The Secret Code of Monsters

Chapter 88 Ch.87 Kate and Marissa Part 5

Kate swore that dance was the most awkward dance she had ever done.

For every movement, Alessa could find fault with four or five explanations.

If Ms. Parrett is serious, she is totally someone who wants to hurt other people's self-esteem in order to gain happiness.

She doesn't care what or how much the other person has learned.

She only cares about her own emotions.

"But it sure is fun, isn't it?"

Alessa looked at the girl dancing slowly in front of her and smiled contemptuously: "You are like a fish that has never landed on the shore and said to the dog: Look, you and I are both quite large creatures on land. How about we dominate this place together?”

She eccentrically imitated the sound of a fish: she pinched both sides of her throat with her index finger and thumb, and gently pulled the skin to imitate the sound of a fish in the water.

Kate doesn't think this is funny at all.

She has no respect for herself.

"That's absolutely true. But why should I respect you, girl?"

Alyssa stretched.

Kate's eyes subconsciously followed hers.

Like some kind of tender plant that is sprouting, slender and soft, fragile but full of vitality, and every move is full of beauty.

This does not come from any training.

She was born that way.

talent…

A chasm of despair.

"Although you are slightly better than the candidates he recommended before." Alesha said, "You are only a little better. Why should I recommend you?"

"'Daisley the Benefactor' is the best theater troupe in the country. If you join, you will have a new identity and enjoy a new, decent life... Kate Pacetti, why should I recommend you. "

"You're just good or bad."

The dance ends.

Kate calmed down her breathing, biting her lip and saying unwillingly: "I can play a supporting role."

"What? Of course you have to play a supporting role, are you kidding me." Alessa looked at her strangely. This girl was really not clear-headed.

"Anything else will do. I can do odd jobs... No, I can do anything..."

Alessa smiled and tapped her index finger in the air: "Then you will work as a handyman for five years, or ten years. When you are twenty-seven or thirty, I will recommend you to be a supporting role - Oh, by the way, it’s too late at the age of thirty...?”

She did it on purpose.

Kate Pacetti clenched her fists so tightly that her nails dug into her palms.

"I really can do anything..."

Alessa's light gray eyes were piercing, and she unceremoniously opened her fig leaf: "You are not pursuing art and fame, Miss Pasetti, you just want to get rid of your current life."

"What's wrong with that?" Pasetti argued, squeezing his neck.

"I didn't say it was wrong, Miss Pasetti." Alessa put down her legs and finally stood up and came to her. She looked at her, with inexplicable thoughts flowing in her gray eyes: "Tell me, Miss Pasetti, how much you think."

Kate Pacetti was stunned: "How...how much do you think about it?"

"Yes, how much do you want it? How much can you pay to achieve your goal?" Alessa smiled lightly, tilted her head, and carefully observed her nose, eyes and mouth, which made Pasetti tremble.

After a while, she suddenly said: "... Starting from today, I will train you for half a month. During this half month, you are not allowed to leave this house - except for training, the daily expenses for food and clothing are provided by The servants are in charge.”

"Tell me in half a month how much you want, Miss Pacetti."

"You're going to have a hard time...much harder than you think."

"Agree?"

Half a month…

No.

no.

Marissa, mother is still at home...

She is sick--

Alessa seemed to notice the hesitation in her eyes, and her face became cold: "I don't care if you have rats or fleas, whether the man lying on you will look for you all over the world - Miss Pasetti, I don't care What's important to you? Just one chance."

She held up her index finger.

"You can only give one answer given a chance."

"Agree or deny."

Pacetti hesitated.

"Ms. Alessa... I, can I ask your servant to come to my house to take care of-"

Alessa was unmoved and looked at her quietly: "Agree, or refuse. You have one last chance to speak, Miss Pasetti. You are not qualified to negotiate terms with me."

agree.

Or refuse.

Two completely different paths, the moment now may determine her life.

Kate Pacetti knows that.

She felt that the hairs all over her body stood up, and sweat oozed from her palms and soles of her feet.

She became more and more nervous, and became more and more aware of the meaning behind these two choices...

Pain and desire alternately extended freely on her skin, and the code of fate was in her own hands.

But those are two choices that will make you restless for the rest of your life.

Alyssa looked at the troubled and anxious girl with great interest.

She obviously found that the choice she gave was like a pot and a bundle of firewood.

This slow fire cooked Kate Pacetti, making her eyes bright and dark, melancholy and cautious, angry and painful.

"Miss Pasetti, it seems you chose the latter. Then, I'm going to have a divorce——"

"I stayed."

As a result, the winter wind is colder.

In every midnight when the wind howled, in the garden where the mist blocked the strange moonlight, when humans were asleep, Kate Pasetti's dancing shadow gradually overlapped with a taller and slender gentleman in black clothes covered with spikes.

It danced solo with her separately, and then danced duet together.

She cried sadly for her life. She cried excitedly for her life.

She and it confused identity, gender, and species.

They talked in human language, and learned to talk with the "click" that had never been named, or had been named but did not know what it was -

The sunset did not fall in an instant.

But opportunities can make people achieve success in one fell swoop.

"From today on, you can brush my dancing shoes."

On the afternoon of the thirteenth day, Alessa said to Pasetti.

Brushing dancing shoes.

This proves that an apprentice has finally entered the house.

Alessa was wearing a semi-transparent silk nightgown, and her eyes were filled with the brilliance of a few days ago, with admiration, as well as a hint of teasing and excitement after the evil deeds were successful:

"What a pity. I heard that your mother froze to death at home the day before yesterday..."

She turned around and pulled open all the curtains in the room, letting the sparse sunlight through the shade of the trees seep into the room.

She leaned on the balcony and looked out.

Look at the treetops and trunks, the grass and the gardeners walking around and fiddling with the flowers and plants.

She was like a kingfisher with gorgeous and luxuriant wings in a golden cage.

"Only the gardener's clothes change every day."

The warm light and fire slowly melted the ice in Kate Pasetti's heart, and they melted sparsely, flowing out thick juice and deadly venom.

Alessa turned her head and looked at Kate Pasetti, who was silent, and talked to herself as if looking in the mirror.

"From today on, we are the same."

"Ms. Pasetti."

"But..."

"Where are you trapped?"

She asked like a wicked but innocent child, peeling the ripening fruit in front of her with a clear and bright voice.

A smooth and flawless rambutan with an empty belly.

Just as Ms. Alessa said.

Kate Pasetti was trapped in her memories from that day on.