Chapter 469 - 469: Dominated

On a peaceful night in Los Angeles, the city just experiencing a significant upgrade to its security, a black BMW sedan drove out of a hotel, its powerful headlights on the road and engine revving with power.

"Are you sure everything is alright?"

"Yes, Nadia. Don't you trust me?"

"Not in such situations.

Next thing now, you'll disappear, and tomorrow I'll find you halfway across the world."

"I'm not that bad," I muttered.

Unfortunately, the person on the other end of the line didn't care for my feelings, and since the phone was on speaker, our interaction gave Valera something to laugh about.

"Is that Valera?"

"Yes."

Shifting from me, my PA exchanged a few words with the cute brunette. After giving me a few reminders, she ended the call.

"Daddy, seems you're mischievous."

"Yeah, I can't deny that," I grunted.

"I like it. I want to be like you."

Valera's words made my forehead scrunch, and I immediately began considering the pros and cons of what she had just said.

A major reason for my successful personality was the unfair advantages I possessed, but it wasn't like Valera lacked advantages.

Still, though, was it wise to let the girl bloom with such a thought pattern?

"I'm a man, my personality won't fit you. Why don't you be like your mom?"

"But my mom is like you," Valera was quick to answer, looking at me curiously.

"In that case, you know Isabella, right? I want you to be like her. What do you think?"

"Yeah, I remember her. She's dangerous. I'll be like her."

When I picked Isabella as a possible role model, danger was the farthest thing from my mind, but maybe Valera wasn't wrong, Isabella wasn't exactly a saint.

Leaving the topic as it was, I sped into the night, bringing the car to a stop several minutes later in front of a single-story house.

Unlike the buzz we had come from, the neighbourhood we were in was relatively silent.

Stepping out of the car, I walked toward the house, entering through the front door, which was open, and immediately ascended the stairs, Valera trailing behind with her laptop in hand.

We had just reached the top when one of the doors of the room opened, a blonde woman in a decorated police uniform stepping out.

"I didn't expect to see you here."

"You expected me to send two officers to unlawfully detain a citizen of this country?"

Annie had an aggravated appearance; her hair was a little ruffled, and it was clear she would rather be anywhere than here.

"You could just send corrupt officers and blackmail them with their crimes to keep quiet."

Not seeing the wisdom in my words, Annie moved to rebuke me, but then Valera came walking up the stairs, and she immediately shut up.

"Who is this?"

"This is Valera, my woman."

Ignoring Annie's confused face, I turned to Valera.

"She's Annie Armstrong, the chief police officer in Los Angeles. If you ever need anything, call her."

"Okay, Daddy."

Looking at Annie, Valera gave a short bow, and the exchange only seemed to confuse the woman further.

"Marcus, what's going on?"

"I no longer need your services, Annie, but if you're that serious, you can follow us."

I immediately began moving toward the door Annie had exited, and in excitement, Valera rushed past me, reaching the room first.

Following inside, I found the interior of the room rather well decorated, not like the random space I had told Nadia to find for me.

The bed was covered in a white bedsheet and red blanket. The walls were painted light blue, with different paintings placed across the room.

"This is what I expected."

"I thought it better to operate in an area we can better control. This is my home away from home, where I come to offload when the stress becomes too much."

Looking through the window on the other side, I spotted a wide, illuminated garden behind the house.

I wanted to observe more of the room, but a loud slap and then a muffled shriek from its center drew my attention.

Lying down at the center of the bed was a woman in white pyjamas, her hands and legs bound, her mouth taped shut.

When we entered the room, her eyes had been going over us full of questions, but now they were fully focused on the young girl kneeling beside her.

The moment Valera stepped in, she headed over to set her laptop on a table beside the bed and got up beside her former teacher.

I wasn't aware of what the girl had been doing earlier, but I knew the shriek came from the heavy slap she delivered to her ex-teacher's butt.

"Hey, what are you doing?" Annie immediately began walking toward the bed.

"Leave her."

"What!!" Annie turned to me.

Taking a seat on a chair at the opposite angle of the room, I slapped my thighs.

"Bring your fat ass over here."

Looking at us and seeing that she wouldn't be bothered, Valera turned back to her teacher—who was looking at her in shock and confusion—and ripped the tape off her mouth.

"Valera, what are you doing?" the woman began, but a slap met her face, stunning her.

"Only speak when spoken to."

Annie, who had moved beside me, froze at Valera's actions, but before she could speak a word, I pulled her to me, letting her fat rump spread over my thighs.

"Be quiet and watch."

Personally, I was in as much surprise as Annie, Valera's confident actions catching me off guard, but then it had to be remembered that the girl was not human.

Martha had always kept a tight leash on her daughter, but what happened when the girl was allowed to express herself?

I watched as Valera opened her laptop, then brought the screen to her confused teacher's face.

"See this? If you don't do as I say, you can consider your life over."

"Valera, why?" the busty teacher questioned in disbelief, still stunned at what was happening.

"You know why, bitch. I know you fuck Emma's dad, and that's why you suck up to her ass so much."