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The Secret Successor CHAPTER 464
“Sneaking a kiss in public… This kid has gotten cheeky and childish.” Elora picked a seat that was close to where the workers were making pizzas. They were working so fast, she found it difficult to put things together. “I’m a good food critic, but not that good at cooking. He knows that, but… he still wants to eat what I cooked when I want him to eat something better and tasty.” She looked at her hands. “I haven’t cooked at all in years, but cooking for my son after all these years isn’t a bad idea, either. He’s going to end up with some woman sooner or later, so I should cook for him while I can. Mm.”She focused really hard on observing the workers this time, but she wasn’t getting far. “The pizza stones they’re using to bake the pizza look different from the commercial ovens I’ve seen. I must find out what ingredients they make the sauce with. Is there anything special they add to the dough? Like some secret oil or something? Well, let’s first order one pizza and taste it. This sh
The Secret Successor CHAPTER 465
“Bring the guy that made this shitty veg pizza!” “Tristan’s voice was loud and powerful enough to make the plates and glasses on the other tables move, and it sent shivers down the people’s spines. “I’ll eat him instead!” He smashed the table with both hands.“An earthquake?” All the people in the shop immediately began to run out of the building. None of them even thought that it was Tristan’s doing.Elora also took the remaining half of the pizza and rushed out.Christopher was initially hesitant, but then he also started running out.“Hold it,” Tristan suddenly covered almost thirty feet and stopped in front of Christopher in a flash and put his hand on his shoulder. “You’re the one who made that pizza, aren’t you?”Christopher’s eyes widened as they met with Tristan’s gaze. He couldn’t lie even if he wanted to. “Yes, that was me,” he obediently answered. “I made that pizza.”“Do you know how to make meat pizza?” Tristan asked.“I do.”“Great. Let’s use your thigh muscles as the ma
The Secret Successor CHAPTER 466
The workers and waiters slit their throats and collected their own blood in bottles, which utterly petrified Elora. Even Russell stood stunned, unable to process the extremely raw, brutal visual he had visual never seen before.“Wonderful,” Tristan clapped very happily.The workers and waiters were able to stand longer even after slitting their throats because they were all being hypnotized by Tristan. Nevertheless, they collapsed one after another and went unconscious immediately. It was a matter of seconds that all of them would die.Moreover, Christopher, the manager of the shop, hacked his own thigh and cut that flesh into pieces and used it as an ingredient to make meat pizza. He used the fresh blood of the waiters and workers as sauce.The smell that came off the hot pizza stone was very pleasing to Tristan. And it elevated his mood.Russell and Elora had no idea what was going on. They didn’t know it was all Tristan’s doing. Nevertheless, Russell grabbed his mother’s hand and t
The Secret Successor CHAPTER 467
“Stop this! Please!” Russell cried out as his hands squeezed his mother’s throat against his well.“Why would I stop such a wonderful scene from coming to its conclusion?” Tristan laughed. “I’m not that heartless.”His words were like added torture to Russell and Elora.Elora, knowing what’s happening, stopped struggling and started to smile instead. “It’s okay, son…” she squeezed out a few words with great difficulty. “This… isn’t your fault.”“N-No, mom!” Russell started screaming in rage and tried his damndest to resist Tristan’s control over his body. Just when he was starting to regain control over his body, Tristan uttered the word ‘obey,’ and Russell lost control over his body again.“I’ve killed many humans, but none like this,” Tristan’s red eyes looked pleased. His pupils turned from round to slit pupils as his ‘echo’ had taken over him. “Don’t blame me for doing this because you and I are not the same. Monsters like me have been roaming this world since the dawn of humanit
The Secret Successor CHAPTER 468
The moment Tristan’s heart exploded, and he died, Kyra regained control of herself. And she could not understand why she was at a place where she didn’t remember coming to.What’s more, her head was hurting very much as if she had a severe headache. The pain was so sharp she couldn’t speak or even think of anything else at the moment.Meanwhile, inside the pizza hut.Russell was doing chest-compressions on his mother, trying to wake her up. She wasn’t responding, and it was like a nightmare to him. “Mom! Please wake up!”“She’s not dead yet,” Benjamin came over to him. “Move aside.” Even though he asked Russell to move aside, he pushed Russell away and sent a jolt of electricity through his finger which struck Elora’s chest.And Elora began to breathe now. She didn’t regain her consciousness, but one could tell that she was breathing.Russell fell back on his butt in relief. Nevertheless, he was still shaking. His body was completely drenched in sweat. He still felt like he was living
The Secret Successor CHAPTER 469
A few minutes later.Elora woke up and found herself sitting outside at the wooden bench, where she had previously sat and fed two pizza slices to a street dog.“Why am I here?” She looked a little confused, even though Russell was sitting right next to her. The last thing she remembered was booking a room at a new hotel, and then coming out with Russell for dinner. And then she didn’t remember what happened. But she felt dizzy. “Russell, I don’t feel well.”“Let’s go back to the hotel room, Mom,” he helped her get up, and he walked with her to the hotel across the four-lane road.Kyra was still there, sitting in her car, and she was very surprised to see Russell and his mother. They both looked poor and pitiful as they crossed the street, but she didn’t feel all that pity toward him because she couldn’t forget seeing his picture on Karensa’s mobile not long ago.“I saw his picture at the party, and now he’s now in my sight… What sort of a coincidence is this?” she gritted her teeth,
The Secret Successor CHAPTER 470
Benjamin finished cleaning the shop, and then woke Christopher up first.Christopher found his pants torn, which exposed his fat, hairy thigh. “W-What the hell happened to me?” He tried to cover it with his hands, but it didn’t work, so he used a napkin that was on the table. “B-Benjamin, why are my pants torn? And…” he could see the workers that were still lying unconscious. “What’s up with them?”“It’s better that you don’t ask me about it, Boss,” Benjamin said in a rather dramatic tone. “I don’t want you shitting in your pants.”“W-Why?” Christopher’s cheeks sweated from anxiousness. “W-What happened? Why don’t I remember anything? Did some social justice warriors lose their minds and attack us because we don’t have equal male and female staff members?”“Don’t even get me started. Since you’re smart, I’m sure you’ll figure it out, Boss. Those guys are just sleeping, so you can wake them up. There are a lot of pending orders, so hurry them up,” Benjamin said and walked out of the hu
The Secret Successor CHAPTER 471
With her slender waist touching the wall, Kyra was waiting for Russell to go back into his room. It was silent for a few seconds. “Did he leave?” She opened the door, and to her shock, he was standing right next to the door.“What are you doing here?” he asked rather coldly, arms folded across the chest, standing on one leg and leaning his back to the wall. Kyra’s expression immediately changed into that of a serious one. She stood straight and confidently said, “That’s my question. What are you doing with Karensa Raer? Is this your way of getting back at me?”Russell slightly frowned. “I don’t get it. Why do you care who I stick with after you basically kicked me out of the party without even trusting my words?”“You’re sticking to that ‘being innocent’ script, I see,” Kyra squinted her eyes. “If you’re truly innocent, you wouldn’t have given up so easily. You would have come to my house and at least tried to prove yourself.”“Huh, you talk like a lawyer. It’s always the man that me