Warning My Mommy is A Savage

chapter 1820

Tiffany looked blank as though she did not know what blood extraction was. She slowly reached out her fair hands to unbutton her clothes, exposing her collarbone in the process.

Below her collarbone were those fair...

Max instantly looked away, averting his gaze, yet the alluring image haunted his mind so vividly.

He gulped.

Tiffany's small hands held his stiff hands as she asked, "How do we extract blood? Do I need to extract a lot of it?" "No...no need."

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He wanted to ask her to button up, but the words were stuck in his throat.

With that, he allowed this sexy image to linger before his eyes.

He carefully took out the needle, but before he even injected it- "Ah!" Tiffany cried out and brought herself into his arms. She looked at him. "It hurts..."

Feeling just how...soft she was, Max stiffened and said, "I haven't even used the device on you."

Tiffany, still in his arms, hugged his waist and leaned on his shoulder. Her warm breath fanned his ear.

"Then, let's not do this. Needles are painful; it's not fun. Let's do something else instead..."

As she spoke, she took the needle and device away from him. Her lips grazed his chin.

Max jolted and said seriously, "S-Stop fooling around. You might be the daughter my father's been looking for..." "Doesn't it make it even more interesting?"

Tiffany bit his lip and then pressed him down.

Max had no idea she would act like this; he had assumed she was a pitiable and weak woman.

"You're naughty, Tiffany...but I like it."

With that said, he went from being passive to initiative.

Just like that, Tiffany managed to steer Max from drawing out her blood and managed to dance around Fredrick's intention of verifying her identity.

She thought she could use Max to take revenge, but this uncultured man had never been helpful. All he wanted was to sleep with her!

Disgusting.

Waverly looked at him, and she had an unnoticeable chill in her eyes.

She wanted to marry Anthony and become Mrs. Bailey!

Max, the trash that he was, wanted her to marry him? Not happening!

However...

If she wanted to ruin Charmine and Anthony, she could use Max.

Waverly lifelessly looked at Max, and what a heart-tugging sight it was. " Max, I can't go back yet. You know everything that happened to me;

Charmine had insulted me. If I run away now, will I ever be able to stand for myself again?"

With that said, she leaned over and repressed the disgust in her as she kissed his lips. She said, "We'll discuss going back later on, alright?"

The touch of her lips dazed Max, and he instantly listened to her. "Alright, then," he conceded and hugged her. "I'll listen to you."

Waverly smiled gently. "Carry on with your day. I want to be alone." 2

Max looked at her longingly. With that, he left a peck on her forehead.

Don't trouble yourself unnecessarily. Call me if there's anything. I'll go and see if I can do anything to that Charmine for you!" "Okay."

Max then had to take his leave, all while Waverly watched him exit the room. The moment the door was shut, her smile stiffened and her expression turned evil.

What useless trash!

Waverly leaned on the sofa furiously and elegantly lit up a cigarette.

She took in a deep breath and exhaled through her red lips.

After a moment, she took up her phone to contact Fredrick. "Father, I have a project that I'd like to discuss with you." 1 "Oh?" Fredrick said gently, "What project?" "You’re the master of plastic surgery in Kansas. If you're willing to open up a branch in Burlington to pass on the techniques and products, I think you’ll make a handsome sum."