Chapter 532 - Five Hundred And Thirty-Three: You Must Be An Alien (2/2)

”And you, sir George, with all due respect!” Reina spat bitterly, ”I gave your grandson a roof over his head, food to rid his hunger, and a soft bed to rest his tired body and this is how you repay me? By bringing war to my home?”

George tried to speak, to defend himself, but Reina didn't let him say a word.

”Even the heavens can testify that I did your son no harm but yet, here you are, pointing a gun at my husband's head? To make me a widow? Is that your repayment for my favor?” She pressed a hand to her chest.

”N-no, Reina, is not that,”

”Then what is it? You're my father's mentor and a family friend as well, yet you mean me evil?” Reina sounded sincerely hurt.

George swallowed, short of words. What he had been told was that his son, Julie, had been captured by Niklaus and had not even anticipated this - not one bit. He had hurried over here with that anger and apprehension, however, here he was, hearing the opposite.

George sighed, ”I'm sorry for the commotion and inconveniences I might have caused your family,” He apologized, then turned to his army, and even without saying it, every one of them lowered their weapons.

At the side, Niklaus had a smile on his face, he was so fucking proud of his wife. Perhaps, he would show his appreciation in bed tonight. Hehe.

”Alright,” Reina clapped her hands, ”Since we are all good here, then I'm inviting you inside,” she winked at George, ”I made a feast for us to dine and discuss diplomatically,”

And for a moment there George forgot the reason he was there in the first place as Reina charmed him with her warm smile, looping her arm his own as she led him inside the house while Niklaus sulked at the corner.

Why was his wife suddenly giving all of her attention to the old man, completely ignoring him, her husband? Was she now into older people? Maybe he should grow out his beards more. Niklaus massaged his jaw thinking of ways to achieve an older appearance.

Meanwhile.....

Anabelle leaned back against the wall with a deep sigh of relief, ”That was a close one,”

”Tsk tsk,” Someone made a sound of disapproval by her side, ”No fun at all. Mother made her appearance too early,” Isabella was disappointed.

Anabelle gave her the look as if she was an alien, ”Are you for real? They would have hurt each other down there. Those are guns with bullets and bodies would have piled up,”

”Nobody would have died, just one of the fools throwing a punch at another and losing a few teeth. George is not stupid, his grandson is at Nicklaus' mercy, why would he risk that by firing first?” Isabella laid it all out for her and Anabelle's jaw almost dropped to the ground.

Almost immediately, Anabelle went over to Isabella and began to pull at her face.

”You! What are you doing?!”

”You must be an alien!” Anabelle stated, pulling her face as if she wanted to drag off her human mask or something.

”What?!” Isabella couldn't believe her ears. With a bit more strength, she successfully pushed away Anabelle who had clung on too tight.

”Are you crazy,” Isabella rubbed her abused cheeks.

”Or you are not,” Anabelle thought hard after the alien mask refused to fall off Isabella's face. Her eyes brightened with an idea, ”Perhaps, you're a superhuman and your power is your brain which explains why you're so smart!”

Unable to take it anymore, Isabella lashed out at her, ”Instead of thinking nonsense, why don't you pray that the meeting goes well else you'd become the chief bridesmaids at your boyfriend's wedding!!”