The Disqualified Young Master Will Not Bow to the Villainous Female Lead

At this moment, the body and mind seem to be purified.

The dance has begun.

"Hey, Annie, do you think your father is disappointed right now?"

The living room is not far from the open kitchen.

So his words could easily be heard by Anne.

"Disappointed...? Why would he be disappointed?" Annie's hand movement paused. "Honey, I don't quite understand what you are talking about."

Marcus continued to stare at the painting and replied:

"If I remember correctly, he married you to me because I had a high chance of becoming a professor at that time, and I seemed to have a bright future in terms of extraordinary attainments."

"But after so many years, I am still just an ordinary teacher and have not received any promotion. I guess you and he must be very disappointed."

These seemingly plaintive words do not have the slightest negative tone.

On the contrary, Marcus' tone was unusually light-hearted and cheerful.

Accompanied by intoxicating symphony music, it almost feels like he is reciting poetry.

Anne was a little overwhelmed.

"What are you talking about, dear? What are you saying? Father won't blame you for this kind of thing, and neither will I..."

However, Marcus did not respond.

Just keep dancing to the music.

"Honey?"

"Honey? Could you please turn down the music?"

To be honest, Annie found the noise a bit noisy.

As usual.

"But I figured it out, Annie."

"I've figured it all out."

The child's hair says it all.

They have been deceiving themselves since they were born.

Then, the music became more and more exciting, and the rhythm became clearer and clearer. The sounds of the cello and tuba seemed like the call of a storm, and the rapid sounds of the violin strings were like raindrops hitting the ground.

However, Marcus, who should have been dancing more and more enthusiastically, stopped.

His face was still full of joy and intoxication, with an excited arc at the corner of his mouth.

The man walked towards the toilet.

He was still holding the suitcase in his hand.

ps: There are two more chapters, come on

Chapter 75: Lucarea the Mental Patient

Anne had no idea what had suddenly gone wrong with him.

A door slammed.

Then there was no more dancing sounds in the living room.

Only then did she feel relieved and continued to cook.

It was finally time to serve the food before going abroad.

Anne first walked out of the kitchen and looked into the living room, which was empty.

Then she went back to the kitchen and added some seasoning to her husband's plate.

Then place the meals on the table one by one.

After doing all this.

The exciting music is still playing.

Annie was a little upset about being fired.

She walked into the living room and saw that her husband was not there, so she reached out to turn off the phonograph.

At this moment, her eyes were caught by a blurry color.

The wife looked up at the wall.

At some point, my husband had already hung the painting by his student there.

Anne doesn't know much about art.

But this painting seems to have magic, which can make even someone like Anne who is not very interested in painting admire it from the bottom of her heart.

However, this feeling did not last long, and she began to feel a little dizzy.

“It’s beautiful, isn’t it?”

Someone whispered behind my back.

The wife trembled all over as if she had been electrocuted, and then turned back suddenly.

What he met were Marcus' eyes.

This startled Anne.

Anne was relieved when she found out it was her husband.

She was so nervous that she didn't notice that her husband was wearing a transparent raincoat.

"Phew—you gave me a fright, dear." Anne's heart had not yet calmed down from the aftermath of the intense feeling. "Well...I must admit that this painting is indeed...very beautiful."

"Just....what's in the suitcase you're holding?"

Marcus' voice was cheerful, even a little too excited.

"That's right dear."

"Come on, don't be afraid, turn back and take your hands away."

"Open your eyes and look at it carefully, at this picture."

"Well done, great, feel the music, the notes and colors of this picture with your heart, imagine that you are swimming in it, and everything in the universe is beneath you."

"You are the only visitor in this space."

Under her husband's guidance, Anne seemed to really keep up with the rhythm of the music.

The noise that is usually too loud and unbearable to hear seems so beautiful at this moment.

"You have also experienced how wonderful this feeling is."

Then Annie couldn't help but follow the rhythm of the music.

The spirit seems to be filled with something and is full of energy.

The organ in the music is roaring, telling of the emergence of desire, terrifying anger, and resentful unwillingness.

Every wonderful note of it stirred Anne's heart, and finally made her completely intoxicated and addicted to her own desires.

at this time.

A crisp sound of metal collision was heard.

Then came the sound of sparking fire.

The sizzling sound of a cigarette burning rapidly.

"Honey, could you please not smoke in the living room--"

"Hey! Annie."

Anne's voice stopped abruptly.

Because she saw it.

The black suitcase had already been opened and thrown aside.

Markus was wearing a raincoat and holding a shiny long-handled axe in his hand.

He held the cigarette in one hand and took a deep puff.

The smile is cheerful and joyful.

The next second, the corners of his mouth twisted into a grin, and he raised the axe with both hands and chopped it down suddenly.

“Aaaaaaaaaa——!!!”

boom.

"Do you still like to add some condiments to my food now?!"

boom.

"Your father, you, and your lover! When are you going to take my property away again?!"

The third blow of the axe seemed to have caught on something.

Marcus broke it with both hands.

The wife's ribs and chest internal organs were pulled out together.

It turned out that the axe was stuck in her spine.

It smashed through the wooden floor, stirring up large lumps of sticky solids along with broken bones.

Markus's face was splattered with blood.

But he didn't care.

I just feel extremely relaxed.

Then he pulled back the axe and at the same time turned over the headless corpse lying on the ground with the axe.

"You're a bastard!"

"I have truly loved you for so many years!!! You actually want to drug me and harm me?!"

“Aaaaaaaah!!!”

boom.

"I checked everything! I know the baby isn't mine! It's Burwell's!"

"You just wait to raise the child, and then slowly poison me to death! Together with him, you will occupy my home!!!"

The living room was filled with roars and rants.

It was unexpectedly matched with the music that reached its climax.

Until the music ends.

Markarth finally dropped the axe.

Then he casually took off his transparent raincoat, and his suit was still as exquisite and spotless as ever.

The tired body sank into the soft sofa, smoking the cigarette he had just finished.

After a while.

The phonograph automatically played the next soft and melodious piece of music.

His physical strength had now fully recovered and he no longer felt tired.

He smiled and shook his head, flicking the ash from his hand.

He got up and went to the attic to look for his son.

After a while, a childish scream came from upstairs.

Marcus went downstairs.

After searching the entire house, he found no trace of the girl.

Only then did he remember that Gillian seemed to have gone out to play just now.