Trapped Married By Young Master - Chapter 103

At the residence of Grand Lady

“The target is within a two-five meter radius from the trap’s starting point. Please Madam prepare yourself!” Peter, Grand Lady’s assistant, now had binoculars in his eyes. Squinting and ascertaining the detailed distance from Clara and the group’s position, the man in his forties carefully descended.

Meanwhile, Grand Lady peeked out from behind her window. Her white hair poked at the end of a wooden window. “Hm, she has a more terrifying mentality than any girl I’ve met. I salute her, but she makes me have to be on guard.”

Grand Lady went to her room to put on a jet-black dress. There was some netting around the seam of her collarbone. A black party hat also completes the style.

She went to go to another room. It was not far from the room where her dress was.

“My beautiful babies, today we have to do a mission.” Grand Lady opened her super-large shoe rack. Like a display case from a famous exhibition in the universe, all of her shoe collections are displayed in an epic and elite manner.

“No, today it’s not the favorite grandson to beat up, it’s a princess who is a werewolf mage.” Grand Lady hummed cheerfully. Her watchful eyes combed through the shoes that seemed suitable to use in case she needed to hit Clara.

“Well, she dared to visit my house even though I had canceled our dinner. She’s too ambitious about getting my beloved grandson,” murmured Grand Lady as if the shoes totaling at least five hundred pairs could speak.

“Yeah, yeah I know she’s pretty…. very beautiful, as beautiful as her dead mother. But…” Grand Lady peeked at the bottom row of her display case to see a black high-heeled shoe that had sharp serrations like thorns and horns.

“But…my grandson likes someone else. And he already kissed her (Luci).” She giggled as she put on those black pointy shoes. Her eyes saw how beautiful her feet were when they were paired with any type of shoe.

“My beautiful feet, my beautiful soul, my thick wallet. The hassle of living as perfect as I am.” Grand Lady studied her reflection in the mirror. From head to toe, not a single part escapes her scrutiny.

“I’ve always been perfect even since I was born.” She smiled nonstop.

A few seconds later the communication device attached to her ear gave out sound waves. The voice came from Peter.

“Madam, I will pick them up now.”

“Yeah, I was in the ammunition room.” Grand Lady always referred to her shoes as ammunition. Because with the help of her many shoes, she could beat anyone if she wanted to.

Long ago when Grand Lady was confronted by an amateur robber, she was able to survive and defeat the robber with the help of her shoes. The struggle between them exploded very violently at that time.

“Perhaps I am also suited to work in the military,” said Grand Lady to herself.

Shortly after, Peter knocked on the door in the aftermath of his very neat suit. His black hair was smeared with hair oil until it became very slippery.

“Please, madam,” Peter nodded once he was right in front of Grand Lady. His stout footsteps now followed her pointed shoes which looked very threatening.

‘She didn’t mean to kill Miss Clara did she?’ thought Peter warily.

“How do you feel about her? Has she been insolent since she came here?” Grand Lady looked up with great confidence. She walked like a queen who was the most respected in the whole world. This wide-spreading house is like the most magnificent royal palace on the entire earth.

“Everything is still in normal condition, madam. But the assistant who was with her seemed to have endured some mistreatment.” Peter found it a bit strange when discussing and talking about the abuse that Clara had done to Vivi because his employer could also abuse someone until that person died.

However, Grand Lady does that if the person’s fault is already very fatal and endangers the lives of others, like the robbers who attacked her.

‘The robber was even in a coma for a month,’ thought Peter remembering it all.

Meanwhile, Clara was sitting cross-legged proudly. She was carrying a ruby ​​necklace worth five hundred million rupiahs. That means her pocket money has run out. Clara had stopped at a famous jewelry store in town to buy the necklace.

“Grandma is coming!” Clara kicked Vivi’s leg who was standing right next to her who was sitting on the sofa. “Watch out, if you can’t behave properly,” continued Clara who spoke using the corners of her lips.

Clara hastily stood up to greet Grand Lady who had descended from the spiral staircase of her very grand house.

“Grandma!” Clara ran as if she was a granddaughter who had been missing for decades.

When Clara’s arms were stretched, Grand Lady welcomed Clara very well and warmly. Even she hugged Clara very tightly.

The goal was to get Clara stuck with some of the tiny needles embedded in Grand Lady’s dress. The dress was indeed designed in such a way that someone hugging Grand Lady would be attacked by it.

‘Good, keep hugging my madam until you are trapped, Miss Clara.’ Peter watched the bodies of the two women hugging each other.

Clara’s eyes which were closed happily after meeting Grand Lady now widened. Tears spilled from Clara’s eyes which were large and filled with thick shading.

“Argh! Awh, it hurts!” Clara jumped out of Grand Lady’s arms to backtrack and rub her stomach, which felt like it was being stabbed by a needle. Her face was grim and painful.

“Why, my dear?’ asked Grand Lady with a look of ignorance on her face. “Did you get any surprises during the day for hugging this old granny?” she continued, was already walking towards the sofa, and then sat down as a queen.

Her eyes glanced at Vivi who was standing not far from her. ‘Many bruises are covered by make-up. Tsk, she is more terrible than my favorite grandson,’ she thought. “Are you okay, dear?” asked Grand Lady with genuine concern for Vivi.

Surprised and somewhat awkwardly, Vivi grimaced and bared her rows of teeth. “Y-yes, I’m fine, madam. Thank you.”

“You don’t look too good. I’ll suggest a good doctor get rid of the puncture marks on your face,” said Grand Lady without even turning to look at Vivi. At that time she put on a very classy black glove.

Clara choked and coughed several times. “Cough, haha ​​– hahaha, Grandma is very considerate – even – even to an ordinary person like…my assistant.” Clara sat down very nervously.

‘Even though Vivi’s face is very neat and doesn’t look bruised at all,’ Clara thought while glancing at Vivi who was looking down.

Grand Lady watched Clara’s movements closely. After putting on the black gloves, she sneered at Clara, “Why do you get scared like you just hit someone, dear Clara?” She tilted her head and put on a sinister smile.

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