Trapped Married By Young Master - Chapter 133

Lev opened the curtains of the hospital room window where Max was being treated.

“Why do you keep monitoring the outside?” reprimanded Max who had been watching Lev’s movements.

Without turning back, Lev rubbed his chin and replied, “Sir is coming here. And it turns out he has arrived. But the two boys had not yet arrived. Oh, there they just arrived.” Lev’s eyes had just found Tom’s car pulled into the hospital grounds and parked there.

“Why does sir come here? To see me?” Max had a straight face when he said that. It will be very different from Matt who is always excited. Even though their nicknames are almost the same, Max and Matt.

“I hope so, but the truth isn’t it? Sir visited another patient here.” Lev’s deep voice seemed to drown with the dampening of the insulating walls around him.

“Oh, Hans. Must be the kid.” Max guessed very accurately. “Hah, I thought Sir was starting to worry about me.” Max’s condition is quite good. He could have gone home if he wanted to. But Lev still didn’t allow it. “So you kept me in this hospital instead of going home because you wanted to monitor Sir?” guess Max again.

This time Lev had turned around after Matt and Tom got out of their car to head to the hospital. “Yeah, that’s how it is. Who did Sir meet earlier?”

“Hans. He’s a child being cared for here. He is the child that Miss Bee is taking care of.” Max was able to smile without the slightest expression of pain.

People who don’t know that Max has got several wounds right on his body will think that Max is fine or just pretending to be sick. Max’s immune system is very good. However, if Max’s soul madness attack occurs, then his strength will be drained. Therefore Max must be treated by a doctor immediately if he turns into a Ghoster who is as vile as a monster.

Lev rubbed his chin again and thought very seriously. In between his memories, Lev tried to find the memory fragments. “I remember Sir telling me that there was a kid who wanted to help Sir get Miss Bee. Or maybe…”

“Yeah, that kid is Hans,” Max interrupted with great enthusiasm. “Even Sir and he had made a contract agreement. I prepared the contract documents,” continued Max, re-imagining how funny the contract process between Spider and Hans was. Max also still remembers when Spider was confused by the word Whipped said by Hans to make fun of Spider.

‘What is the response of the people at headquarters when they find out that Sir doesn’t know about the whipped word?’ Max muttered to himself.

Lev immediately approached Max with a surprised face in disbelief. Does a Spider want to make a contract with a child just for the sake of love? This is crazy! “Why did you just tell me all this?” Lev protested in the tone of a father who had missed an important moment of his child’s growth.

“I was waiting for Sir to tell you first.” Max shrugged and smiled very broadly.

‘It’s nice to know something beforehand from Lev,’ thought Max. This happens because usually Lev is the most knowledgeable person among their clans. After all, Lev is the closest person to Spider.

“But why did they enter into a contract agreement? What do they put in return here? Money?” asked Lev probingly. The fact that Spider was willing to enter into a contract agreement with a small child already sounded odd to Lev’s ears.

“For Sir, he will get Miss Bee of course. And for Hans, he will have protection.”

Lev furrowed his brow. “What kind of protection? Is Sir at a disadvantage?”

“Depends on which angle you look at it from,” Max replied. “So far, Miss Bee is still having a hard time opening her heart. So this agreement is certainly quite profitable for Sir. But Hans is a boy who has a very evil stepmother. I heard that stepmother often tortured him.”

“Just a stepmother. She’s nothing to sir.” Lev raised his collar even higher.

“Maybe, but maybe not. I sent someone to monitor Hans’ stepmother’s movements. And a few days ago she visited Bruto’s building.” Max’s face turned very dark as if the demon inside his body was crawling and ready to rise from the graveyard.

Meanwhile, Lev froze when he heard Bruto’s name being called in all this chaos. Lev would never have thought that fate could toy with them. Even just because he wants to get love, Spider still has to deal with the big enemy of his mafia clan.

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James Wolf is a man with an ideal body, a clean face and a diligent shave. His hair is sleek like the superman on TV. His body is quite stocky and with long legs. His movements are very agile and his brain is good at stringing words together.

“May I know your exact purpose by asking me to investigate this person?” pointed James Wolf at the table under his hand. It was as if the table had so much information engraved on its wooden surface.

“Don’t be so formal! Speak casually to me!” interrupted Aunt Arum hastily.

James Wolf nodded his head gently. “Okay, may I know your purpose? Why should I monitor this person and need to find out if this person has any relationship with influential people in the city or not.” James Wolf pulled out his notes and was ready to take notes. His eyes were very focused this time.

“Isn’t that as a client I can freely have secrets?” Aunt Arum looked at James Wolf with very cold and dark eyes.

The movement of James Wolf’s hand which was about to scratch the pen in his hand on the notepad beneath him now stopped. His friendly smile had faded for a few seconds though a few moments later it returned to his thin lips. He is good at acting, very clever.

“Certain! Of course, you are free to have secrets. But my advice is that you don’t have to be so mysterious.” James Wolf just put down his pen. Now his hands were tightly clenched and gave the impression of a solid defense that couldn’t be easily broken down. His face was getting dark and scary.

“With so many secrets, you will lose because my work will be hampered by your stubbornness which brought the secret to the grave.” A sly smile now spread across James Wolf’s face. He has transformed into a very different figure from James Wolf. It made Aunt Arum gulp because she was feeling tight and alert.

“Trust me Mrs. Arum, I’ve built this business in a decade. And for those who still faithfully hold secrets without giving full information, it will be certain that this mission will fail!” James Wolf pounded his desk very hard. The impression of classy and educational has faded on James Wolf’s face at this time. He seemed to have turned into a real wolf.

‘I’m in trouble,’ thought Aunt Arum with fear.

James Wolf’s office door opened. The sexy and blonde-haired secretary appeared. Only her head poked out from behind the door. “Is there a problem Mr. James?” she asked.

“No, Grace. Everything is fine. Can you make a drink, please? You must have forgotten, didn’t you?” James Wolf grimaced and waved his hand in the air. The grimace was even terrifying and made Aunt Arum blind from her fear of other things.

“Now then, Madame Arum, do you still insist on being mysterious as hell?” asked James Wolf, emphasizing his voice-over every word he said. The pen on the table had been taken by James Wolf. Then the pen stabbed the notebook in his hand in a vicious manner.

“Or, you can get out of here!” James continued, still smiling.

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