Billionaire Bride
CH-36 Equally Prestigious

Satria parked her bike in front of her porch. In his hands were several newspapers that were rolled up. He sat on one of the chairs on the terrace. Open the newspaper and look for something that is interesting.

Yesterday he saw his brother-in-law hastily picking up a newspaper sheet and stuffed it into his bag. She was curious about what news to take the newspaper sheet that her mother was reading, even though in her brother's office there must be a lot of newspapers. And he only had time now to look for the Newspaper yesterday and buy some Newspapers that he needed that were published today.

The forehead of the satria is furrowed, there is no strange news in the newspapers today. He opened the newspaper yesterday which was taken by Hanna.

Until a few pages ahead there is nothing strange. He took a drink at the table that his servant had just served.

“Actually what is that woman hiding? I really feel suspicious. That woman wasn't my sister's type but my sister married her, which is weird. Pregnant first also not,” muttered Satria, he also closed his newspaper and will be saved on the table, when he saw the News of the Missing. His eyes did not stop blinking when he saw that there was a picture of his sister-in-law there.

He returned to the newspaper and read it.

“Hanna? Her name is Hanna, the same, she's wanted by her family. If anyone finds please contact Cristian. Who's cristian? Her dad?” muttered Satria. He took out his phone and recorded Cristian's number.

“Do I need to contact Cristian? But what if Cristian is a bad guy? Or did Hanna actually have a mental disorder? But he looks normal, even though it seems a bit crazy,” Satria mutter again.

“If Hanna doesn't have a mental disorder, why is her family looking for her? Lets not he's a female villain? A fraud? Who he really is until sought after by such a person. If it is still his family, of course, when his family reception is present, his parents will also exist. Why search through the newspapers? Who is Cristian who made this ad? Very confusing.” Satria turned back the newspaper, his head still full of puzzles. Looks like he has to investigate who his sister-in-law is.

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In Bali…

Damian turned to the ATM lying on the table, then looked at Hanna.

“You sure you will resign and refund your money?” ask Damian.

“Mmm,” Hanna seemed to think again, her eyes glancing at the ATM on the table.

“Alright, it's okay if you want it to, I take my money again,” Damian said his hand will reach for the ATM, but as fast as lightning Hanna took it first.

“Why do you take it again?” ask Damian.

“Not so resign himself.hehhe.”Hanna cengengesan's.

“Say you want the money,” said Damian, guessing.

“Not so, I hugged you not solely for money, but I feel sorry you always had a bad dream, I'm glad to be able to lighten your load,” elak Hanna, reasoned.

“Not because of jealousy?” todong Damian, looked at the woman full of probing.

“Jealous? What jealousy? You're not who I am, why I'm jealous,” elak Hanna again, pout her lips.

“I think you're jealous of Maria,” Damian said. But in his heart he had guessed that the woman must have been jealous of Maria.

“No! Make what jealous!” elak Hanna again.

“The proof is why after knowing Maria is Mario, you didn't resign?” damian asked, trying to tease Hanna.

“That's because after I thought, if I go you'll have another nightmare, I can't bear to leave you,” Hanna replied, trying to convince Damian, I'll never have to, he's a prestige to have to admit he's jealous of Maria let alone that Maria is a man, so shameful, where does she want to be put on her face?

“Alright, you're back to work for me, but remember you can't be friends with any man,” Damian said, walking towards the kitchen.

“It looks like his agreement letter should be revised,” Hanna said as she followed Damian to the kitchen.

“Revision period continues,” grumbled Damian.

“Of course. I object to those terms. You should at least give me the freedom to be friends with anyone,” Hanna said.

“Not with men,” Damian replied firmly. Picking up pouch pockets on the dining table is brought to the kitchen table for execution.

“Hem... But well I won't be in touch with men, but except Arya, yes,” pinta Hanna. Damian stopped the movement of his hand, looking at Hanna.

“No exception to him,” Damian said with a ketus. He doesn't like Arya, the handsome guy looks like Hanna, even they exchange phone numbers all, lest the guy will continue to contact Hanna.

“Can't you see the charm? He's so handsome!” hanna exclaimed, making Damian's face change.

“Basic flirty woman!” grunts, while removing vegetables from the grocery bag.

Hanna pursed her lips, annoyed and disappointed.

“I have to be with you? No wife, no boyfriend. Huh!” grouse Hanna.

“I've offered you so you can consider me a lover,” Damian said, washing the vegetables in running tap water.

“Which can lover he considers. Where is there such a thing? The lover is two people who love each other,” exclaimed Hanna, her body leaned against the table where cutting groceries.

“Ya let's just say we're two people who love each other,” Damian replied casually.

“You are all considered. The rule is that we should not fall in love with each other, or have to be finale,” said Hanna, her eyes watching Damian who keeps the vegetables he has washed into the basin.

