The Guardian’s Sword by Talking Cigarette

What was a drama queen?

Was this what you call a drama queen?

What was acting?

This was acting!

If Claremento’s second daughter, Ms. Aria got into show business and worked on a movie or TV show, other actors would be out of jobs. All the film awards in history would probably be hers!

Aria gripped Lowich’s blood-stained hand while looking at him tenderly, her lips quivering with overwhelming grief.

“Lowich, you can’t die. You’ve worked for me all these years. You’ve protected me and taken care of me. How can you die? I don’t want you to die. You must survive. Who’s going to protect me if you die…”

Aria burst into tears as she cradled Lowich in her arms. Tears rolled down her face like beads.

Miss… It’s my pleasure… To die

his sentence, he started coughing in pain. Streams of bright red blood spilled from the corners of his mouth, staining Aria’s expensive

at the sky and shouted in grief

He felt goosebumps all over his body. Maybe even the goosebumps were

not dead yet, Ms.

vital parts. He won’t die even if you leave him alone for three days. He might bleed to death

words immediately ruined

wiped away her tears and glared at Jagoan

father treated you kindly, entertained you, and gave you the best treatment, but what about you? Not only did you seduce my sister Lisha, but you also joined hands with her to kill me! Jagoan, how could there be such a vile, vicious, nasty, shameless, despicable, sinister person

of adjectives brought Aria’s skills as an actor and language foundation into

full well that he could never say

Claremento’s face was livid as he glared at Jagoan and asked, “Did you and Lisha conspire to kill my daughter, Aria, and