The Devil Boss

Meanwhile, in a luxurious villa in Paris, inside the master bedroom, a man was holding a glass of red wine, staring at a large portrait of a girl covering the entire wall in front of him.

He was staring at it with burning red eyes. He looked as handsome as he was dangerous at this moment. His deep blue eyes were bloodshot with rage. The features of his face looked as if God had crafted him with immense precision. His perfectly trimmed beard, straight nose, thin light-pink lips, and a muscular body with eight-pack abs combined to make him look no less than a Greek God.

His white shirt's top three buttons were open, revealing his sculpted chest. His biceps were visible through the folded sleeves of his shirt. Standing ten feet away from him were over a dozen men in black suits, their heads bowed, trembling in fear. Sweat was pouring down their faces. Their hands and feet had turned ice-cold. The silence was so thick that you could hear a pin drop, a dreadful calm before a storm.

Suddenly, the phone ringtone echoed among the standing men. It was their boss's unique ringtone. The man pulled his phone out of his pocket, looked at the screen—which showed the name "Flash"—and answered the call. He didn't say anything.

[ A girl's frantic voice from the phone]

"Chhote! It's an emergency! I need your help! Please, before she..."

[The man's cold, slow voice]

"Do not call at this time."

He cut the call right there. The girl on the other end kept shouting, "Hello, Chhote, hello!" but the line was already dead. Annoyed, he mumbled to himself, "Nothing can happen to this girl." Meanwhile, the master of the luxurious villa turned around and, in a slow but ice-cold voice, spoke in French to the men standing behind him.

[- The man's chilling voice]

"I asked you a question."

His words choked the breath right out of their throats. But one of the men had to answer, so he bravely took a half-step forward, swallowed his fear, and spoke.

[- The terrified man]

"Boss... we searched everywhere, but we couldn't find Young Madam anywhere."

Before he could even finish his sentence, a loud crashing sound echoed in the room. Hearing his man's words, the boss crushed the wine glass in his hand in a rage. The grip was so tight that the glass shattered into pieces right in his palm. Some glass shards fell on the floor, while others cut deep into his hands, blood dripping onto the floor.

But looking at his face, it seemed like he didn't care at all. However, the next second, the room echoed with five gunshots firing continuously. The man who had stepped forward now lay dead on the floor.

As soon as his eyes fell on the bodies, the man's mouth fell open in shock. Five of his men were now lying dead on the floor. Their boss's aim had been absolutely perfect. Seeing those five corpses, the rest were trembling in fear. Not a single sound came from their mouths. They didn't even dare to breathe loudly. Who knew if they would be next?

The boss of the men raised his terrified eyes and looked at his boss, who at this moment looked like a demon straight out of hell. The prominent veins on his forehead, neck, and hands made it clear that he had turned into a volcano ready to erupt on all of them. He was staring at the man with burning eyes. Then, grabbing the man's neck, he lifted him an inch off the ground.

Seeing this, the man was so terrified that no sound came from his mouth. His hands tried to stop the boss's grip, but his entire face had turned red, and he was about to pass out. He was having trouble breathing, his life slipping away as he struggled to break free. But the boss's grip on his neck was so strong that even if he wanted to, he couldn't free himself. The boss, with anger blazing in his eyes, emphasized every single word as he spoke in cold French.

[ - The boss's cold, ruthless French]

"I want my Baby Doll back at any cost. Find her. Or else, if she isn't found, it won't take me a single second to kill all of you."

Saying this, he mercilessly threw the man onto the floor. The man grabbed his neck, coughing and gasping for breath. The boss gave one cold glance at the corpses on the floor. A few moments later, the master bedroom was completely clean. There was no trace of blood, and no men were present. But even now, the boss was consumed by the same rage—or perhaps even more—than before. He stood there, staring at the portrait with his red eyes. Raising his hand, he touched the portrait as if the girl in it was standing right in front of him.

[ The boss speaking to the portrait]

"You made a mistake, Baby Doll. A huge mistake by running away from here. You will pay the price for this. Baby Doll, no matter where you go, you will have to come back to me. You cannot leave me. You can't live anywhere without me. Baby Doll... you have to come back."

He screamed his last line and then threw a flower vase, smashing it into the TV on the wall. Glass scattered everywhere across the floor.

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