BRAVE LOVE'S
I HATE YOU GUYS!
Axton woke up at 10 a.m. He was still lying on his bed and staring up at the sky. He stayed in a hotel room right next to the hotel room occupied by Jeanette.
He took the phone from the top of the nightstand and contacted his men.
"How, Four?"
"They're in the hospital."
"Don't let go of your surveillance and give me all the photos of his activities" Axton said.
"Good, Sir." Four slightly grunted roughly. He just got a photo that he made sure would make the head of his boss explode due to heat. Never once did Axton ask anyone to keep an eye on a woman and Four was convinced that this woman was special to an Axton.
Axton opens the photo sent by Four. His eyes instantly sharpened as he saw who was approaching Jeanette.
"Does he expect to return to Jeanette after her divorce? Don't hope! I'll never let that happen" Axton murmured.
He immediately went into the bathroom and cleaned himself up. Fortunately, he asked Four to keep an eye on Jeanette and Alex, otherwise he could be helped.
*****
The bored Jesslyn inside the house, finally came out. However, he did not see the whereabouts of his car at all.
The family's driver, Bob, who had just returned home after driving his boss to the Archer Company was immediately targeted by Jesslyn's anger.
"Uncle! Where's my car?!" scream Jesslyn.
"Miss' car was sold by Mr. Marcello" replied Uncle Bob.
"What?! Sold? Why would Dad sell it? That's mine!" jesslyn shouted while stomping her feet in annoyance.
"Uncle! Quickly take me to the company. I'm going to see Dad!" jesslyn orders with a face full of anger.
Uncle Bob took the key and got into the car. He couldn't refuse orders from this young lady either.
"From yesterday I didn't see Dad, where did I go? Does Dad continue to be in the hospital?" ask Jesslyn.
"Mr Marcello stayed overnight at the hospital, miss. Last morning I just came home for a little while and went to the hospital again with Miss Jean" Uncle Bob said.
"Sister Jean?!"
"Yes, Miss. Yesterday I accompanied you to pick up Miss Jean at the airport. He came here with his son, very handsome," said Uncle Bob.
He returned? The son? Has she remarried? - inner Jesslyn. He can't let anything happen back between Hansen and Jeanette.
"Son?" Jesslyn tries to extract information from her famous family driver too honestly and innocently, despite her age already entering middle age.
"Yes, Miss. She may be the same age as Miss Joanna. He's also very handsome" Uncle Bob keeps praising Jeanette's son and Jesslyn doesn't like that.
Jesslyn's mind now began to look up, is it the child of Hansen's marriage to Jeanette? Did Hansen lie to him that he never touched Jeanette?
Arriving at the Archer Company, Jesslyn immediately entered the lobby and pressed the elevator button. Jesslyn had long been considered arrogant by the employees of Archer Company.
Brakkkk
Without knocking on the door, Jesslyn opened it and walked into Dad Marcello's study.
"Dad! Why is my car sold?!" scream Jesslyn.
At that time, in the middle room there was a small meeting between Dad Marcello and clients from the next city who would work together on their latest project.
It just so happened that Dad Marcello's secretary and assistant were inside so no one would know or tell Jesslyn's arrival.
The meeting was also halted due to Jesslyn's arrival. Dad Marcello apologized and promised to return soon to complete the meeting. But before that he had to take care of his daughter first.
Dad Marcello walked out of the room by pulling Jesslyn. He asked his personal assistant and secretary to accompany his client first.
Dad Marcello takes Jesslyn to his personal assistant's room. There is also made soundproof so that their conversation will not be heard out.
"Dad! My car!"
"Dad sold it."
"sold it? Dad should have told me first. I need my car, Dad!" jesslyn yelled inadmissibly.
"For what? For you to use having fun with your friends at the club? Are you still not aware that you are already a wife and also a mother?"
"I'm getting a divorce! I'm fed up with Hansen wishing I was begging him to maintain this relationship."
"So you don't want to fix your marriage at all?" tanyq Dad Marcello's.
"Dad don't switch the conversation! We were talking about my car. I know Dad sold my car to pay for Jean and her bastard son, right?!"
"Jesslyn's! Watch your mouth" said Dad Marcello.
"I know Dad picked her up yesterday. I also know Dad took her to a luxury hotel. It's all paid for using the money from the sale of my car, right?!" Jesslyn.
"What?! Dad wants to defend her again? Dad always defended her. Dad loved Jean more than me. Don't I also adoptive child?!" now Jesslyn's talking is getting worse where she's going.
"Jesslyn's! Dad sells your car because you wear it just for fun, throwing money away. Dad's company is currently having problems and this client will be a paving way for the continuity of our company. But you almost screwed it up! You can ask Uncle Bob to drive you from now on."
"I don't care! I want my car! You're evil!! You guys keep curbing me! You fucknn!! You better just die!!" scream Jesslyn.
Plakkk
The breath of Dad Marcello. Jesslyn's heart hurt her so much. The daughter he defended, even to the point of hurting Jeanette, instead swore her to death.
"I hate you!!" jesslyn yelled again and walked out of the room holding her cheek.
Dad Marcello saw the palm that had just hit his daughter. Until Jesslyn was this big, this was her first time hitting. However, he did so because Jesslyn had gone too far.
*****
ting nong's
The door to the hotel room occupied by Jeanette and Alex rang. A bored Alex steps toward the door, while Jeanette is in the bathroom.
"Hello, Boy!" greet Axton, making a smile on Alex's face.
"Daddy!" Alex immediately asked Axton to hold him.
"Where's Mommy?"
"Mommy's in the bathroom" Alex replied as he touched Axton's jaw, which was slightly overgrown with fur.
"You miss Daddy, Boy?"
Alex immediately kissed Axton's face with a tube to answer Axton's question, making Axton laugh. Jeanette, who had just come out of the bathroom, noticed Axton's presence there.
What is he doing here? - inner Jeanette.
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