Olivia patiently explained, “Your pain will slowly get worse and it will feel like ants gnawing at your bones. If you move recklessly and cause blockages in your circulation, necrosis, amputation, and even death might even be possible!”
She had made it all up, of course. That needle had been intended to cause him pain and nothing else.
However, Christoff was still in pain and believed it wholeheartedly, so he did not dare move at all though he couldn’t help his temper rising. “You used acupuncture on me?”
He had already forgotten that she knew acupuncture. She looked at him and crisply answered, “Of course!” He was overwhelmed by anger. “You f*cking b*tch, you are going to die!”
She glared at him. “How dare you curse at me?” She stood up abruptly and got another silver needle. “It seems that you didn’t get enough of the feeling. Why don’t I give you another dose of numbness?”
He knew when to surrender and settled on the floor at once. “I’m sorry! I’m sorry!”
She retracted her hand and looked at him. “For what?” He smiled ingratiatingly at her. “I won’t curse at you anymore.” Olivia threatened him with the needle. “What else?”
Christoff frowned, feeling enraged by her victorious expression though he did not dare cross her. “I suggested the idea of trapping Eugene to Sirius, but I didn’t know how exactly he accomplished it. I did lend Azalea some manpower, but I didn’t ask her to harm your son. It has nothing to do with me, honestly!”
She pursed her lips. “You’ve managed to deny all responsibility. Even if you weren’t the mastermind, the people were all from Samuel Court, so-”
He completed her sentence before she could finish speaking. “Yes, it’s partly my fault too. You can deal with my people however you want and if you can’t bear it, I can help you. I told them to carry out their orders carelessly and even reminded them to not hurt you back then.”
She cut him off fiercely. “They can’t hurt my sons either!” He acquiesced. “Fine, fine. I did miss that part. The ones I sent were the worst batch from Samuel Court and don’t have any brains at all. I’m here to apologize personally, aren’t I? Are our sons okay?”
His words were rapid and sounded nice which might have been due to the pain, and she didn’t know what to do with that at the moment. “They’re my sons.”
“Fine, they’re yours. I won’t fight with you over them. Are they okay?” Olivia settled back into her seat and raised her eyebrows. “Of course. Your people aren’t so okay though. Why didn’t you go looking for them when they’ve disappeared for so long?”
He was puzzled by her victorious expression. “What? Did all three of my assassins end up being caught by them too?”
“Yup. They are in bad shape,” she informed him seriously. “I heard that your assassins had to be carried out of the place. Ah!”
She shook her head as she spoke as if she couldn’t bear recalling it. Christoff didn’t believe that naturally, especially after seeing how exaggerated her reaction was. “Are you playing around with me?”
He might be distracted now and didn’t get enough details, but he would’ve believed it if Eugene had caught them. However, three children had captured them. Even an assassin of the lowest level wouldn’t lose to three children in a fight, right? How were they in bad shape and had to be carried out? Was she joking?
Olivia glared at him. “Do you think I care enough to do so? Why else do you think you are still unharmed?” Christoff looked down at his legs, which looked so stiff and straight that they didn’t look real.
“Do I look unharmed?”
