Forced Relocation of Conglomerate Girls
Chapter 47: Intellectual Radar

Time showed at three in the morning, Robbin stared fixedly at Clay who was fast asleep. He wore pants that were lying on the floor, then covered his wife with a blanket to the neck.

Robbin settles when he comes out of the room, he tries to make a minimum sound. As soon as he reached the last rung of stairs, he walked quickly to the garage, entering his study.

"Hello, Ber, let's change the schedule. I need a new place to stay before I get an extra ticket" said Robbin, while the other finger moved the mouse.

Robbin heard Berry's words across the street, swearing obscurely because the time for fun was messed up.

"Well, I can." Robbin exclaimed, she leaned back until her chair was pushed back. "I'm not sure the original, but please help me trace the identity of the owner of this license plate number...."

Berry sounded excited, so enthusiastic that he threw out who was sleeping next to him. A faint voice of annoyance crept into Robbin's ears. Make him unable to stand it and laugh. "Right be you, Ber. I'm not asking you to hurry, but well, faster is much better."

There was a moment's pause, Robbin heard Berry say before saying, "Okay, Bye." The phone connection is also dead.

A stack of plans wandered around Robbin's head. Ready to use at any time, a bunch of ideas that really make sense. Trapping people out of hiding seems easy. Let's see who this guy is and who paid him.

For Robbin there is no coincidence until more than once, the intellectual radar within him is functioning properly. Whether good or bad, Jeremy's intentions, Robbin should be vigilant.

Robbin plans to return upstairs before Clay realizes his disappearance. He quickly cleaned up the equipment, turning off the electricity connected to the computer. It felt safe to leave the room.

Robbin's steps are stuck in the kitchen doorway. "You're up, are you okay?" Anxiety shrouded the question, it was better to see the smile painted on Clay's lips.

"Yes, hunger is ruining my sleep."

"Nobody's bothering in that part." Robbin glanced at the bottom of Clay's stomach as he approached. Cupping your cheeks and rubbing with your thumb.

Clay's laughter was ready to explode, but was held to death so as not to come out. "Look at yourself, even I can run right now. Brother Robbin, here's something."

"Ah, I'm disappointed." Robbin dramatized, continuing to cover Clay's shoulders with both arms firmly, dipping long at his wife's left temple. "Some friends can paralyze the joints of the couple until sprawled. And, that I can't do, I like to enjoy you slowly. Make it a sweet love story to remember."

"Masa? Ah, still sick in the beginning." Clay raised his head. Looking for her husband's tanned iris. "After that, absolutely amazing. I want to repeat it again."

"Repeating, yes." Smile coloring Robbin's words. "I think we need extra energy."

Clay looked unwilling Robbin loosened the grip. The big thumb and forefinger were pinching the spoiled tip of his nose.

"What do you want to eat?" ask Robbin later.

"Omlet it."

"Prepare while I prepare the food. We're gonna get out of here."

Clay was stunned for a moment. "Come home?"

"Never, just move places and tomorrow we fly somewhere" Robbin explained, without suspending work.

The next ten minutes Clay was sitting sweetly in the kitchen chair, he stood on his arm, admiring Robbin's movements while mastering the cookware.

"Need help?"

"So far no" Robbin said from shoulder to shoulder.

"Maybe wipe away sweat."

"No, Honey. Uh, yeah, but that sounds romantic." Robbin placed the omlet on the table, quietly observing Clay's red-coloured tapered cheeks. "You want some juice?"

"Just be sure." Clay took it himself in the fridge. "Son Robbin wants what juice, let me make it."

"No, thank you."

Hearing Robbin's subtle rejection, Clay pursed his lips. "Promise, I won't blow up the kitchen."

"Ha-ha-ha, I believe that." The great events of Clay ravaging the kitchen. It did not affect her passion to be a true wife. Day by day the ability of the woman is growing rapidly. "However, it is an honor to serve His Majesty." Robbin twitched his eyes.

"Heemm, yummy." Clay's round eyes closed until his petals shriveled, a form of appreciation for the husband's veiled ability. "It's amazing."

Robbin clucked at Clay's praise. Both of them enjoyed eating in silence, drifting in each other's minds.

"Take your food, I have to pack things" said Robbin, the plate was empty.

"It's all, really." Of course Clay has put their stuff in, not much anyway.

"I'll check it."

"Sister Robbin doesn't believe me?" sulking Clay. He stabbed a piece of omlet.

Robbin throws lips. "Good, if that's what I'm throwing out the trash first." As he stepped, he reached into the pocket of his pants. Touching a row of lifts on the lighted screen.

Connected calls. "I need someone to move some stuff." Short, clear and solid.

After taking out the trash, Robbin went into the basement. Pack his combat device carefully. In addition, slip the gun to the waist when at any time needed, do not forget to install a dagger on the ankle.

His phone rang, Berry's name on the screen. "Yes, how, can you?"

"Loved car?" Robbin rubbed a rough face. "Yes, I suspect someone. About my wife, she met the same person by chance until, well, about three times."

Robbin gave Berry space to talk, waiting for his turn. "Thank you, I can continue. Oiya got her place?"

"Okay, let's get to the front." Robbin wants to turn off the phone, but not deliver. "Quickly right, wait a moment."