Chapter 96
IANTHE BARDOT
Happiness filled my heart as I got into the car with the little brat in tow, sniffing and watery eyed.
As we sat down, I turned to the little girl in disgust. "Why are you crying? Did I take you from your mother forcefully?" I asked innocently, hoping she falls for it again and then I can get a chance to punish her, my veins thrummed in excitement as I watched her.
She only sniffed and shook her head. "N-no."
I rolled my eyes, smart girl, too smart for her own good. "Well why are you crying then? Do you know realise that your mother does not care about you? She is just a whore who goes about killing men." I told her with a shrug and this time, my hair worked because she glared up at me, fire in her eyes.
"Do not insult my mother!" She yelled.
I laughed, a happy , delicious laugh. "Your mother? The woman who dropped you off at an orphanage?"
