Miss Planeswalker, are you free for romance?

poor child.

Chapter 48 Open the valve of malice

George Romey hasn't paid much attention to anything else recently.

He's been having a great time lately.

A smart man, he is a smart man. Smart people know how to test the bottom line in this situation. So, he first proposed to buy a car -

It was agreed.

well.

Then the request changed to a yacht.

agree.

Very good, then proceed to renovate, renovate the manor according to your own requirements and hire servants.

When it comes to money, Miss Mary almost always agrees. As long as he doesn't ask her to buy the Pentagon, probably all her "ordinary" wishes will be responded to.

really not bad.

Once a man has satisfied his financial needs, his demands in other areas will arise - it has to be said that human nature is like walking on an icy downhill road, and you will slide down if you are not careful.

'You can do whatever you want.'

Since such words appear, the listener naturally wants to try "Can I really do anything?" and "I want to see where your limits are."

George Romy is no exception.

There is no limit on banknotes, so...

The others?

"The renovations have made it very dirty these past two days."

The man smiled and looked at the woman with a standardized expression.

"Of course, the plan is to hire a specialized cleaning company to clean the second floor once it's finished - do you need to notify them now?"

George shook his head and looked at Mary jokingly: "I remember you said 'anything is fine'?"

This meant that she had to clean the floor tiles covered with construction dust by herself.

"Your wishes."

The woman took off her coat and rolled up her sleeves slowly.

"No, no, no - Mary, dear. How can I bear to tire your hands?" George leaned forward. His unkempt appearance from many days ago now looked just like the renovated manor under his feet - new and tacky.

"You have to use this."

The malice in George Romy's eyes almost burned through his other eyeballs. When a person is satisfied over and over again, desires and evil thoughts will also rise straight up.

And the speed of the climb will be staggering.

Mary said calmly, "I'm sorry, I don't understand."

"Try using this, or... you don't want to?"

He actually opened his mouth and pointed at his twirling tongue.

"Honey, isn't that a bit too much to ask?"

"You can use it to clean other things, and you can use it to clean more places. I guess... you have this talent?" George Romey tapped the floor with the toe of his shoe, and the empty hall echoed clearly.

Deep blue eyes looked at him.

"Mr. George Romey?"

There was an eerie calm in the air.

——The man being looked at by those eyes suddenly flinched.

He just couldn't suppress the filthy and smelly pus in his heart for a moment. No matter how generous the other party offered him, he kept insulting her...

Fuxk! What the hell are you doing!

"Sorry...sorry." George Romey rubbed his temples, closed his eyes, and waved his hand in the direction of the woman: "I...maybe I drank too much whiskey. Go cook, Mary, just pretend I didn't say anything."

"Mr. Romy?"

The woman called out.

He opened his eyes.

"Mr. George Romey."

The voice was getting farther and farther away. She stood about seven or eight meters away, pointing in the direction of the main entrance with one hand and raising the other hand towards the man's back.

"Excuse me, which direction do I start 'cleaning' from?"

"No! I just—"

The man's helplessness could not stop the cold and thin woman.

She knelt down with a normal expression and blinked: "Start from here?"

The sunlight slanted in through the window, and half of the shadow receded from the woman's face - the other half that remained was still stiff and not like a living person.

next moment.

George cursed!

"Is there something wrong with you?!"

“Fuxk——!!”

"What on earth do you want me to do?! Organs? Or my sense of smell?! What on earth is this God? I'm going crazy! Sending a woman with no dignity and no self-awareness? And endless money?!"

"Where do you belong?!!"

"When the hell is this going to end?!"

He rushed forward in two steps and pulled the woman up from the ground by the collar.

"tell me!!"

"What on earth do you want to do?!"

The woman licked the dust and mud from the corners of her mouth innocently.

"gentlemen?"

"Mary!! Where the hell are you from?!"

"I thought you'd gotten used to it." After being grabbed by the man in a panic, she still had time to tidy up the hair that was scattered around her ears: "The deal won't change. I think I can understand your temptation - but it's not necessary."

She raised her arms, gently held the man's fist that was shaking from the force, and looked at him tenderly: "From the moment I came to you, I was given the task of 'satisfying all your wishes'. In other words."

She closed her eyes.

"I am not a human being."

"It's an item that belongs to you."

The man looked ferocious and threw the woman to the ground.

Bang.

"Fine - you win." He said as he retreated, picked up the old opened whiskey from the undisassembled tripod, unscrewed the bottle, and threw it away.

The bottle cap rolled vertically for a long distance.

Gulp gulp gulp…

"Fine...you win, I admit defeat, okay?"

George Romey wiped his mouth carelessly: "Anyway, I have made enough money these days! The federal government has sentenced me to 30 years in prison, which is enough - or something else? It's up to you. I admit it!"

He raised the bottle, looking crazy: "I was the one who transferred the money. I lost the bet! I admit it! I admit it - OK? I forced my daughter to his house - it's not what he said in the confession!"

"Is that enough?"

"Turn on your recorder, you damn bitch!"

Marian knelt quietly on the ground, looking at the mad man in front of her with an expressionless face.

"Alcohol..." She thought for a moment: "Do you need to vent your anger?"

"You can beat me up - sorry, I can't let you do whatever you want with my body because I still have other uses for it. However, if you want, I can satisfy you through other channels."

“Uncivilized island, everything is cheap.”

"everything."

Clang.

The glass bottle fell to the ground.

The brown liquor gushed out from the bottle, creating a drunken path all its own on the dusty brick slabs.

"What did you say?"

George Romy tilted his ear in disbelief and stepped closer to the woman.

"What did you say?"

“All of the above.”

The woman responded briefly. The ferocious male did not make her feel afraid. Instead, she continued to make thoughtful arrangements.

"Perhaps you need some special method?"

"What on earth do you want to do? Answer my question Mary!"

The answer he received was still the same sentence he had heard hundreds of times.

"Just completing the transaction."

"Don't you like it?"

The man vented his anger like a mad bull, smashing, throwing, and kicking. He grabbed Mary's long hair and dragged her all the way to the door.

After a while, he smiled.

"very good…"

"Deal, huh?"

"All? Everything? Right?"

He pointed to the dusty ground.

"Just as you requested, clean up the entire floor for me."

"Use this."

The man opened his mouth grimly.

"OK?"

"of course."

The woman nodded without changing her expression.

"Your wishes."

Chapter 49 Happy Paradise

When a person finds out that he can unleash the twisted malice in his heart without restraint.

George Romey asserted.

Even the most devout believers dare not swear to keep to the bottom line.