Cruel Mafia Vs Cool Mafia
Chapter 34 | Day King Darren

“Wah, what a coincidence.”

Sontak Kyra. The look on his face slightly changed looking at the figure in front of him.

Realizing the change in her face, Ilona begins to stand by behind Kyra. The one who just casually chirped was Ayara. You remember him, right?

The organizer of the fashion event that ended the hotel bombing. You know what the cool part is?

Not a single TV station reported the incident! In fact, the hotel bombing that caused hundreds of millions of losses was very astonishing. Kyra guess, anyway, Ayara first acted... or maybe her husband?

“Mrs Ayara? You're in here? Nice to see you again.” Kyra tries to reply in a friendly manner. No way, right, he's exploding for no reason?

Ayara smiled. “Iya, I'm also happy to meet you.”

The officers who saw the two women's behavior were whispering. They talked about the closeness of the owner of international brands and national brands. Think many people, people who dabble in the same world will compete with each other. However, it seems like their perception is wrong.

“Nona Kyra wants to buy make up? I have a good recommendation, you know,” said Ayara acting as if they are very familiar.

Kyra still had the same smile. “My makeup tools are still at home. I want to buy skincare products here.”

“Ah.” Ayara.

“Then, mari.” Kyra codes Ilona to come with her. Both of them went to look at the skincare products sold. Shamelessly, Ayara steps up to follow Kyra wherever she goes.

Luckily, Kyra was still patient. The woman chose not to heed Ayara's existence in the back. After getting a product that is often used, Kyra bought a package of her favorite skincare. In fact, the product that was being promo was he brushed.

Pretty good too, right, get a discount?

Although his face is slim, but still must be guarded, right? To get something maximum, then the effort must also be large.

Want to be beautiful, but not capital? Dreams there.

“Mrs want to go home directly?” asked Ilona as they exited the cosmetic outlet.

“Hm, no. We'll stop by the supermarket for a minute, yeah. I want to buy cake ingredients.”

Ilona nodded obediently. He dared to argue.

“Nona Kyra!”

Knowing who called out to him, Kyra let out a heavy sigh. He put on his best smile, then turned his back. “Ya, Lady Ayara?”

“Ah, no. Do you want to go straight home? What if we eat for a while in the food court there? The food is delicious, you know,” said Ayara.

Kyra kept curling her lips. “Sorry, Mistress. I have other business, so next time just.” He glanced at the paper bag in Ayara's hand. The woman bought a skincare product with the same brand as her. Whether it is usual to wear or follow along, Kyra does not care.

“Oh, so? Wellh.. what a pity, Miss.” Ayara looked at Kyra deeply, meaningfully.

As a mafia, Kyra clearly knew that gaze. The instinct of this two-child woman should not be underestimated. There was a hatred hidden behind Ayara's twinkle in the eye. What reason, that's what Kyra can't know.

“I'm sorry, Mrs Ayara.” After giving a polite nod, Kyra stepped away. Before heading to the supermarket on the first floor of the mall, Kyra first enters the toilet. While Ilona asked to wait outside.

Kyra was washing her hands until Ayara's arrival withdrew her attention. God, does that woman intend to follow him anywhere?

However, come to think of it, it seems that Ayara's goal is to go to the toilet because she wants to have a four-eye talk with him. Just look at Ayara's eyes, sharp and piercing.

“What problems are you with me?” ask Kyra to the point. If so, he doesn't like pleasantries. Better to finish as soon as possible.

Kyra frowned. What are they playing until they take everything? “What do you mean, Mistress?”

“Brand your creation made my brand drown, Damn it! I built a boutique all those years, but you destroyed everything in 3 years!” yelled Ayara with a stifled voice. Kyra guessed, the woman did not want Ilona to enter and caught her intimidating her master.

Kyra smiled slantedly. “Then, this is not my fault. The eyes of the customers alone are very observant until they know which products are of the best quality.”

Ayara growling. His jaws tightened, his hands clenched. “Kau—”

“It looks like you would love to compete with me. It just so happens that the fashion event in Paris is coming soon, exactly three months away. Want to compete there, Mistress?” Kyra reached out her hand.

Ayara screeches. He shook Kyra's hand. “I make sure, my clothes will be much better than you.”

“Don't be too confident. Let the judges decide.”

Ayara turned around leaving the toilet. Kyra, anyway, it's just a prick. He went out and found the anxious looking Ilona.

“Mistress, are you okay? I saw—”

“Do you think I'm that weak that I can't fight that woman?” Kyra folded both her hands. “Take it easy. He's the type of person who fights using his mouth, not his brain. So, come on. I have to buy some cake ingredients.”

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After returning from the mall, Kyra immediately picked up her two children. Six glasses of chocolate-themed Starbucks drinks are in hand. While waiting, Kyra drinks hers. He also forced Ilona to accept his gift.

Elegant Kyra style invites the attention of parents—which are mostly mothers— around. They admire the look and body of Kyra that is very fitting, not excessive and no less. Any man who sees must be straight away. I wanted to say hello, but I didn't dare. Moreover, Ilona has since continued to put a flat look on the side of Kyra, even when drinking her drink.

Seven minutes wait, Emily and Darren out of class—, of course followed by Xania and Olin. The little girl ran over to Kyra. “Mommy has arrived? Uh, what is it?” Emily sparkled at the appetizing cold chocolate liquid.

“Mau?” tawar Kyra wiggled her drink.

“Mau, Mommy!”

Kyra pointed towards Ilona who was carrying another plastic drink. Emily clapped her hands cheerfully. Darren without a word took his share.

“There are still two?” Darren glanced at the other two glasses. Two seconds later, the boy understood after seeing Ilona. He put down his glass and took two glasses that were still intact. “For Sister.” He gave it to Xania and Olin.

“But, Mr. Small—”

“Thank you, keep saying ‘thank you’, what's the trouble, anyway?” sewot Darren doesn't like to have his gifts rejected. “Share it beautiful.”

Xania and Olin fell silent. Then a little slouching. “Thank you for the drink, Little Master, Mistress, Little Miss.”

Kyra commented a smile. Just chill. There was a reason why his subordinates were happy to have an employer like Kyra. That woman's always royal on anyone, okay.

“Oh, yes, this afternoon Darren became king of the day, right?” Suddenly Darren said.

Kyra could only sigh. He hesitates.

“OK. First request, we go to daddy's office now.”

Kyra gawking. “Daddy's office?”

^^^To be continuous...^^^