Chapitre 1593: A Maid's Duty

"Yeah, I did. It was pink. All pink." Varian said with a straight face.

"H-Heuk!" Hazel swallowed her saliva and looked up in surprise.

What a pervert he must be to admit seeing her panties!

"Of course I'm talking about the papers, you dirty pervert!"

"Ahh!" Hazel realized she had been tricked and looked at him with an aggrieved expression. "To tease me like this, you are definitely not an illusion."

Varian flicked his wrist and the air crackled. "Neither is my whip."

"Wait!"

Hazel saw the papers floating around and her breath nearly stopped. She wanted to bury herself in the ground and never see light of the day.

"The domineering president is not based on you, master! I swear on your honor and dignity!"

"Then why is his name Var or Varion or Verian?" Varan stretched the whip and swung it.

"Heuk!"

Hazel closed her eyes in fear but the pain did not come.

Boom!