Chapter 32

"D*arn it! Are you planning to kill me in shock?" Ephraim moaned and held his chest. It immediately turned to Zerron and quickly stood up at four o'clock.

He knew he was doomed. Zerron glared at him and looked like he was going to hit him at any moment. Meanwhile, Zaera remained seated and seemed to be stuck in her seat.

"I will bury you alive, Ephraim" Zerron threatened him. Scratching his head, Ephraim smiled rawly at him.

"Hehe Insan, nothing like that. I'm just helping you"

"Really? Is it helpful? Does it change anything? I will f*cking sew your mouth so you can't speak forever" Zerron said...