A Puppet Rise For System Boss Allen

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Allen watched Valarie offer herself a seat on the couch “You haven’t answered me?” He looked at her, his wet hair leaving strands on his face, he looked as though he kept his anger just in check.

“So can’t I be in the house of my future husband?” She asked rhetorically, her eyes watching his reaction “I would rather have death have my skin than become your husband” Allen said, clenching his fist.

“Why do you despise me so?” She stood up walking closer to him, her fingers seemed to move faster than any parts of her, her fingers had begun to run on the surface of his bare chest where the robe had left open.

“You have no right to me, go back to your father,” Allen said grabbing her hand “You’re not welcome here,” he said dropping her wrist “And the next time that you’re bold enough to be here, I’ll make sure your father won’t see ur ashes” he said walking off “Leave!” His voice resounded throughout the living room.

“Don’t you want to know who your colleague’s accomplice was?” She asked,