Daddy My Son's
40. Type S-S-S

Virranda parked his new sports car right in the yard of his parents' mansion. Virranda's father doesn't usually sit in a garden seat near the porch, accompanied by his mother and her cute Verrel. Virranda was prepared when her father protested, angry, and so on.

"Mommy! Mommy's home with Verrel's new car!" the boy got off his chair and ran over in Virranda's arms.

Lirasa smiled.Happy to see the joy of her grandson that afternoon, in contrast to Mr. Loenhard who only looked with a flat look.

"Heum, clever boy," Virranda held her son and kissed the two cheeks of her adorable son's kingpin so many times that Verrel laughed with delight.

"Kok Verrel knows that Mommy's coming home to get Verrel's new car?" Virranda stepped up her legs while carrying Verrel in her cradle near her parents who were watching the interaction between her and her son.

"Daddy told Verrel at school this afternoon Mommy. Said Verrel can't cry at Daddy's, Daddy later give me a new car gift for Verrel to leave and go home from school," he chirped cheerfully. Virranda sat herself in a chair opposite her parents, and her son sat in her lap.

"It turns out that the cafe singer can also buy a car that expensive," said Mr. Loenhard, hearing the chatter of his daughter and granddaughter.

"Pa-pi, the talking is not really pleasant to hear," Lirasa reprimanded to her husband with her face bent.

"Who's the cafe singer?" verrel asked innocently, staring questioningly at the grandfather.

"The Dad-dy you're proud of! Who else?" ketus lord Loenhard stared a little sharply at Verrel. Hearing the boy's question, his heart was bubbling and upset, regretting himself to Joe who thought he was his grandson's biological father.

Instead of being afraid, Verrel even stared back at his grandfather, "Why did gray grandfather not like his Daddy Verrel?! Daddy's not bad. Daddy Verrel was a great pilot." he asked.

"Who said your Daddy wasn't evil? Your dad took your Mommy, his only grandfather's daughter," he said to his grandson Verrel.

"Bapy! It's already! Time quarreled with her own granddaughter," reprimanded Lirasa again feeling uneasy at her husband.

"Verrel, it can't be like that, Grandpa. Must be hornat on the elderly. Remind? Verrel was taught by the Father and Mother to respect all parents including Verrel's grandfather" Virranda advised her son.

"But Grandpa doesn't respect Daddy Verrel Mom?" verrel tried to protest.

"Whatever the reason, you still have to respect your parents, baby. Daddy told Verrel that too, didn't he?" virranda reminded her son.

"Heum" Verrel nodded in agreement, whatever the Daddy mentor taught him, he was always right.

"I'm sorry Verrel Grandpa was gray" Verrel said as he climbed down from his mother's lap and kissed her grandfather's back.

Receiving Verrel's sweet treatment, Mr. Loenhard's heart was touched, but he was always upset to remember that his granddaughter who was born by his daughter was the son of Joe, a man who was not equal to his family.

"Smart boy," Virranda gently rubbed Verrel's hairbrush, after her son regained his lap.

"Verrel, play with Aunt Arin there? Mommy wants to have a chat with Grandpa and Grandma" pointed Virranda at Aunt Arin and some housekeepers who were arranging and watering the plants.

"Well Mommy," Verrel came back down from Virranda's lap, not forgetting to kiss her grandparents' backs, and ran small to aunts who were doing their afternoon chores.

"Baby, Mami. The day after tomorrow, Verrel and I will attend the groundbreaking of the house Joe will build. If you don't mind, Papi and Mami can come with us" Virranda said.

"But stop underestimating Joe. Mami understood that Papi Belun could accept Joe to be Papi's son-in-law, but Joe's position is now the husband of our daughter, the price of Pi's feelings," Lirasa again reprimanded without getting bored of her husband.

"Mami will come with you and Verrel the day after tomorrow. Mami also wants to see where you choose your housing location," Lirasa told Virranda, commenting on her maternal smile.

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Ting! The keg!

Open elevator. Vienna was flabbergasted when he saw who was in front of the elevator. He immediately shifted aside, making room for Ferdinand who entered an elevator with him.

Lately, Vienna has seen Ferdinand often visit the company where he works, because their company and Ferdinand's company have established cooperation in recent months.

The flat and cold aura of the director of Iron Wood made Vienna not dare to move from his position to stand, his eyes did not blink staring at the number on the elevator button that felt slow towards the number seven since earlier. Plus in the elevator it was just him and Ferdinand there.

Ting! The keg!

The feeling of Vienna was a little relieved, as soon as the number seven was already listed and the door began to open. He was ready to get out as soon as the elevator door opened wide.

A tit! A tit! A tit!

Ferdinand's finger deftly pressed the close button and locked the elevator.

"Sorry Mr. Ferdinand, I've reached the destination. Excuse me for coming out" said Vienna respectfully, not daring to stare at the glare of the eyes that were staring at him sharply.

"I have business with you," came the typical voice of the man's baritone, giving Vienna instant goosebumps. The level of position of a regular employee, as a financial secretary like himself, has never had a working relationship with a director of the company owner.

"The answer honestly. Otherwise, I can make you suffer, as well as that sickly father, your mother, as well as your two younger siblings who are still in school wearing that gray white shirt," Ferdinand threatened flatly.

Vienna was stunned, he held several employee payroll files in his arms tightly while leaning his back against the elevator wall behind him. Hearing the man's words, Vienna's guts shrunk. After the restaurant meeting the other day, Vienna did feel something was wrong.

"Tell me, why would you sell your best friend? Heum?" Ferdinand approached Vienna with only a few inches of distance.

"I'm sorry, I don't understand what you mean, sir" said Vienna in fear.

"alright. I will be clear. What's your reason for selling Virranda Laura? The daughter of Mr. Loehanrd, the owner of the company you are now working for, to a pimp," Ferdinand pressed with a cold look.

"Sorry sir, I have never done such a lowly thing," said Vienna with a pale face.

"Not yet to confess? I'm not a man who can be gentle with an evil-hearted woman like you!" Heartless, Ferdinand grabbed Vienna's hair and pulled it rough down until the woman's face looked up.

Seriate...👉