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The Amby Honeymoon

Today, Zeeko and Trisha set off on their honeymoon in Italy on a private jet belonging to the Howard family. There were not many words they said on the way.

Trisha occasionally glanced at Zeeko who remained busy with her work. Apparently, even during the holidays Zeeko could not escape from his job.

"Sir, can't you get away from your salary?" syndir Trisha.

"I'm at work, Trish. Instead of playing around," Zeeko replied casually without looking at Trisha.

"If you love your job so much, why don't you just get married with your salary!"

Zeeko stopped her work for a moment and looked at Trisha.

"I told you I work! I'm the head of the family and I should be able to make money for our future!"

Zeeko's reply left Trisha silent.

"The future? Do we still have a future? You alone can never see me, Zee." Trisha sat up with a bitter smile.

Trisha chooses not to bother Zeeko and closes her eyes. Maybe by sleeping Trisha can forget everything for a moment.

After airing for several hours, Zeeko and Trisha finally arrive in Venice. Trisha squirms after waking up from her long sleep.

"Hooaaammm!"

Zeeko looked at Trisha who had absolutely no sense of unease.

"You enjoyed your trip, huh?"

Trisha glanced at Zeeko. "Hmm, I enjoyed it. Where are we going after this?"

"To the hotel."

Trisha mangosteen. Trisha follows Zeeko's steps towards a car that must have been prepared by the man.

"Master!" greet a man who is Max.

Trisha gawked to find Max had already arrived there.

"Zee, did you bring Max?" ask Trisha.

"Hmm, why?"

"Dam!" Trisha blocks Zeeko's steps.

"You realize what you're doing?" ask Trisha.

"No! So, you better not ask. Move aside! I'd lose a lot of time if I kept on serving you."

Zeeko walked casually towards a shiny black sedan.

"Hey, will you just stand there?" shouted Zeeko.

Trisha stomps her legs annoyed. "There's no romance! How could Emilia's aunt say that her son was a gentle and warm man. It seemed like he was indeed intentionally wearing a mask in front of his mother!"

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Arriving at the hotel, Zeeko immediately cleans herself in the bathroom.

"Trish, don't forget to get me a change of clothes! Suits suit!"

Trisha frowned. "Why would he wear a suit? Does he want to take me to a romantic dinner?"

Trisha's face flushed. "Alright, I'll prepare a beautiful dress for me as well."

Fifteen minutes later, Zeeko came out of the bathroom. He went straight to the dressing room and put on the clothes chosen by Trisha.

"Hmm, I can't deny that his taste is good" murmured Zeeko.

Zeeko came out of the dressing room in a neat state. Trisha is still confused about choosing her dress.

"Zee, please pick a dress for me!" Trisha brings some dresses knowing Zeeko will take her to a formal romantic place.

"For what? Where are you going?" Zeeko asked back.

"Lho, don't you want to take me to dinner? It's dinner time, Zee."

Zeeko laughs. "I thought you were exhausted. That's why it's better for you to rest tonight. I gotta go. I have work to take care of."

"WHAT?! So, you're gonna leave me here alone?" Trisha. His tough soul suddenly disappeared because Zeeko had already thrown it to the bottom of the abyss.

"But... Aren't we on our honeymoon?" Trisha tried to negotiate. Who knows if Zeeko changed her mind and asked her.

"Aren't you the one who said I couldn't touch you before I had a taste for you? So then... We're not gonna do it yet, Trish. You have to wait until I love you. At least maybe like you."

Zeeko passed away regardless of Trisha's feelings. Trisha's heart is broken. All the shadows of happiness that he would experience turned out to be just a dream.

With a vexed look, Trisha stared at Zeeko's back which slowly disappeared behind the door.

Trisha closed her eyes and neutralized her heartbeat.

"Alright, Zee. Don't think I'll give up on you. Let's see who loses first!"

Trisha grabbed one evening dress and put it on. Trisha gets out of the hotel room and follows Zeeko to where she is going.

Trisha sees Zeeko leaving with Max and several men dressed in all black.

"Where are they actually going?" mummy Trisha.

When Zeeko's car starts to drive away from the hotel, Trisha calls a taxi and follows Zeeko's car.

"Follow that car, sir!" said Trisha.

"Good, Miss."

In the car, Zeeko remains busy with her car. He checked several reports sent by his men.

"Master!" Max called from the front seat.

"Hmm, what's wrong?"

"Is it okay if we leave Miss Trisha at the hotel? The Black Panther group is watching you, sir. Don't let Miss Trisha be their target to destroy Mr."

Zeeko smiled a grin. "You don't worry. That girl is no ordinary girl. He won't lose against the brats of Black Panther."

"Well?!" Max doesn't know that Trisha is a karate teacher. Max did not dare to ask again and refocused on the street in front of him.

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Trisha got off the taxi she was riding in when she saw Zeeko's car stopping at an old warehouse far from the city. Trisha pays some money before going down.

"What is this place? Why would Zeeko come to a place like this?" muttered Trisha while looking around her.

The dark atmosphere of the night did not shrink Trisha's guts. She should know what her husband is doing in there.

As soon as the steps began to close to the old warehouse, Trisha saw several guards there.

"This place is heavily guarded. Don't-don't..."

Trisha's hunch began to guess what her husband was doing in there. Trisha settles around and looks for a gap to be able to look inside the warehouse.

Trisha's vegetables heard people laughing. Trisha knew it was Zeeko's voice.

Trisha sharpened her hearing. He saw Zeeko standing opposite someone.

"Who is that guy?" Trisha could not see clearly the face of the person who was talking to Zeeko.

"You need not doubt. I never sell anything. This is original and exclusive" Zeeko said.

"So, they're doing a buying and selling transaction? Sell what?" inner Trisha was still wondering exactly what Zeeko was doing.

After getting paid for what he sold, Zeeko immediately left the place along with Max and his men.

"Who is Zeeko? Why do I feel like I have a bad feeling about him? Hopefully not a bad thing!"

After Zeeko died, Trisha silently entered the old warehouse. Trisha sees that the item she just bought from Zeeko is in a large suitcase.

Without the slightest fear Trisha opened a suitcase that turned out to contain illegal firearms.

"What's? So, Zeeko did the practice of buying and selling illegal weapons?" Trisha smothered her mouth with her hands.

Trisha doesn't believe her husband is an illegal weapons mafia. Trisha shook her head strongly.

Until finally...

"Hey, who are you?!" a man shouted while pointing at Trisha.

"Wine! I'm busted!" muttered Trisha while in a daze looking for a safe place.