mike's gecas approached him.

"Bian, how is he? He's fine, isn't he?" mike's Cecar.

Bian was silent for a second, he observed Mike's performance. The friend who was notoriously stiff and cruel now looked so messy—clothes full of stains and the distinctive scent of blood gushed from there.

"He's fine. The wound won deep but it was healed. But ....''

Bian paused until an irritated Mike grabbed hold of Bian's shirt collar.

"But what? Tell me clearly!" snapped Mike. His eyes bulged with a hardened jaw.

"Lepasin first," snorted Bian.

Mike let go, but his eyes narrowed sharply waiting for an answer.

"Looks like she's pregnant. I asked the doctor to make sure. So we'll just wait for certainty."

The tub was electrocuted, Mike was silent for a few seconds. His eyes did not even blink at all.

"D-he's h-pregnant?" reworked Mike. He suddenly slumped down sitting weakly on the chair then roughly restored his own hair. After that, stay still.

"Then what's your plan? Don't you ever want to get married and have a serious relationship with any woman? How is the fate of the girl? Are you gonna force him to abort?"

***