With that thought, a chill ran down Joanna’s back as she considered her options carefully.
There was no movent inside the house as if the cries for help had just been Joanna’s imagination.
"Okay. I know you’re scared. You don’t have to answer . I’ll kick the door open and get you out. All you need to do is expose the ugly side of that guy to my two children after this!"
As Joanna said this, she prepared her hands, reaching out to break down the door.
Suddenly, a deadly vibe burst out from behind her, and soone reached out to catch her wrist in a deadly grip, freezing her completely in her tracks.
"Why are you in the restricted area of the shop?"
The man’s low voice gave off an eerie chill as it resounded from above her head.
Joanna turned around to see Mr. Q standing behind her with a cold look on his face.
In the darkness of the night, the na ’Night Demon,’ coupled with the black mask he wore, really suited his image.
Though Joanna was not a coward, she was still in soone’s territory, not to ntion the man was also notoriously known as a villain.
With that, she sensible loosened her stance and awkwardly laughed," Haha... Weren’t you cooking, Mr. Q? Why did you suddenly stop and appear behind ? You scared !"
"I’m done cooking, so I ca to see where you were..." Mr. Q said and pursed his lips.
There was a strong, cold, and oppressing air around him, and he slowly approached Joanna and asked, "You look a little guilty, hmm?"
"You’re joking! I just visited these pavilions and marveled at your breathtaking financial prowess. Why should I be feeling guilty?" Joanna said stiffly.
"Didn’t Chase tell you the price of randomly walking around Carmine Pawnshop?"
Mr. Q still held Joanna’s wrist, and though his voice was soft and calm, it carried a terrifying undertone.
"W-what is it?" Joanna asked cautiously.
"Those who trespass into the restricted area will be locked in here and never leave!"
Every word Mr. Q said was like announcing a death sentence to Joanna.
"Never leave?"
Joanna was initially fearful, but she couldn’t help but burst out laughing when she heard those words. She didn’t care about her reputation at the mont and simply laughed.
Mr. Q’s expression turn colder as he asked in a dangerous tone, "Why are you laughing?"
"Don’t you think those words are very funny? Are you shooting a movie? Never leave? Why don’t you just say never reincarnate?"
After Joanna stopped laughing and cald down, she turned serious and fired up again.
"Yeah, I trespassed into the restricted area of your shop. If I didn’t, I wouldn’t have known what a dignified jerk you were!’
"Dignified?"
The air around Mr. Q dipped lower, and he pulled Joanna into his arms with a yank. "I’ve never been dignified, nor have I ever been a good guy. I’m a notorious villain. Didn’t you already know that from the start?"
"You!"
Joanna didn’t expect the man to be this honest, so she was at a loss for words. She quickly gathered her thoughts and shot back angrily, "In that case, stay away from my children! I don’t know what kind of enchantnt you put on them, but they like you a lot, so what are your intentions?!"
"I told you. I like the two children. I want the two children," Mr. Q said it so matter-of-factly that Joanna, as their mother, felt that she was the one unreasonable,
"l-if you like children, just make so yourself!"
"With you?"
Mr. Q’s lips suddenly curled up in a smirk. "That sounds like a wonderful suggestion."
Joanna suddenly felt a chill run up her spine as she shoved Mr. Q away and coldly. "There’s sothing wrong with your head, isn’t there? How could you joke about sothing like this? I’ll cut you down if you do it again!’
Even though her financial strength may not compare to his, she could definitely subdue him in a matter of minutes. If he forced her hand, she wasn’t about to show him any rcy!
Mr. Q approached Joanna again with a solemn expression as he said seriously, ’I never joke. To have given birth to two lovely children like Adie and Abby, I’m sure you have good genes. It’s barely worthy of , but I’m sure if we co together, we can give birth to a child more perfect than the two. Are you sure you don’t want to try?"
"Blargh!"
Joanna didn’t buy it at all. She made a throwing-up motion before shooting back sharply, "Please get this straight. Children aren’t the product of just one parent. That’s impossible! My children are great, maybe because they got my perfect genes, and their father’s genes are also very strong! You, on the other hand, are far worse than him, okay?! Don’t be so confident in yourself!"
"Haha!" The man laughed before saying vaguely, "So, you’re also aware that children are not the product of a single person?"
Of course! Are you saying that you alone or I alone can give birth to a child?
Joanna thought this man was strange and full of nonsense!
"In that case, why not let your children et with their father? You deprived them of their father’s love, and you didn’t even think to ask for their opinion? Aren’t you being selfish?"
Mr. Q’s tone had a little anger in it, but also a hint of heart ache for the two children.
"What’s it to you?"
Joanna looked at the man warily and said, "Didn’t I already tell you that their father is a scumbag and dead? There’s no need to tell them anymore because of that! It’s enough that they have a perfect mother like !"
"Then tell , who is Adie and Abb/s father? Let be the judge of his genes and compare whether his or mine is superior!"
Mr. Q insisted aggressively that Joanna confess everything to him. Joanna found it ridiculous and retorted rudely, "That’s my personal affairs! Why should I tell you? Moreover, the so-called superiority or inferiority is relative. If I think he’s better, then he is! There’s no need for you to judge!"
The man stared at Joanna for a long ti. After thinking about it, confusion flashed in his eyes, and he shook his head.
"Woman, I really don’t understand you. One mont you say the children’s father is scum, and the next mont you’re so protective of him. Can I understand why? Is it because you still love the children’s father that you can’t accept anyone else in your heart?"
"No!" Joanna exclaid before she gritted her teeth and said, "I can’t hate him enough, so how could I love him?!"
"Then, prove it to ..."
Mr. Q caught Joanna’s wrist again and pinned her against the door. He lowered his head to her ear and said, "Accept and prove that you’ve forgotten him."
"No way!"
Joanna was inexplicably nervous, and she felt short of breath. Her cheeks were flushed, and she hissed through gritted teeth, "Just because I don’t love him doesn’t an I have to accept you. Both of you are short! Why do I have to pick between two bad n? Besides... there’s one aspect which he definitely wins over you!"
"Oh?" Mr. Q’s lips curled into a playful smirk as he asked curiously, "What is it?"
"His appearance is better than yours! He’s more handso!" Joanna confessed bluntly.
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