Chapitre 115: | Ask Me

𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐀 

My master placed his glass down and crossed his legs as he leaned leisurely into his chair. "So, I get to Harbawo Harbor, only to find a naked woman huddled in the corner of a container among a thousand fucking overripe pineapples. Then, to keep my family low on the radar, I was forced to bring this woman to my home, only to find out she was a fucking slave. Now," he got up from his seat, slowly sauntering toward me, "here's the irony of the story so far."