“If you fall in love with me, you easily give me 2x the money, you have a lot of money. But what about me? My money will be gone and I will be heartbroken,” Hanna said.

“You think I want to get a finale for falling in love with you? No, you're wrong,” Damian said, picking up a knife, starting to cut the groceries on the table where Hanna was leaning.

“You sure you won't fall in love with me?” ask Hanna.

“You're not my type,” Damian replied lightly, without turning his head, keeping the food ingredients on the table, making Hanna frown.

“Esay don't always look at me when I'm sleeping, you fall in love with me and are heartbroken,” Damian said, as if understanding what Hanna was thinking.

Hanna looked at Damian.

“I won't fall in love with you, period!” hanna exclaimed, determined to be round in her heart, she would close her heart to Damian.

“Good,” Damian said, nodding.

“Because..I started to like Arya!” hanna exclaimed, her smile expanding on her lips.

“What? Aw!” shout Damian. Hanna got shocked and approached him. It turned out Damian's hand was sliced by a knife.

“You why did you slice a knife like this? You're not careful!” moaned Hanna, while looking at Damian's bloody hand.

“There is no medicine box?” ask Hanna.

“There was in one of those grocery bags, I bought P3K equipment,” Damian replied, while walking to the sink, washing his bloody hands with a knife.

Hanna ransacked the grocery bag. He took external medicine for his wounds and plaster.

“Have you washed the wound? Here I treat,” said Hanna, while sitting on a table chair to cut the food that was Elliptical.

Damian sat down in the chair next to Hanna.

“Try me to see the wound,” Hanna pulled Damian's injured hand. He treated it with the outer medicine earlier, then blown it up, waiting for the medicine to dry up a bit. Damian only watched the woman blow her wound. She was very surprised earlier when Hanna said she liked Arya, like she wanted to lose her heart. Does she really like Arya? Why does he feel dislike? Is he feeling jealous? Ah no, Hanna is not her type, not a woman like Hanna whom she imagined would be her lover. An obscure, careless and strange woman.

Hanna bandaged Damian's wound.

“Well done, better now?” hanna asked, looking at Damian.

“Actually what did you think of until it sliced the knife all over?” Hanna asked again.

“Not thinking about anything, maybe I'm distracted because you talk on,” elak Damian.

“Is that so? The feeling I don't talk much, I just talk about that I seem to like Arya,” Hanna said.

Suddenly Damian chokes and coughs, hearing Hanna say she likes Arya.

“You why else?” Hanna immediately took a drink of water and gave it to Damian.

“You are why the hell? Don't don't you don't like me like Arya?” look at Hanna, looking at that pale looking handsome face.

“No, you can like anyone but not the contract period with me,” elak Damian, while keeping the glass on the table.

“So yes. Yes already, anyway I work only one year and after that I will look for the man I like,” replied Hanna.

Damian doesn't talk anymore.

“So how about this cooking? Your hand is hurt,” asked Hanna.

“You're the one who cooks. I told you how, whatever the roof,” Damian replied.

“Alright then. So now I have to do what?” hanna asked, looking at the food ingredients on the table.

“You cut into pieces all the ingredients first,” Damian replied.

Hannapun took a knife and began to execute the food ingredients in front of him according to Damian's direction.

Damian looked at the woman wearing this apron, which appeared to be out of shape. His hair was tied up and slightly disheveled, sweat a lot on his forehead, which was occasionally on a lap with his hands. Looking at Hanna's plump hands, it seemed like she had never cooked. There was no way of cooking that this woman understood.

“You really can't cook?” damian asked, his right hand holding Hanna's right hand teaching her to stir vegetables in the kettle.

“I never cooked,” Hanna replied, glancing a glance at the man standing near her back while holding her hand. Why is his heart beating so irregularly? It was this close to Damian's chest, making him nervous.

“You must be a spoiled slacker woman,” Damian said, but Hanna did not reply, still preoccupied with her vague feelings. Tumben didn't interrupt, Damian thought.

At 7 p.m., the sound of the doorbell ringing.

Hanna opened the door, she was surprised to see who was coming. A very beautiful and sexy woman, not a woman but a beautiful man, is it really a man? Hanna looked at herself. She was just lost to this beautiful man. Is he really a man? Viewed from top to bottom of the guests who came. Her face was beautiful with a dress that formed her sexy body. Don't Damian lie that this woman is a man and actually this woman is a woman. Damian must be lying! Hanna's heart rebelled.

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Curious right? Is that Maria or Mario?

Continue tomorrow…

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Again this is just a light entertainment story, do not take it seriously.

Who has not read “My Secretary” hayu buruan read.season 2(Love Story in London), with the theme and genre are also different.