Margaret Tucker AKA Lord Reaper novel Chapter 97

Chapter 97 Kicking Down the Door

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“Which part did I mess up? I’ll fix it! I’m sorry…” Rickie was totally freaked out. Making a guy his size-over 200 pounds-do a hundred push-ups would kill him.

Margaret frowned. Her stunning face looked even more impatient. The anger and bloodlust churning inside her were almost too much to hold back.

“Cut the crap. Just do it.”

Rickie was completely overwhelmed by her aura. She’s terrifying right now.

He didn’t dare beg anymore. He dropped to the floor immediately and started doing push-ups.

“Fifty… fifty-one… fifty-two…” Rickie struggled through each push-up, his round, pale face twisted in pain. Even just fifty-something felt like it was killing him.

He also felt totally wronged. He had no clue which part of his words had ticked her off.

“Boss… where are you going?” Halfway through his push-ups, Rickie saw Margaret move.

But she wasn’t heading for the door-she turned around and walked back toward the private rooms.

Rickie scrambled to his feet and chased after her.

Margaret seemed off-like a bomb ready to go off any second. He had to stick close.

What if she is in a bad mood and does something insane? Yeah, sure-even if I stay, I can’t stop her if she’s dead set on doing something…

Rickie followed Margaret through the hallways until they reached a private room door. He recognized it right away-it was the same one they’d seen from the corridor earlier. The one where Andrew and the princess were dining.

What is she doing here?

“Boss, Mr. Mohler and the princess are on a date in there! We should get out of here,” Rickie whispered, trying to pull Margaret away. “It’ll be bad if we accidentally disturb them.”

Andrew was famous in Capaville for his bad temper and bloodlust-a total dark, twisted big shot.

If they made any noise out here and annoyed him while he was eating, things would get ugly.

Margaret was strong, and her brother was the famous Edward who also had a solid background.

But a big shot like Andrew was someone they truly couldn’t afford to mess with. Especially since he was rumored to be mentally unstable-definitely not someone to provoke.

Rickie spoke softly, hoping to lead Margaret away.

But Margaret didn’t follow him. Instead, she walked right up to the private room door.

Her stunning face was frosty, her eyes glowing with sharp, fierce anger. She stared at the door.

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Chapter 97 Kicking Down the Door

The next second-she kicked the door open, looking totally badass and arrogant.

Oh my god! Rickie’s heart felt like it was about to jump out of his chest from fear and nervousness.

She just kicked down the door!

Yeah, her move is so cool.

But come on! The guy eating in there? That’s the legendary Andrew-the one who kills without even flinching!

Is she crazy? Is she trying to get herself killed?!

full oked at the silent man sitting in the

Inside the private room, Princess Charlotte Jordan of Karemin wheelchair in front of her. Her elegant, beautiful face was full of

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She sighed, speaking gently and persuasively. “Andrew, you’re already 26. Are you really not going to get married? Isn’t there any girl in Capaville who catches your eye?”

Andrew’s face was blank. He held a small silver knife in his hand, twirling it casually. He ignored her question completely.

Charlotte was used to Andrew’s silence. She sighed again and kept talking. “Andrew, you’re the heir to the Mohler family. You’ll inherit it someday. In that position, the Mohler family needs a lady of the house, and you need a good wife to support you.”

Andrew still said nothing. The sharp knife in his hand easily sliced a cut on his finger, drawing scary red blood. But he didn’t seem to feel any pain-his cold expression didn’t change at all.

Charlotte felt a headache coming on. “If you don’t like Shirley, the royal family has many other girls around your age. You can choose any of them.”

Andrew remained silent.

Charlotte’s patience was wearing thin. She wanted to lose her temper, but when she looked at the man in the wheelchair and his legs that would never stand again, she couldn’t bear to scold him.

Her voice was still soft. “Andrew, say something to me.”

Walter, sitting nearby, was so scared he didn’t dare say a word. He breathed carefully, trying to stay invisible.

At the same time, he couldn’t help but admire Andrew.

In the entire Karemin, only Andrew dared to ignore Princess Charlotte-the ruthless, decisive “War Goddess” of the royal family.

Andrew still said nothing. It was like the only thing in his eyes was the small silver knife in his hand.

“Andrew, you’re 26. You’ve never gotten close to any girls since you were little. Could it be… that the rumors are true? Do you like men?” Charlotte asked seriously.

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