The Thomas family has an extraordinary background. If Elizabeth really does not know how to praise, they do have the strength to drive her out of Lezein. Now they can only hope that Elizabeth does not know about the Equality Society, so that the crisis can be resolved.
"Go back." Carmine waved.
Verak bowed slightly and left.
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In the afternoon, Fletcher came to Verak's bedroom with the compiled information.
Verak knew that Fletcher would come, so he kept pretending to read a book, hoping not to anger this moody madman: "Mr. Fletcher."
"This is information. You need to digest it before eight o'clock in the evening. You can't show your flaws in front of Elizabeth." Fletcher threw the information book on the desk, then grabbed Verak's collar and said fiercely.
: "If you make another mistake tonight and cause trouble for the Thomas family, I will kill Dempsey, Nord, and throw you into the sewer."
This is another threat that I have said almost a hundred times.
"I will, Mr. Fletcher." Verak stood up from the desk, "I'm sorry about the charity gala. I didn't expect it to develop to this point."
When Fletcher heard this, he became even more angry. He directly grabbed Verak and pushed him against the wall. Because Verak had something important to do that night, he did not slap him directly like last time, but used
His elbow was stuck on Verak's neck: "Have I ever told you not to hide anything from me?!"
"Uh..." Verak couldn't breathe. He clenched his fists subconsciously, but resisted the urge to resist.
"Miss Kellerman told you about Elizabeth, why did you hide it from me and didn't tell me?!" Fletcher growled, "How many other things are you hiding from me?! Do you think you are smart?
?Can you fool everyone around?!"
"I..." Verak made a hoarse voice with difficulty, "I didn't...think...that this matter...is so important..."
Fletcher pulled Verak in front of him, and pushed him hard against the wall. Veins surged on his forehead, and he roared in Verak's ear: "I haven't slept all night.
! I have been collecting information about Elizabeth! I have to go to Mr. Carmine to sort it out when I come back during the day! Now I have to supervise you to digest it as soon as possible! Do you know why I do these stupid things?! It’s all because of you idiot! You
This lowly low-class person! Do you want to kill us?"
"I'm sorry...Mr. Fletcher..." Verak's face turned red, but he still endured it.
"One more time...one more time! I will kill you and your friends!" Fletcher let go of Verak, "You idiot! Despicable puppet!"
"Huh...huh..." Verak collapsed to the ground, breathing heavily.
Seeing this, Fletcher kicked Verak in the stomach again.
"Uh!" Verak huddled on the ground holding his stomach.
Fletcher, whose face was full of morbid madness, looked at Verak's painful appearance, broke into a hideous smile, stepped on Verak's head with his foot, and crushed him repeatedly: "Say, you are a lowly bastard."
Wait for someone!"
A huge sense of humiliation came over him, Verak's eyes were bloodshot, and his body was shaking with anger.
In his last life, he was often humiliated like this by Fletcher just to satisfy his perverted pleasure.
"Say! You are a lowly and low-class person!" Fletcher vented wantonly on Verak's body.
Verak gritted his teeth and never said anything.
Fletcher felt that Verak was challenging his majesty, so he became even crazier and stepped harder: "Say it!"
——Nord...Demps...
——Inequality is an eternal feature of human society, but the 'contract' between the rulers and the ruled should be rethought. The government should not only protect the wealth and rights of a few people, but should focus on the rights of everyone
Peace and equality.
The figures of the two friends and the words about equality appeared in Verak's mind.
The burning pain on my face and the humiliating sound in my ears.
Verak thought about why he worked so hard to do this.
He doesn't want to be looked down upon by others, he wants to live a prosperous life, he doesn't want to be regarded as a parasite anymore, he wants to live uprightly.
"You..."
After hearing Verak speak, Fletcher stopped insulting.
"You..." Verak grabbed Fletcher's ankle and pulled it open, "a lowly old man..."
Fletcher was stunned for a few seconds, wondering if he heard correctly. This low-class man who was lying on the ground and being toyed with by him actually started to scold him.
"You are looking for death!" Fletcher was completely angered. He raised his foot desperately and was about to kick Verak on the head.
Verak rolled out of the way and stood up quickly. One side of his face was covered with footprints and his clothes were messy: "Do you want to kill me? There is a knife in the desk drawer. Come on, take it out and stab me.
In my heart, this is what you want."
Fletcher was about to step forward and beat Verak, but when he heard his words, he stopped.
"I am a lowly inferior? Then what do you think you are? An animal that has been used as a dog for rich families for decades?" Seeing Fletcher's shocked expression, Verak felt an unprecedented pleasure, "
Where is your sense of superiority? A dog is paired with me and I point at you?"
"Verak..." Fletcher's body heaved violently.
"You can only show this stinking, condescending look in front of me." Verak walked forward boldly, "Which one of us do you think is important? When I see Elizabeth tonight, who has the wound on his face?
No one cares?"
Fletcher habitually grabbed Verak's collar.
Verak also grabbed Fletcher by the collar and pushed him against the wall. The disguised cowardice disappeared, and the real cruelty and murderous intention emerged: "Say, you are a lowly and low-class person."
.”
"You want to die!" Fletcher tried to break away, but Verak was much younger than him and much stronger than him.
"If you don't say anything, I will use the knife in the drawer to cut a wound on my face." Verak liked the feeling now, playing with this bastard who had driven him like a dog, "Do you think
At that time, will Mr. Carmine think that I cut it myself, or that you, a person with a hidden history of mental illness, did it?"
"How do you know?!" Fletcher was shocked again.
"Say, you are a lowly and low-class person." Verak did not answer directly, "I will only give you three seconds."
"What you do will only make you live a life of dire straits in the Thomas family!" Fletcher realized that he had far underestimated this young man. He was more difficult than he thought. "Do you want to be my enemy?