Assassin Girl
1. Defeats

The sound of a motorbike seemed to sound so noisy in the ears, not only one motorbike was passing very fast but also there were several large motorcycles that crossed the city streets that looked slightly wet .

the clouds looked cloudy that night but did not make the bikers stop and go home to each other .

"I will win her little girl!" whisper her behind her black full face helmet .

increasingly in the gas to reach the finish line that has been prepared, the, festive cheers have been heard from a distance the flags have been fluttering with a stay in the air waiting for the champion who will win the bet tonight .

WUSH

a strong wind swept through the spectators as the huge black motor flashed before them, in a few seconds it would reach the finish line.

"WINN!" speak loudly a woman who had been waiting at the front finish line .

the little smrik was engraved on the corner of his lips, opening his full face helmet did not forget also he fixed his hair that looked messy .

red lips, pitch black eyeballs and thick eyebrows make anyone who sees it will fall in the snare of its charm .

"how's the little girl?"

"it's a shame tonight you have to lose" the typical heavy sound makes the woman in front of him who sits with a face kesall on his big motorbike it can only put on a face of pity .

"ck.."his scorch .

"bill on your bet!"the man slapped a check worth buying a Lamborghini might make the woman who caught the check surprised instead of playing .

the handwriting written there, the woman held tightly to the check thrown by her enemy .

"i wouldn't want to pay a bet on the value of a luxury car!"deny it with a challenging face.

the man's steps stopped when he heard the woman's words later, he decided to turn around and look at the woman with a small smile that was very dismissive .

her steps stepped wide and approached the woman sitting sweetly on her motorbike .long hair, ranum lips, brown eyeballs and pliable eyelashes .

"can't you miss?" the man's speech in front of him made him feel annoyed he flicked his palm into the air and stared fixedly at the handsome face of the man in front of him .

"your only choice is to pay or choose to marry me"

really! it was a choice that did not provide a way out, how could this man in front of him say that?whether marriage is a betting ingredient and whether his brain is healthy .

"fucking"

"choose it before I replace it with a more difficult choice!"

"*NAME!"

"NICKUP!"

"NIKAH*!!

the audience was busy cheering them with 'married' remarks it all made him feel very upset and not at home being here .

"you have nothing to lose marrying me, what you need is always with me"

Damon Jamessh Smith, the highest caste man in Sydney . The man who holds the status of CEO in one of the most famous companies 'Smith Croup' . Anyone will know one of the only sons of the most famous company .

Monica Louta Alexander, a woman who has snow-white skin and looks worthy of her Greek Goddess . Monica has always been a hobby in betting women always win a variety of bets of any kind, and this time she managed to lose by the only son of the family 'Smith' .

"stupid!I'm not going to marry a guy like you"monica fumed with a look of disdain . the woman put on her full face helmet again and prepared to leave the racecourse leaving Damon's smrik smile .

"try to escape little lady" .

Brakes

the document was thrown towards a large table, the document that has been searched for has now been found . Damon flips his work chair facing towards his assistant .

the man put on a flat face but in his heart churned a sense of awe and happiness.

"so he's Alexander's family?"

"right sir"

a small ruckus came out of Damon's mouth the man seemed to be interested in something new .

"Monica Louta Alexander"

…"so that's your name"

Edgar could only be silent on his foot, the man was very surprised when he saw the reaction of the master who was like him began to have a passion for life.

"his family went into corporate bankruptcy" Edgar explained by staring at Damon's black bead .

Damon nodded in understanding, the man took out a piece of paper in which was a picture of the woman he had met last night .

interesting this is an interesting game for him, the man continues to look at the face of the woman in the photo .

"take him here to see me" Damon told me, who immediately got a nod to understand from Edgar .

after listening to Damon's orders, Edgar again left the room and returned to carry out the new task given by Damon .

after seeing Edgar's back that was getting away and sinking behind the door, Damon Back turned his work chair by facing towards the city center with a mesmerizing and pampering view of the eyes .

Damon repeatedly let out tired breaths, the man closed both his eyeballs and inhaled the air slowly .

"for a long time I have never met you back Miss" whispered her who was carried away by a gust of wind .

Damon looked up again and looked up at the bright cloud from the top of the building in his room, the man stared fiercely at the bright clouds and there was not the slightest bit of sadness like him .

"When time never happens, maybe you and I are still always on the same roof"

tok tok tok tok

"Excuse me Sir"

…"This document must be signed "the soft speech of a woman's voice so distinctive makes Damon glance from the direction of the chair .

"Letta, look at that bright cloud . even it always seemed bright and never understood the sadness I was experiencing"

Letta Owisa, the secretary of the Smith family who has always been loyal to her master always understood about the state of her master and always been beside Damon .

Letta looked up and looked at the bright clouds, the woman smiled slightly then nodded with a slow nod .

"The lady must have been very happy up there" Letta chirped at the longest photo clearly on Damon's desk .

Damon nodded and turned his chair and his burly arms reached for a ballpoint pen that Letta provided to sign the important document .

"thank you, Mr. Damon" Letta said after receiving Damon's signature .

Damon was only able to put on a flat face and told Letta to leave his room giving him alone there to contemplate everything that had happened and would obviously never be repeated or even repaired.

Damon was only able to take a deep breath, the man closed the photo he displayed on his desk and busied himself on a pile of paper that was mounted on his desk .