Devious Intentions
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He suddenly became agitated, pacing back and forth, ring at me. Heughed hysterically, then red at me viciously, like a madman losing control.
Tristan shielded me cautiously, ready to attack at any moment.
"I can''t believe Anson gave this to a little nobody instead of me. Anson, you''ve underestimated me!" He shouted. "Why did he choose you?"
To be honest, his behavior shocked me. I spected about his identity and realized he must have betrayed the Huffman family. He must have a grudge against them from the way he talked about Anson.
"Damn it! I joined the Huffman family when I was ten and did everything for him like a dog. He said one thing but did another. He said he treated me like a son, but that was a lie!" He yelled.
"Since you''re from the Huffman family, shouldn''t you have remained loyal? You joined the Huffman family at ten, right? How did you end up bing Navi''sckey?" I asked disdainfully, though I softened my tone.
I knew I couldn''t confront him head-on since we were clearly outmatched.
"Why? Was he fair? Do you think I want to be here in this godforsaken ce?" He stared at me resentfully.
I involuntarily took a step back.
"He said he treated me like a son, but that old bastard made my life hell. He never showed me any favoritism and always sent me to the toughest ces.
"He''d punish me severely, even for
the smallest mistake. He treated me like a thief and never trusted me
with anything important." He ranted like a petnt child, clearly holding a deep-seated resentment against Anson.
"He called it love. Eventually, he sent me to this godforsaken ce, iming it was to toughen me up. Hah!
"Does he even know I can''t afford to eat or dress properly here? When I tried to earn some extra money, he said Icked ambition and wasn''t thinking about the long term.
"Everything I did was wrong! What
was the point of calling me his son then? Damn it! Does he think I''m a three-year-old who can be fooled so easily?" He exploded, appearing incredibly aggrieved.
I snorted. It seemed Anson''s judgment was spot-on. It was easy to test whether someone was gold or trash, and this petty man had no right to be a member of the
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Huffman family. He was clearly deceitful.
"What''s your name?" I asked.
He looked at me. "Why? Are you nning to run to that old bastard and tattle on me? It''s too bad you won''t have the chance to do that."
Iughed lightly and rxed, dismissing Tristan''s protective arm.From N?velDrama.Org.
Then, I said, "You''re really narrow-minded. I''ve never seen a man as petty as you are. I might be a woman, but I don''t care for such petty things. It''s a pity, though."
"What do you mean?" he asked angrily.