Forced Relocation of Conglomerate Girls
Chapter 60: Hearing That Soft Voice Again

Fresh air rose on Tuesday morning, the front garden of the house looked bright green because rain often fell in November. Clay stood by the window hugging his own body. He daydreams a lot lately, trying to resist the wave of worry he never met Robbin again.

From a distance of five meters, a man of European blood noticed, Clay looks sweet and fashionable at the same time in a plain yellow ivory dress with the arms attached to the elbow. The soft channel skirt sticks to the body and expands from the waist to the knees. Flat heel footwear worn shows well-groomed fingers without nail polish. High-tiered, loose-fitting volume hair flaunts an amazing tie-in neck.

The woman seemed to realize she was being watched, so turned around to make sure. "Hey, Jeremy."

"I'm not bothering you, am I?"

"Of course not, is there something? Getting bored?" reflecting Clay as he approached, his resplendent calm steps could tear down any man's defenses.

Jeremy tried to focus, throwing all erotic thoughts in the head. "Sadly there is no reason that leads to both."

"Ah, I have no friends," Clay concluded, putting up an unarticulated mimic. "I miss Robbin, if I get a little bit of leeway, it would be nice to meet him. He must be worried about my condition there."

Although feeling disappointed is not justified in his case, Jeremy pretends to accept the expression of the Asian woman with pleasure. When he gets close to Clay, he almost dies tormented for struggling with the desire to have him.

"Sorry." A low-pitched request was ejected smoothly from Jeremy's lips. "I should have asked for permission or contacted him before taking you, but I don't have that power. The only job I've received is to be your guard."

Clay's face was even more moody when he heard Jeremy's words. "It's not your fault, long ago, I used to be imprisoned." He laughed at the end of the sentence. "I thought after marriage could be free to do everything— unsupervised."

Clay's simple desire to disturb Jeremy's feelings, it is not easy to be the only child of a respected person. Various possibilities can happen, business competition can also trigger crime.

Clay's gaze drifted far away, he looked even more fragile after experiencing many incidents. However, the woman insisted on being fine, able to review her smile without awkward—as if her life was completely safe.

"Oh, yes, you have a lover? Didn't he look for you here?" clay asked suddenly, making Jeremy's wide eyes widen. "I'm sorry, I'm not the kind of person who thinks before asking or saying something."

"Ha-ha-ha, no problem. And, I don't have an official lover," I'm Jeremy, justifying the woman's assessment of him. "I mean, just one time skipping a date one night."

"Ah, no wonder. That's kind of normal there, isn't it?" Clay's round eyes narrowed. "But, I hope someday you find a once in a lifetime woman to spend old age with. That's much more calming."

"Hopefully."

"Jer?"

"Heem," said Jeremy.

"Why are you doing this, keeping me away from my family?" ask Clay, impulsive.

And, the question reminded Jeremy of something, he forgot he had promised to pay off all his debts once he got the money. "Clay, I—"

One of the housekeepers approached the two and told the owner that he was waiting for Jeremy in the study.

Without continuing Jeremy left just like that, leaving Clay's gaze filled with question marks. He must finish this one business before his grandmother is bullied by the two thug-flavored friends.

Jeremy walked down the second-floor corridor, then down the stairs to the study. Before entering he knocked on the door as a form of politeness.

"Please!" A loud voice sounded.

Inside were two people—a middle-aged man and a young man of his age. Although not of the same race, Jeremy felt an aura of leadership dominating the middle-aged man's attitude. He sat down after being invited.

"From the beginning I was glad you helped, but also couldn't let you stay here. And, as he says." Without further ado opening the chat, the middle-aged man pointed at the young man before him with an open palm. "I'm not allowed to give you any credit. He said it was his business."

"You?" Robbin's deep eyes darkened, he grabbed Jeremy's shirt collar until the man fell to the floor. Turns out luck sided with him—after searching all corners of the land—dia found the person sought.

"Robbin stop!"

"No will! Goddamn bum! Where are you hiding my wife?" furious Robbin, he was ready to throw a fist into the face of the man under his pressure.

"Damn it, let him go!" repeat Young man who is none other than Hanes pulled Robbin with difficulty. "He's my friend."

Robbin's anger had not evaporated, but she could hear Hanes' words clearly. "Oh, so, the mastermind behind the events during this time is you, Han?" he shouted, releasing Jeremy. He now stood up to challenge Hanes.

"What mastermind?"

"Don't pretend to be stupid! You planned the commotion so you could take Clay, right? Now tell me where you hid it?" hardik Robbins.

Hanes grunting. "Get rid of that narrow mind of yours! I can't use dirty methods."

"really?" The corner of Robbin's lips raised sideways, completely distrusting Hanes' words.

Hanes was silent for two seconds before chiming in, "Look, as long as I can't keep an eye on Clay, I asked Jeremy to keep an eye on him. Until here get it? He's too valuable to be left unattended, " Hanes said.

Along with the commotion, Clay was unmoved in the doorway. He stared at the wide back of the man who had longed for. "Sister Robbin," he whispered as if he could not believe what was before his eyes. Warm rolls of tears began to flood the cheeks.

Robbin's hunting breath gradually softened and calmed down, trying to sharpen his sense of hearing.

There he was, himself hearing that soft voice again.

A hoarse voice capable of ravaging his sentimental soul, the discordant sound of the heart-breaker.

The sound of water pulling from the nose, sedu sedan heartbreaking ...

No, Robbin hates tears streaming down his cheeks.

Between joy and disbelief, Robbin and Clay are both stunned. Until a low and straightforward voice boomed like a reigning lightning.

"Clay back to the room now!"

"No way, Dad, how tormented am I to be away from Brother Robbin." Clay refused his father's orders outright, then sprinkled into the husband's embrace.

Albert gave a cold look. "It's a man's business, Daddy promises to call you when you're done."

As the saying goes, a fruit never falls far from its tree unless it enters a river and is carried away by the current. A little, besides paras—ambarai was the same as his parents. Clay wiped the tears with the tip of the right palm while the left hand was on the husband's back, trying to be firm. "Where Brother Robbin is, there must be me!"

"As long as he takes full responsibility for your safety." Without moving from his seat Albert said, "He failed to be a reliable husband. Don't think Daddy didn't know what happened to you during Robbin's stay in London."

Robbin was surprised, but managed to master his expression to stay calm. He felt Clay's fingers pinching his shirt around his back.

"Hanes told me everything, from the beginning he deserved to be your husband. Not Robbin, she was indeed reliable when given the responsibility of being your bodyguard, but as a husband, she obviously failed. Think about it, what happens if Hanes doesn't send Jeremy to watch over you?" albert's light was long with a question.

"Dad, it's not like that" Clay complained and realized Robbin's embrace was loosening.