Chapter 433
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Kyle pushed him aside, angrily stomping towards the bed. Taking the blanket, he held it horizontally and wrapped it around his back. Pinching one side, the then wrapped it all the way across the front of his body until he could tuck the end underneath the opposite arm.
Kyle then grab the top corner and brought it over his shoulder from behind. Finally, he took the top corner and tied the two of them together at his shoulder.
Kyle was now wearing a toga.*
Randall's eyebrows shot up at Kyle's innovation and admired him even more.
He didn't say a word, nor did he stop him while Kyle was doing all that mumbo-jumbo with the blanket until Kyle reached the door.
"You might want to think twice before stepping out that door," Randall said.
Kyle's hand stopped at the doorknob and he slowly turned, "What do you mean by that?"
Kyle had planned to settle with Randall after he had fully recovered. He couldn't fully utilize the Kato Art right now, and last night had drained him completely. So all he could do last night was place the fake memories and not extract information.
He didn't have the truth serum with him after all.
But now, Randall was giving him a threat? What did he do?
Randall sat on the bed, tilting his head as he said, "I've placed my men to monitor your parents and ... what is it? The Elite Five? Their families. At my word, you and your friends will become orphans."
Kyle's eyes narrowed, and he didn't bother to hide the anger that he was feeling right there and then.
"You did WHAT?!" Kyle said, heading over to Randall and swiftly grabbed him by the neck. Randall didn't even flinch but laughed.
"They are all in position. One word from me and poof!" Randall smirked, "Of course, if they don't hear from me everyday, they'll also go poof!"
Kyle released his killer aura, that had been simmering ever since Randall's revelation. Randall's eyes bugled wide, but instead of being subdued, he opened his legs wide. To show that he was hard and ready.
"You're sick," Kyle hissed, letting go of Randall's neck.
Randall stood up, putting his hand behind Kyle's neck, "You made me this way."
"What do you want?"
"Haven't I told you already? Be mine. Stay," Randall said, "As long as you're with me, you and your friend's families will be safe." Find authorized novels in Webnovel，faster updates, better experience，Please click www.webnovel.com for visiting.
"I will treat you well, Kyle. You won't be short of anything, and you'll be free from the chains of being the Smith Heir. You can be yourself. Love anyone," Randall said, leaning closer, "As long as that one is me."
Kyle jerked back, avoiding Randall and said, "Is that why you're doing all this? Because you think I'm being burdened as the Smith Heir?"
"I don't think," Randall replied, "I know. You created this Dean persona to escape once in a while. Believe me, I know. It can be tiresome, hiding who and what you are. I was like you."
Kyle's mind churned as he processed this information. So it was true that Randall didn't know the truth about Dean. But what is this fantasy story he had made up? And he truly believed it, too.
Just how did that guy's mind work?! Then again, he actually got aroused from being choked, so ...
"If that's the case," Kyle said slowly, "Why are you threatening my family anyway?"
"Because you'd never admit it," Randall explained, "You're too stubborn and too responsible to agree to my proposal."
Kyle snorted, "I'm not stubborn. You're the stubborn one. Look, Randall. I told you ..."
Randall put his hand over Kyle's mouth, shaking his head, "See. Stubborn. If I don't do this, you'll never even consider it. No matter what, you're staying."
"Be reasonable, Randall," Kyle said, "Even if I decide to be with you, it doesn't mean I have to stay by your side 24/7. I have my own life as well. My family."
Randall shrugged.
"That's why they think you're dead," Randall said.
Kyle looked at him in shock, as Randall continued, "Soon, authorities are going to find your clothes, ripped and bloodied. You went for a jog and never came back."
"What the hell, Randall?!" Kyle roared, coming at him.
"It's the only way for me to keep you with me," Randall replied, easily blocking Kyle's punches, "Your parents would never allow you to stay, right? It's for your own good."
"My own good, my a*s! You're such an as*hole, Randall!" Kyle kicked at him, "How can you make my sister go through that pain?! My mother?!"
Randall grabbed Kyle, pinning him down and replied, "It's better this way, trust me."
