Forced to marry Mr. Billoners
Cold Drink

His chest rumbled a little, his legs felt a little weak. But he should not be weak at a time like this. Moreover, Damara could not see how many people were behind his body.

“Get your gun!”

Damara threw away the weapon he was holding, trying to sharpen his ears.

There was one person who stepped in to pick up the weapon thrown by Damara.

From the results of Damara's analysis, it looks like Fernandes was escorted by two people. Stupid indeed if Damara gives a definite resistance he will die, but in a hostage like this was not much help. Maybe Fernandes is getting bigger if he's kept quiet.

Damara gave a cue to him, he squatted down quickly. His head looked back he positioned the Desert Eagle Mark XIX in the scruff of his armpits to shoot Fernandes in a pretty lethal section.

Luckily Robert provides a weapon that is powerful enough to paralyze the enemy, in one shot if the bullet is right on the target of his opponent will not be able to wart.

After defeating Fernandes, Damara incapacitated one man who was ready to shoot him. One more person collapsed just like that due to a shot from below.

Damara looked at Robert who pointed his gun to prepare if Fernandes was still fighting. It seemed like Damara's shot glided perfectly Fernandes along with his two bodyguards did not move in the slightest.

Damara ran down the stairs, smiling at Robert. “Thank you,” that heartfelt greeting Damara showed to Robert. If without Robert there might be a part of his body that was shot by Fernandes' bodyguards.

“We're out!”

Damara nodded in agreement, he walked over the human body lying on the floor. He shuddered in horror, moreover he had taken several lives for the first time.

Not far from the building was Robert's car parked perfectly. Just now Robert's hand wanted to open the passenger door for Damara, but Damara instead opened his own door beside the wheel.

“Quick Robert!” damara's orders. He did not want to sit behind in a crucial moment like this, the enemy could come at any time.

Robert circled the car and sat in the steering wheel, he started the engine. The car he was driving started to leave the old building.

“Robert we stop in front!”

It seems Damara is starting to be happy to rule him now. The anxiety appeared as Robert glanced at Damara's pale-looking face. He parked his car in front of the shop.

When the car stopped Damara opened the car door without waiting for Robert. The manic is looking for the toilet. Lucky at the end of the shop that is not far from where there is a toilet.

With a slight haste he entered, and spewed out the contents of his stomach. Her mouth was bitter, Damara wanted to end her nausea but her stomach was not in line with her wishes. His mouth kept pulling out his stomach.

Even now only clear liquid comes out, it seems that the contents of the stomach have been drained. Damara's body collapsed to the floor, lucky there was no one.

Damara regulated his breathing, not usually he vomited without such a cause. Damara remembered something, it seemed like she missed a monthly guest.

Damara was a little excited, especially before going into the toilet he saw the pharmacy. She wanted to buy a pregnancy test kit, with Damara's spirit rising she washed her face before coming out of the toilet.

Damara stopped by to buy a pregnancy test kit and a cold drink, her throat was dry.

Robert waited anxiously for Damara not to return. When his hand pressed the car door he saw Damara walking.

There was relief seeing Damara was fine. Robert frowned as Damara thrust out a bottle of cold drink.

“For you!”

“Thank you.” Robert opened the drink given by Damara, he downed the drink and continued his car.

Robert glanced at the circular clock on his wrist, there was still thirty minutes to arrive at Mark's company.