Night With A Beast

Chapter 3

When Chanin saw him, he trembled with anger, and Ran would refuse him as if he didn't exist and couldn't hear his voice. At this moment, he knew that Ran was not alone. He wondered how the directors would sell all their shares, which is understandable now.

Run may be in contact with an influential person somewhere, right in the hospital.

But he had no interest in finding answers, and he could do nothing but nervous voices.

"Rango, I think we should have a good talk."

"Seven..."

Still not listening, with a hypocritical smile on his face and eyes shining like lions, he looked at the victim and kept beating, then involuntarily held his mobile phone in his head and thought about what to do next to stop this crazy behavior. When someone says.

"I think you'd better sign it. I can tell you Ranmaru is serious."

Ran's confidant doesn't need to tell him, he knows, but who will sign it?

Whether you like it or not, Moru goes to his chair and reaches out to invite you.

"If you want your mother to live, please sit down."

"But I..."

"Come in."

His tone was steady, and for some reason Chanin felt terrified, so he sat down peacefully.

After sitting down, Mao took out a crystal pen from his suit pocket, handed it to Channing, and turned around with it, staring at the people on the sofa.

"Six..."

Lane kept repeating the numbers, and Moru next to his ear confused him.

"There are five seconds left."

"If I sign it, you have to tell Rango to let my mother go."

"Please sign."

"Five..."

When Mamoru told him, the sound put a lot of pressure on him, and the situation forced Chanin to decide to sign with his pen tip and his fingerprint.

One signature is not enough. Need fingerprints.

Chanin slammed the file to throw it to Ran, while his half-brother stopped counting and gave the order.

"You are all watching her except the medical team."

The phone rang and Machanin watched the gun move from his mother's temple, relieved, but Ran's men were still there.

"Don't worry, Mr. Ranmaru won't give him any orders if you please him."

Mamora comforted. . . Or maybe it's not just telling her how to pose. Ron, on the other hand, said with a happy smile that everything could easily go according to his plan. Although Chanin is a bit stubborn, he thinks the negotiations are successful.

"I am your master, Chanin."

The mocking tone made Chanin close his lips. Although I don't know what Run wants, I'm sure it won't be a good thing from now on.

I know this is not a good thing, but does Chanin have any bargaining power now? Mom's life is in Ran's hands. Just now Mamoru himself said that everything depends on whether his behavior can satisfy Ran. He must obey orders with no choice. . . I don't know when it will end.

There is no provision in the contract. When he signed it, it was because of pressure and time constraints. If you ask, his mother will be shot in the head.

"When will this contract end?"

Whenever he got the chance, he asked Run, "That's stupid.".

"When I'm satisfied."

He is a mean person who says nothing and repeats nothing.

"Simply put, if I satisfy you, when you are bored, will you let me go with your mother?"

"Try to please me."

Without directly answering this question, Chanin thinks so, but how can he satisfy Ran? Since he doesn't know why Ran wants to be his master.

"What do you want me to do?"

"My slave."

"Well,"

"Call me my Lord."

His dark eyebrows clasped together, which sounded strange, but he finally agreed, when Mamoru nodded for him to do it.

"Sir... sir."

It was not loud, but Lane heard it clearly and suddenly nodded.

"Kneel to me."

His eyebrows tied together almost in an instant. And though he was not clever enough, nor clever enough to understand the tricks of business, he could not understand the situation he was facing now, nor what he was doing, nor what he was doing, what he was doing, what he was doing, what he was doing, what he was doing, what he was doing, what he was doing, what he was doing, what he was doing, what he was doing, what he was doing, what he was doing, what he was doing, what he was doing, and what he was doing.

Ran appeared to help him, and as his master he had to relate to his family, when he said again.

"Come on, climb on my feet, as if my mother bowed her head and begged your mother to tell Papa not to drive me and my mother out of the house."

Yes, as he thought, there was nothing wrong, but when the reason for him and his mother was that his father had left the world, shouldn't this happen to him and his mother?

Chanin argues that there is no reason for Arann to hold a grudge against his father, nor is it a reason for him to hold a grudge against his mother. He didn't even know about it at the time.

"Come, slave, let the master wait for a long time, and be careful that the master's gun will fire."

Seeing Chanin sitting where he was, he issued another threatening order.

His big hand clasped tightly, his sharp fingernails pierced his skin, he patiently resisted his anger, got up and went to his desk, knelt down, and climbed in front of others. He has never felt such shame in his life. Being held down with no dignity made Chanin almost collapse, but he was not the kind of person whose emotional intelligence was intolerably low until he finally reached Ran's feet.

Seeing his brother's despised and embarrassed face, Lane was even happier and smiled unabashedly.

"Now beg me."

"Can you do me a favor?"

"Let me spare your mother."

"Please spare my mother, my Lord."

Resistance is not a clever way, dry voice slipped from the thick lips, but that was all, Lanny was still not satisfied.

"Please? Lower your head and say it again."

"I think I'll have to keep my head down. Isn't that too much?"

"Bow your head."

Before it was over, Durand issued another order.

Chanin sighed, slowly bowed his head until his forehead rested on the floor, and then gave the order.

"Please."

"Please, my Lord, spare my mother."

Lane laughed happily and pulled his leg low, but not on the floor, but on the back of Chanin's head, grinding the insole hard, grinding it back and forth like a cigarette filter cartridge, and his angina pectoris welled up in his heart, which made Chanin clench his teeth. He tried to look up, but was pressed down by Lanny, and the pain intensified. He realized that he should stay where he was and wait for Lanny to leave.