"You are mine forever," Randall said softly as he kissed Kyle's neck.
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Kyle pushed him aside, angrily stomping towards the bed. Taking the blanket, he held it horizontally and wrapped it around his back. Pinching one side, the then wrapped it all the way across the front of his body until he could tuck the end underneath the opposite arm.
Kyle then grab the top corner and brought it over his shoulder from behind. Finally, he took the top corner and tied the two of them together at his shoulder.
Kyle was now wearing a toga.*
Randall's eyebrows shot up at Kyle's innovation and admired him even more.
He didn't say a word, nor did he stop him while Kyle was doing all that mumbo-jumbo with the blanket until Kyle reached the door.
"You might want to think twice before stepping out that door," Randall said.
Kyle's hand stopped at the doorknob and he slowly turned, "What do you mean by that?"
Kyle had planned to settle with Randall after he had fully recovered. He couldn't fully utilize the Kato Art right now, and last night had drained him completely. So all he could do last night was place the fake memories and not extract information.
He didn't have the truth serum with him after all.
But now, Randall was giving him a threat? What did he do?
Randall sat on the bed, tilting his head as he said, "I've placed my men to monitor your parents and ... what is it? The Elite Five? Their families. At my word, you and your friends will become orphans."
Kyle's eyes narrowed, and he didn't bother to hide the anger that he was feeling right there and then.
"You did WHAT?!" Kyle said, heading over to Randall and swiftly grabbed him by the neck. Randall didn't even flinch but laughed.
"They are all in position. One word from me and poof!" Randall smirked, "Of course, if they don't hear from me everyday, they'll also go poof!"
Kyle released his killer aura, that had been simmering ever since Randall's revelation. Randall's eyes bugled wide, but instead of being subdued, he opened his legs wide. To show that he was hard and ready.
"You're sick," Kyle hissed, letting go of Randall's neck.
Randall stood up, putting his hand behind Kyle's neck, "You made me this way."
"What do you want?"
"Haven't I told you already? Be mine. Stay," Randall said, "As long as you're with me, you and your friend's families will be safe." Find authorized novels in Webnovel，faster updates, better experience，Please click www.webnovel.com for visiting.
"I will treat you well, Kyle. You won't be short of anything, and you'll be free from the chains of being the Smith Heir. You can be yourself. Love anyone," Randall said, leaning closer, "As long as that one is me."
Kyle jerked back, avoiding Randall and said, "Is that why you're doing all this? Because you think I'm being burdened as the Smith Heir?"
"I don't think," Randall replied, "I know. You created this Dean persona to escape once in a while. Believe me, I know. It can be tiresome, hiding who and what you are. I was like you."
Kyle's mind churned as he processed this information. So it was true that Randall didn't know the truth about Dean. But what is this fantasy story he had made up? And he truly believed it, too.
Just how did that guy's mind work?! Then again, he actually got aroused from being choked, so ...
"If that's the case," Kyle said slowly, "Why are you threatening my family anyway?"
"Because you'd never admit it," Randall explained, "You're too stubborn and too responsible to agree to my proposal."
Kyle snorted, "I'm not stubborn. You're the stubborn one. Look, Randall. I told you ..."
Randall put his hand over Kyle's mouth, shaking his head, "See. Stubborn. If I don't do this, you'll never even consider it. No matter what, you're staying."
"Be reasonable, Randall," Kyle said, "Even if I decide to be with you, it doesn't mean I have to stay by your side 24/7. I have my own life as well. My family."
Randall shrugged.
"That's why they think you're dead," Randall said.
Kyle looked at him in shock, as Randall continued, "Soon, authorities are going to find your clothes, ripped and bloodied. You went for a jog and never came back."
"What the hell, Randall?!" Kyle roared, coming at him.
"It's the only way for me to keep you with me," Randall replied, easily blocking Kyle's punches, "Your parents would never allow you to stay, right? It's for your own good."
"My own good, my a*s! You're such an as*hole, Randall!" Kyle kicked at him, "How can you make my sister go through that pain?! My mother?!"
Randall grabbed Kyle, pinning him down and replied, "It's better this way, trust me."
