The Most Generous Master Ever - Chapter 997 The King of

Anger. Pain. Desolation.

“I don't have enough money or power right now, but I will definitely find a way to bring them all to their knees! I'll make them all beg!” She hissed, shaking with anger and frustration. “I will do everything, anything… to make them all regret… even if I have to sell my soul to the devil!” She said with determination flashing in her beautiful eyes.

The man smirked. He lifted his fingers and tucked some errant strands of her slightly mussed up hair behind her ear. “Be careful what you wish for, Miss. A certain devil here might really fulfil your wish and claim your soul in exchange.”

“If that devil is really here, do introduce him to me, handsome. I would like to make a deal with him.” Eva drawled out, smirking back at him.

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