The Billionaire's Kick Ass Wife

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. Using her hands, Betty mashed and pressed the ingredients together. After a short while, she made a pill about the size of a soybean.

The girl's eyes lighted up with joy as she examined the tablet. After that, she took the pill and brought it to his mouth.

"No, no! Help, help..." the man cried out.

While Betty tried to give the man the pill many times, he moved his head erratically and she was unable to do so. Betty started pouting after a few more tries.

She was about to stop the man from moving his head in place with a fine needle, but Ricky acted first.

Ricky sat on the man's back and pressed the man's head hard.

The man didn't have much strength, to begin with. After being pressed down by Ricky, he couldn't move at all.

His eyes widened as he watched Betty feed him the pill.

He tried his best to move his tongue, wanting to spit out the pill. However, the pill had already melted in his mouth.

As soon as he took a bite, his tongue was flooded with a complex blend of flavors, including spicy, bitter, sweet, and a trace of saltiness.

To the point that he felt a surge of exceedingly pungent odor upwards to his head, too.

The man immediately burst into tears and sobbed.

With a solemn look on her face, Betty gripped his lips to prevent him from spitting up the medicine.

Unconsciously, the guy gulped down the medicine to relieve the ache that had already spread to his head.

Only then did Betty be willing to let him go.

"That's more like it. You won't suffer much if you're an obedient experimental object." Betty patted his head comfortingly and said, "Don't cry. If you cry like this, people will think that I'm mistreating you!" The man stuck out his tongue and roared crazily in his head, 'Aren't you mistreating me now?'

"Go, go and find your mother. I won't hold you captive anymore!

The man had a good thought about it and felt that it was best for him to stay away from these two little demons.

As for the drug that he had just taken, he could just look for Isabella to find him a cure.Belongs © to NôvelDrama.Org.

He felt that the Miraculous Doctor was definitely much easier to talk to than these two little demons!

However, Betty 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 medicine, she will definitely scold me. It's not easy for me to meet a bad person!"

Betty sat cross-legged in front of the guy, her delicate, fair hand supporting her chin. Her short, wavy hair bounced mischievously as she shook her head, giving her an adorable and vivacious appearance. She was a sweet little angel if he chose to overlook what she had done to him

On the other hand, the man clenched his teeth in resolve. Put bluntly, this was a little demon pretending to be an angel.

The man's internal organs were throbbing with excruciating agony, and he also felt waves of an unexplainable itching sensation.

The man's body twisted in agony. His vision blurred up on him. He had a hazy impression that two devilish horns had grown on the sweet young girl's head.

Her once-adorable dimples had turned into sharp, demonic teeth.

"Help, help, Miraculous Doctor..."

He was in such much pain that he started to yell for the Miraculous Doctor. He was certain that Isabella would never tolerate her child's treatment of him in this way. After all, he was the chief of The Allied Nations, and his position was on par with that of the President of Lucsia.

If Isabella didn't want things to become any worse, she would save him without a doubt.

Nonetheless, the noise he was making at the time was hardly louder than a mosquito's buzz.

At this very moment, he was meant to suffer this misery.

In just two minutes, something had already started to spread over the man's skin.

Betty's eyes widened as she began to closely monitor the man's every movement.

The lump started white but quickly became red. The red intensified, becoming dark purple, then dark green, and finally black.

Every one of the lumps resembled the size and form of a broad bean.

Betty reached out and poked it. It was hard.

Ricky came down from the man's back and asked, "Betty, what's the use of this medicine? How do we know he won't die?"

Betty shook his head and said, "He won't die. This medicine is a medicine that makes people suffer. It's used to punish bad people. He'll be fine within two days."

This guy was in agony, yet he was still conscious. He was first overjoyed by Betty's surprising prediction that he would make a full recovery within two days, but this joy quickly turned to despair.

Two days! It needed two days for him to recover! So this meant he was going to suffer for two whole days? No way!

If he had known that these were two little demons sooner, he wouldn't have dared to kidnap them!

At this moment, Ricky said, "Betty, let's carry him to the sofa. It's more comfortable on the sofa."

The man felt a whirl in his head.

He thought to himself, Kind young man, are you trying to kill me or doing this for me?"

Then, he went through another round of hellish torture.

Although the two of them were small, they were quite strong.

One of them grabbed his arm, and the other grabbed his leg. They forcibly moved him to the sofa.

The discomfort was made worse when the lumps on his body motioned together with the floor