Madame and Terry were in a restaurant, Madame's entourage stood directly behind her. There were two greenish orbs in its hands, its eyes appeared to be spaced out. Terry couldn't help but feel uneasy, Madame had a plate of soup before her. Occasionally, she kept eating from it, after a while, she finally spoke. "Terrence, you don't seem so good? What's worrying you? The invite to the restaurant or that my entourage is working."
"In this case, I think I will say both," He gulps.
"Relax, for a man. You can be a p***y at times," Madame jokes cruelly as she takes another spoonful. "The two reasons I mentioned, are those the only two bothering you?"
"For now, I will say yes."
"For the first reason, why I brought you here was quite obvious. I am hungry, the last confrontation with my young