"You are mine forever," Randall said softly as he kissed Kyle's neck.
Kyle pushed him aside, angrily stomping towards the bed. Taking the blanket, he held it horizontally and wrapped it around his back. Pinching one side, the then wrapped it all the way across the front of his body until he could tuck the end underneath the opposite arm. Kyle then grab the top corner and brought it over his shoulder from behind. Finally, he took the topcorner and tied the two of them together at his shoulder. Kyle was now wearing a toga.* Randall's eyebrows shot up at Kyle's innovation and admired him even more. He didn't say a word, nor did he stop him while Kyle was doing all that mumbo-jumbo with the blanket until Kyle reached the door. "You might want to think twice before stepping out that door," Randall said. Kyle's hand stopped at the doorknob and he slowly turned, "What do you mean by that?" Kyle had planned to settle with Randall after he had fully recovered. He couldn't fully utilize the Kato Art right now, and last night had drained him completely. So all he could do last night was place the fake memories and not extract information. He didn't have the truth serum with him after all. But now, Randall was giving him a threat? What did he do? Randall sat on the bed, tilting his head as he said, "I've placed my men to monitor your parents and ... what is it? The Elite Five? Their families. At my word, you and your friends will become orphans." Kyle's eyes narrowed, and he didn't bother to hide the anger that he was feeling right there and then. "You did WHAT?!" Kyle said, heading over to Randall and swiftly grabbed him by the neck. Randall didn't even flinch but laughed. "They are all in position. One word from me and poof!" Randall smirked, "Of course, if they don't hear from me everyday, they'll also go poof!" Kyle released his killer aura, that had been simmering ever since Randall's revelation. Randall's eyes bugled wide, but instead of being subdued, he opened his legs wide. To show that he was hard and ready. "You're sick," Kyle hissed, letting go of Randall's neck. Randall stood up, putting his hand behind Kyle's neck, "You made me this way." "What do you want?" "Haven't I told you already? Be mine. Stay," Randall said, "As long as you're with me, you and your friend's families will be safe." Find authorized novels in Webnovelfaster updates, better experiencePlease click www.webnovel.com for visiting. "I will treat you well, Kyle. You won't be short of anything, and you'll be free from the chains of being the Smith Heir. You can be yourself. Love anyone," Randall said, leaning closer, "As long as that one is me." Kyle jerked back, avoiding Randall and said, "Is that why you're doing all this? Because you think I'm being burdened as the Smith Heir?" "I don't think," Randall replied, "I know. You created this Dean persona to escape once in a while. Believe me, I know. It can be tiresome, hiding who and what you are. I was like you." Kyle's mind churned as he processed this information. So it was true that Randall didn't know the truth about Dean. But what is this fantasy story he had made up? And he truly believed it, too. Just how did that guy's mind work?! Then again, he actually got aroused from being choked, so ... "If that's the case," Kyle said slowly, "Why are you threatening my family anyway?" "Because you'd never admit it," Randall explained, "You're too stubborn and too responsible to agree to my proposal." Kyle snorted, "I'm not stubborn. You're the stubborn one. Look, Randall. I told you ..." Randall put his hand over Kyle's mouth, shaking his head, "See. Stubborn. If I don't do this, you'll never even consider it. No matter what, you're staying." "Be reasonable, Randall," Kyle said, "Even if I decide to be with you, it doesn't mean I have to stay by your side 24/7. I have my own life as well. My family." Randall shrugged. "That's why they think you're dead," Randall said. Kyle looked at him in shock, as Randall continued, "Soon, authorities are going to find your clothes, ripped and bloodied. You went for a jog and never came back." "What the hell, Randall?!" Kyle roared, coming at him. "It's the only way for me to keep you with me," Randall replied, easily blocking Kyle's punches, "Your parents would never allow you to stay, right? It's for your own good." "My own good, my a*s! You're such an as*hole, Randall!" Kyle kicked at him, "How can you make my sister go through that pain?! My mother?!" Randall grabbed Kyle, pinning him down and replied, "It's better this way, trust me." "You are mine forever,"Randall said softly as he kissed Kyle's neck.
