Anton tried to get rid of his bad thoughts, when Maya suddenly spoke again in a relaxed tone while playing with her slender fingers.
"Why are you so confident, Uncle? Did you get a big favor from someone and-" Maya stopped talking as she looked straight into Anton's eyes. The girl smiled broadly, before she leaned back in the chair covered with her own blood.
"Ah ... Grandpa gave you a hand didn't he? I already knew he hated me, ever since his cold eyes kept looking at me on Daddy's funeral."
"Boss-"
"Shut up stupid!"
Maya immediately laughed with satisfaction when she saw Anton started to panic because his subordinates indirectly confirmed Maya's guess. The girl stopped laughing when she felt a stinging feeling in her chest. Her ribs must be injured. Maya grimaced softly, as she enjoyed every second of her current torture.
Maya looked at Anton again, smiling, before she said whatever she wanted to say right now.
