25 Another Host 1 (1/2)

Sofony was already fast asleep when he finished saying that. The man covered her with the violet blanket that smelt of copulation. He then strode out naked and wandered to her kitchen to cook breakfast. However, halfway through, the phone he left at the living room's table rang.

Gio picked up and saw a call coming from his assistant.

”Done?”

”Reporting to Young Master, I already have the result of the investigation. It seems like the perpetrator is a Cruz, the heir from the same school as Miss Sofony.”

”A Cruz, huh. Got it.”

”What is your command, Sir?”

Gio pondered for a moment. His eyes strayed to the bedroom where his girl was sleeping. The door was only half-closed and due to this, he could make out the silhouette of a sleeping woman. Ruthlessness flashed across his eyes when the scene of a random rogue breaking into her house came into mind.

'Just because my Baby is beautiful, you think you can touch her?'

Strength much greater than usual was applied to his grip and the phone was almost shattered into a mess. The static and sound of a breaking phone case made the person over the phone flinch.

In an indifferent tone, Gio spoke.

”Warn them. You know what to do with the dirty thing.”

”... Teach a lesson or directly kill?”

”A lesson first. Castrate him after. If he resists, then silence him forever.”

To that merciless remark, George hastily uttered his prayer for the stupid kid.

'It's his fault for angering who he should not. Of all girls out there, why set his sight to Miss Mendez?'

When George put down the call and dialed another number to execute the orders, he was also wondering to himself.

'It's weird. Why is that poor kid even studying in a second rate high school? Are the Cruzes now short on money to pay for his tuition? And that Miss Sofony, is she already Young Master's Mistress? A high-schooler mistress? Should be.'

Five miles away, in a villa of a private compound owned by Floyd's family, Floyd could be seen groggily waking up in his large room. His phone was vibrating and the noise annoyed the heck out of him. It was still very early for him to get out of bed.

'Which of the son of bitches is calling me in this hour?'

His naked upper body rose, and his right hand groped around for the ringing device. With a swipe of his finger, he unlocked his phone and through his still sleepy eyes, he read the notifications.

'Ah. So it was this bastard.'

He clicked his tongue and immediately focused on the message.

<System: Host, you are in a huge mess. A bigshot several times more powerful than your family has set his eyes on you. Hehe.>

His sleepiness flew away.