
After his clothes were changed, he felt three servants lift his body and take him to another room in the hotel and give it to him on a soft bed.
So, as Rika was also exhausted, she quickly fell asleep and did not notice when a man entered her room while checking her body.
Devian placed his hand on Rika's forehead and felt that the female's body temperature was normal, so she felt relieved.
But when he pulled his hand he felt a strange feeling that he still wanted to stare at the woman even longer.
But as his phone suddenly shook revealing his assistant calling, the man quickly moved away and picked up his phone.
"How's it?" Devian asked the man across the phone.
"We found out that Miss went to her best friend's apartment together with the boyfriend of her best friend. But in that apartment there was absolutely no Miss Rika, so I thought that Miss Hana and Miss Rika's lover might just be alone there.
"But we couldn't figure out what they were doing because there was no CCTV inside the house and there was only CCTV in the hallway of the apartment." The assistant replied across the phone to Devian frowning, then he turned to the woman asleep in bed.
The man immediately remembered Rika's remark that her lover and best friend betrayed her, which meant that Rika already knew that Hana and Devian were lovers on her back.
'All this time I never interfered in Hana's life because I believed her. But it turns out that what he did was very different from what he always told me.' said Devian who now feels annoyed at Hana but he can not ignore the woman because Hana is her adopted child.
Then, she also can't make Hana part with Rika's lover, because if the two separate then it's possible that Rika will return to the arms of the jerk man.
He's not willing!
That way, Devian left Rika's room while leaving a letter in the room.
Devian then contacted his nephew to ask that they meet at a cafe.
"Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, my dear," Hana was still temporarily under the pressure of a naked man when her phone rang.
"Oh, my dear, come on even faster, my foster father called" Hana told the man on her body because she couldn't ignore the phone, but he also could not ignore the delicious taste given by Aksa.
"Ahh, how dare someone interfere with our moment of togetherness!!!" Aksa's growl accelerated his movements until finally the two men were satisfied and with a gasp Hana grabbed his phone which turned out the call was dead.
"Let it be, at most your foster father just wants to ask you about it." Aksa said while pulling the woman into his arms even though Hana still saw the screen of her phone that had darkened.
While adjusting her breath, Hana presses her cell phone screen to re-contact her foster father when a second call from Devian first enters her phone.
"I have to pick up the phone" said Hana, sitting down and the woman, without trying to cover her innocent body, walked to the bathroom and received the call.
"Yes Dad" Hana told the man across the phone as the woman sat in the closet.
"A little lunch, come to restaurant xx." Devian said then immediately diyakan by Hana because the woman can not wait to get something valuable from her adoptive father.
Because usually if the man suddenly invites her to eat together or whatever it is, then the man usually gives her a gift.
Whether it's fancy jewelry, or clothes from famous brands, or bags, shoes and others, all that makes Hana always amazed.
So he felt like he was the luckiest person to be Devian's adopted son.
In fact, he was just an orphan who was with Rika in the orphanage until adopted and called Rika to be with the woman to enroll in music school.
All of those expenses were incurred by Devian, and he had already made a promise with Rika that Rika would one day replace all the Devian money that the woman had used to go to school.
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