BEHIND EMOTICONS LOVE 1515 (END OF LOVE STORIES)
EPS 33 CONSPIRACY

EPS 33 CONSPIRACY

Marcon gulped down his wine glass with great arrogance. He had already won half the battle. What is happening with Megapolitan at the moment, even exceeds his expectations. He did not expect what Pramono did could quickly change the value of Megapolitan. As easy as turning your palm, you suddenly feel like you will get everything you want without spending too much energy.

Susan See, a former model who once won the world's beauty queen, but changed the course of her life to become a jurist, just stared at her in silence. There was no reaction from his face. Maybe because he did not understand the problem or could also not be sure of Marcon's move this time.

“Why are you silent Susan? Don't tell me you don't like it,” said Marcon.

Susan smiled faintly.

“Of course I'm happy, seeing your happy face. I just don't understand, why are you so happy when you haven't gotten anything.”

“You saw today's business news dear? Destruction of Megapolitan stock value in the world stock exchanges?”

“Of course. But that's normal, right? Until the problem can be resolved, the stock price will strengthen again.”

“As long as I don't interfere in it, it's a normal thing. Hehehe.”.

“It is true that what happened in Megapolitan was your doing? Or are you working with insiders?”

Marcon shook his head.

“I didn't involve myself directly. But I was instrumental in this Megapolitan destruction movement. You understand right?”

Susan See got up from her seat. Step slowly towards the large Macon table in the middle of the room. Put that sexy butt on it, then stared intently at the handsome CEO deeply. Marcon to gulp his saliva many times resisted the subtle frenzied hisses from under his stomach.

“What do you expect Marcon?” Susan asked back. “I mean why are you teasing a sleeping lion?”

“Hahaha!” Marcon laughed confidently. “Only an old lion, dear. And I'll turn him into a street cat.”

Susan shook her head.

“Subrata is not an old lion Marcon. He is a hungry lion ready to devour anyone, including you.”

“You doubt me?”

“Hm, I have always admired your courage Marcon, but not your intelligence.”

Marcon. Susan's face was sharp. There was anger slowly creeping to the end of his head. And his face began to redden withstanding the anger that should have been bursting. But who can blow the anger in front of the beautiful smile of Susan See, who can melt the layer of snow on the top of the exotic Mount Fujiyama?

“Do not misunderstand Marcon. I'm your business partner, and I've always supported you. I just think what you think of the Megapolitan is wrong. You don't know Subrata very well.”

Marcon smiled cynically. His anger subsided a little.

“I don't need to know Subrata, because I already got Pramono.”

“Pramono? His right hand is Subrata?”

“Yes. Former.”

“Mantan?”

“Subrata and Pramono have split. And his lucky fruit fell on me. Hahaha!”

Susan threw her gaze far out. Staring at the horizon line from Marcon's glass space on the ninety-ninth floor of the Mexican Vision Medcom skyscraper. His face is unpredictable. He did not know what Marcon was after before, but his instincts said that Marcon put himself in great danger, because he had dared to wake the sleeping lion and hurt him.

***

Subrata sat on his arm on the balcony of his house. Enjoy the afternoon sunlight that implies orange color in every corner of his house. The breeze stroked his face so calmly. His eyes were tightly clenched, but his mind flew back to re-explore episode after episode of his romantic life. And the power of love that makes it able to stand upright no matter what.

That is how life is, it must be enjoyed no matter what. His instincts say there is a conspiracy to attack his business. Experience gives him the space to always think calmly, learn, make plans and move at the right time. And the capacity makes it able to move any potential to move aggressively to protect themselves and counterattack the deadly.

“So you're thinking of mas?” the soft voice of the woman he had always loved was heard whispering in his ear.

Subrata simply smiled without opening his eyes. His wife always knew what was going on with him even though he had been acting as calmly as possible.

Vania kisses the head of Subrata with affection. Behind his fierce and fierce character in front of his men and enemies, Subrata was a very gentle husband. Never once did Vania hear the words of mockery come out of Subrata's lips. Subrata Palace is always filled with peace and tranquility.

“I know I'm thinking something. Andika?” tanya Vania alludes to their only son who lives far away in Indonesia.

Subrata opened his eyes, then frowned.

“Why did you suddenly mention your son Vania's name. Did you miss him?”

Vania wrapped her hands around Subrata's neck, then placed her head on her husband's shoulder.

“There is a mother who does not miss her son?” muttered.

Subrata took a long breath.

“Do you want to go home to see your son?”

Vania shook her head.

“No, if you still have busy here. I don't want to leave Subrata here facing problems alone.”

Subrata wrapped his hands around Vania's waist. He lifted the slender body and then sat on his lap. His wife kissed him gently.

“Thanks for your understanding Vania. I promise I'll take you home as soon as possible.”

Then the wind blew agitatedly, flying the middle-aged woman's hair children who still looked young. Subrata looked at his wife's face deeply. Vania's beauty never faded in time. The more the day becomes more fascinating.

“Now do you want to tell me what you're thinking?” ask Vania again.

Subrata raised both eyebrows, then laughed. Vania was too curious with all her affairs. At the flick of the nose taper like the corner of the star.

“Hehehe..you always want to know my affairs.”

“Do you mind mas?”

“You are indeed special Vania.”

“Means?”

“When the wives of my friends are busy shopping to Italy, Germany, Singapore, you are busy taking care of me. When they are busy gathering to make an unimportant event, you prefer to pamper yourself at home.”

“No mas. Sometimes I also still gather with them, when Subrata mas is away and not home for a few days.”

Subrata nodded his head. In fact, he travels more often and gathers with his business colleagues.

“You haven't answered my question Mas?”

“The question was? Oh yes,” said Subrata. His face turned serious. “It seems like there is a conspiracy that wants to damage my reputation through Megapolitan.”

“Conspiration?”

“Yes. But that's just my analysis of Vania?”

“Mas guessed who did it?”

Subrata nodded his head.

“Yes. One of the culprits is Pramono.”

“What?”

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