[Two] Strategies to Seize People's Wives
We're Seized, Sir!

Mark and Marcel step inside Ozan's house. This time Freya did not join, because the woman still had a major trauma. Afraid to meet Ozan and his in-laws. There were many injuries sustained while still in the house.

As usual, the handsome little boy ran inside his former stepfather's house. He smiled brightly towards Angel's room.

"Sister Angel! I'm home …!" he shouted loudly excitedly.

Mark could only shake his head at Marcel's behavior. The boy was still innocent, not much he knew about the cruel world.

"Be careful, Marcel. Don't run, you fall and your mama gets angry!" ban Mark with a firm tone.

Marcel who heard it stopped running. He walked quickly to Angel's room.

Mark has no power to follow Marcel, as he is only a guest in Ozan's stately home.

He came to take Angel with him.

"Let's go to the living room, Mr. Mark," Feng invited kindly.

The man smiled lightly. He followed Feng from behind. After being invited to sit down, the man rested his body on a long sofa.

Shortly after, Amir came out of his study. The man's face was still cold. A aura of hostility can come out from his body, Amir's gaze is extremely sharp.

"Why are you here, young man?" asked Amir coldly in his noble style.

"I came here to pick up Marcel's nanny."

Mark replied in a tone that was no less cold. He looked at Amir with meaningful eyes.

"She's gone home two days ago," lied Amir still wearing the same expression. It seemed like the man was used to lying, so his face was guessed.

Mark raised his eyebrows. He stared fixedly at Amir's old face, the man looked solemn.

It is difficult to detect lies. But her little heart felt strange. It started when Feng greeted him at the door without telling him to come in. Even more so when Marcel wanted to directly enter the house. Feng forbid.

"Old Bangka is very difficult to guess. My feeling is that something has happened. But, I have no proof. If I only thought I could be wrong. What am I supposed to do?"

Mark had a monologue in his heart. The man thought hard looking for an answer from his conjecture in the heart.

There was a sound of footsteps heading towards them. Mark turned to the right, looking Marcel walking towards him. The look on the boy's face was grim. His eyes were glazed like garden lights that were about to break.

"Om, Angel's sister isn't in the room. I'm looking in the backyard nothing. There is nothing in the kitchen either" Marcel lamented in a hoarse voice.

Mark breathed a heavy sigh. He rubbed the top of Marcel's head full of gentleness.

For some reason every time he came into contact with Marcel there was a strange sigh running through his heart. Like an inner bond.

"It turns out Sister Angel has returned home, dear," Mark's ballad is soft.

Marcel. He frowned. Can't believe what Mark said, because he saw Angel's clothes still in the closet.

"It's impossible that Sister Angel came home without bringing her clothes home, Om. Moreover, the photo of the late sister Angel's mother is still there."

Marcel told Marcel that Angel loved her mother very much. That is why the photo of the mother is displayed on the wall of the room.

Angel also once said the photo is the only relic of the mother. Wherever he goes, he will take him.

Amir's face turned tense. However, just for a moment. The old Bangka man clenched his hands tightly. He is furious with Marcel who has the potential to derail his plans.

"That boy ..I would love to sink him into the Nile" said Amir in my heart.

Mark stared straight at Amir. His heart was sure that something had happened.

Mark just opened his mouth. Saying something, his phone rang.

The man frowned as he read the name on his phone screen.

"Jimmy," he muttered softly heard by Amir making the man startled.

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Before Mark and Marcel came into the house.

Jimmy smiled when he found out Mark was coming. It seems like fate is on her side. The man will ask Mark for help to help Angel.

"Take off Angel, sir. I promise I won't tell this to anyone!" pinta Jimmy in a firm tone. His face looked very serious.

Right now he just wants Angel to be free from the shackles of Amir.

"Dead people can't tell stories!" hiss Amir grinned viciously.

Jimmy was surprised to hear that. The man's heart skipped a beat, he forgot something.

Yeah, something very important.

Right now he is dealing with a cunning man and a psychopath.

The young man could only freeze in his place. The door of the room opened, only then did Jimmy realize that Amir's men had entered.

"Take me off!" jimmy tried to rebel. Although Jimmy's power is large, but he still lost when faced with four men who are experts in martial arts.

There is a fight between Jimmy and four of Amir's men. It only lasts a few minutes. Afterwards Jimmy fell unconscious when the nape of his neck was hit.

"Take him to the basement!" amir's word is cold.

"Good, Sir."

They took Jimmy to the dirt room. Don't forget they tied Jimmy's legs and hands. The man's cell phone was confiscated.

"Sir Jimmy."

"Sir Jimmy."

"Mr …."

"Mr …!"

"Wake, Sir!"

Faintly Jimmy heard someone calling his name. The man opened his eyes slowly. The first thing he saw was an unkempt room.

Want to move, but can't. Both his hands and feet were crossed.

"Thank God you're sober" Angel murmured softly.

Jimmy looked to the left. Angel was tied up the same as it seemed.

The man shuddered in horror as he looked at Angel's battered face. The pity in his heart grew even greater as his eyes stared at the dried red liquid in Angel's ears.

"Oh my God, Angel. You're all right? How long have you been here?" jimmy's question made Angel sad.

The girl lowered her head. It was so hard to remember the disaster that happened to him. He should have just left when Marcel left too.

"It's been three days, sir," replied the raucous Angel.

Jimmy wanted to ask a lot of questions. However, he kept it off. Mark was visiting this house. I wish that man could help him.

"My phone" muttered Jimmy softly.

"It was taken earlier the same great sir's men," said Angel made Jimmy sigh heavily.

For a moment his mind was dead. Try as hard as you can to find a way out. Until an idea came to his mind. Jimmy looked towards his left hand.

A sweet smile on my face. The man was grateful, because God was so kind to him.

Expensive watches are still curled there. Fortunately, Amir's men did not take off the watch.

The watch is just like a cell phone.

"Hey Siri, please contact Mr. Mark CEO of Earth Gas Group!" let Jimmy calm down.

It didn't take long, the calling status turned into a connected call.

Mark : Hello.

Jimmy: Sir, help me and Angel. We were both held in a basement.

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