It's been two months since you've felt sick to your stomach, and your mood changes all the time. Even so, you still insist on not going to the hospital even though your bodyguard ask you to check their health

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"Miss! Mr. Michael's car is in front of our headquarters!"

exclaims one of your bodyguards in a black suit

Hearing that exclamation you obviously nodded and allowed Michael to enter the main headquarters where you are now. You wonder why the mobster from Russia suddenly came without sending a message and strangely why he brought so many bodyguards as well, could it be that he was inviting to war?

His every step is like a disaster that fills your luxurious interior headquarters followed by bodyguards of underlings behind him. You who witnessed it stood with a cold gaze and an upright posture with your arms folded across your chest, giving the impression of being the leader of the place

Some of your specialized bodyguard are standing right beside and behind you, they are people who have been trained since setting foot in your base but still they still feel a great disaster is about to happen

"Greetings to my little lady"

He said dominantly while kneeling in front of you then grabbed one of your hands then he kissed your hand that was wearing a black leather glove. A mischievous grin spreads across his face

"Do you want, little lady, to be one of us? Or rather a lady who will be taken care of by us?"

Of course, you are surprised by the man's words but you can't pull your hand away from him because that would be an insult to the Russian mafia chief in front of you

"In short. My son is in your belly, my little lady"

As he says that, hundreds of his bodyguards behind him lift up the plain black suitcase they are carrying and open it, revealing a pile of dollars inside. You drool at the sight of the money but quickly two of your bodyguards kneel down and hug your legs, sticking them down there

"Miss, don't be tempted by money!!!"

whines your bodyguards