The Billionaire's Kick Ass Wife

Chapter 660

The chief of The Allied Nations was dumbfounded.

His eyes widened in a state of shock as he took in the young girl before him.

What did he hear? What did he see? What was he experiencing?

He could not believe what he was seeing.

He felt powerless as he looked about. His guards had all passed out from the drug, and he felt like he might as well join them.

Betty tugged at his shirt and pulled him to the ground. Then, she stuffed a pill into his mouth.

“Don’t fall asleep. It won’t be fun if you do!”

Even though Betty’s voice was soft and pleasant, to the man’s ears, it was like a little demon whispering to him.

“Betty, what experiment are you going to do with him? You can’t kill him, or Mom will be mad,” Ricky walked over to Betty and warned.

Betty said seriously, “Ricky, don’t worry. Of course, I won’t kill him. Mom said that it’s wrong to deliberately take another person’s life. On top of that, we need to be capable of dealing with the fallout. What I really want to do is experiment with a new drug on him. All that’ll happen is that his skin will inflate and he’ll end up looking like a toad.”

The leader of the Allied Nations, whom no one dared to offend because he was incomparably honorable, felt his head spin after hearing Betty’s solemn but sweet voice. He wondered whether he should be thankful that Isabella had instilled in her kids the value of treating people with respect and not resorting to senseless violence.

However, he could never accept himself as looking like a toad!

He felt a prickling sensation on his scalp as he watched Betty pull two tiny bottles out of her pocket.

“W-What are you doing?” he stuttered. He realized his voice was as feeble as a mosquito’s the moment he tried to speak. It was hard for him to utter a word, much less yell for help.

Betty’s expression to him was one of pure innocence. Noticing the dread in his eyes, Betty reached out to stroke his forehead and console him, “Don’t be afraid. It won’t kill you.”

He watched Betty pull out two little bottles. The bottles were minuscule in size. Even if you put five or six of them in your pocket at once, they wouldn’t make a bulge.

Suddenly, he noticed Betty taking the caps off of the tiny vials of medication. The bottles released an array of off-putting odors. Then, a plethora of brightly colored fluids and powders were poured out.

After a short while, she made

up with joy as she examined the tablet. After that, she

no! Help, help…” the

pill many times, he moved his head erratically and she was unable

after a few

moving his head in

sat on the man’s back and pressed the man’s

begin with. After being pressed down by Ricky, he

as he watched Betty

his best to move his tongue, wanting to spit out the

tongue was flooded with a complex blend of flavors, including

a surge of exceedingly pungent odor upwards to

immediately burst into tears

Betty gripped his lips to prevent him from

relieve the ache that

did Betty be willing to

you’re an obedient experimental object.” Betty patted his head comfortingly and said, “Don’t cry. If

man stuck out his tongue and roared crazily in his head, ‘Aren’t

and find your mother. I won’t hold you

about it and felt that it was best for him to stay away from

that he had just taken, he could just look for Isabella

the Miraculous Doctor was definitely much easier to talk to than

widened her eyes and shook her head repeatedly, pleading, “No, no, I can’t look for my mom. If my mom finds out that I used someone to test out my

the guy, her delicate, fair hand supporting her chin. Her short, wavy

sweet little angel if he chose to overlook what

man clenched his teeth in resolve. Put bluntly, this was a little

with excruciating agony, and he also felt waves

twisted in agony. His vision blurred up on him. He had a hazy impression that two devilish horns had grown

dimples had turned into sharp, demonic

“Help, help, Miraculous Doctor…”

the Miraculous Doctor. He was

was the chief of The Allied Nations, and his position was on par with that of