It’s Hard To Control My Naughty Wife!

"Tell me where my wife is and I will ask one of my men to take you home safely," Ramon promised. He did so very calmly.

Hearing that, Axcel's eyes turned slightly hopeful. His eyes visibly widened when Ramon finished saying the sweet-sounding promise. "You're going to let me go?"

"Of course," replied Ramon confidently. "I just want to meet my wife. That's all…" Ramon then crouched down so that he was at an eye level with Axcel and could look directly into his eyes.

"That… that…" Axcel stuttered. He was still having a hard time making his choice. If Ramon managed to find Hailee, it would mean he would be in danger when she told this man what he had done to her.

But, if Ramon was going to just let him go and forgive him, maybe he'd have enough time to run away and hide in a place that Ramon couldn't possibly find, waiting for this matter to pass and Hailee and Ramon forget about it.

It was a desperate thought that Axcel could think of in a chaotic atmosphere like this. Things seemed a lot better with the little hope he could count on.

However, Ramon didn't have time to let Axcel think any longer than this. He didn't want to waste even a second looking at the doubt and anxiety filled eyes of the bastard before him.

Thus, with the gun still in his hand he aimed it at the last person and shot his head so calmly. Ramon didn't even look at his target and was still looking at Axcel with the same calm smile.

Once again, Axcel was pushed to the point of having a mental breakdown and screamed like a woman, his screams so loud they were deafening.

Not only that, the fear made his dignity disappear somewhere as his pants started to get wet and he couldn't control his natural urges…

Seeing that, Marco and David couldn't help but frown and Ramon backed away so the liquid wouldn't contaminate him.

"Fuck you," Ramon cursed. "Shut up."

However, Axcel didn't fall silent, instead his screams got even louder and unbearable. His demeanour was now completely different from what he looked like a few hours ago while he tortured Hailee and made her scream loudly every time he kicked or hit her.

At that time, Axcel really enjoyed the woman's screams and grew happier every time Hailee screamed in pain.

But now, the same wasn't true… he looked like a trapped rat that was about to die, emitting one after another shrill, annoying sounds.

If it wasn't for Ramon still needing him, then he would have silenced him for good.

"Make him quiet," said Ramon to one of his bodyguards.

And two of them immediately stepped forward and tightly blocked Axcel's mouth, preventing him from shouting again.

"Now, tell me where Hailee is and I'll let you go, okay?" asked Ramon. He waited until Axcel nodded his head vigorously, then signaled his bodyguard to let go of the pathetic man.

"Your wife… your wife… she was taken away by Giana and Aileen along with some men… I don't know where… I don't know…." Axcel stammered and started crying.

Ramon really didn't like this man.

"I didn't hold back anything... now free me... I want to go home..." Axcel pleaded between sobs.

Even Ian looked at the desperate man with a look of disdain and scorn. How can a man behave like that? He even remembered how arrogant that man was when he was about to be caught.

If it wasn't for the fact that one of Ramon's bodyguards managed to incapacitate the two men who were about to run away with him, Ian believed this man would be laughing now arrogantly at having managed to escape.

"Aileen and Giana…" Ramon said the two names in an even tone.

That's when David came forward and reported to Ramon. "Three cars managed to escape from this place, but our people are chasing them."

"So my wife is with Giana and Aileen?" Ramon asked Axcel again. "You saw it?"

Axcel thought for a moment, his eyes bulging as he looked around him. "I don't know… I didn't see her… the last time those two women were with your wife, I don't know anything else…"

Leon is a total jerk. He used people who hated Hailee instead of using his own hands…

"Send more people after the cars." Ramon then was about to hurry to join in the pursuit again. However, he remembered that his car had been destroyed because he rammed it into the main gate earlier. "Did you see any more cars in the basement of this house?" Ramon asked Ian. "What cars?"

Ian who got the unexpected question was quite surprised and took a little longer to recall what cars he saw in the basement.

"I think there were about three cars… one of them was a sports car…" he muttered. "The other two I don't know what kind…"

That was enough for Ramon. "Tell me where the basement is…"

"Follow me." Ian then walked first in front of Ramon.

"Then… what about me?" Axcel suddenly interrupted. "I… you promised to take me home?"

But then Axcel fell silent when he received a cold and sharp glare from Ramon. He then corrected his words.

"No problem… you're very busy… I'm going home now… you don't have to worry about me," he stammered. But just as he stood up and was about to leave, David held him back. "I'll go alone… there's no need to hold me back. Ramon you promised…"

Axcel then turned his body to look at Ramon, demanding the promise he had made earlier to be fulfilled.

"Did I say that? I don't remember," said Ramon lightly then he shifted his focus to Ian. "What are you waiting for? Christmas?"

With that simple sentence, Axcel felt his heart stop beating, especially when David gripped his shoulder hard. For a moment, he felt that he would not survive Ramon Tordoff's wrath.

On the other hand, Ramon was behind Ian who then directed him to the stairs, but he stopped when he saw the halted elevator.

"What are you waiting for?" Ian asked irritably. Wasn't Ramon in a hurry?

"Why did this elevator stop?" Ramon muttered when he noticed the strangeness about the elevator.

"How would I know? Hurry up. We have to go," Ian urged Ramon, but the man was still standing frozen in front of the elevator which was showing red on the small screen above it.

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