Forced to marry Mr. Billoners
Burns
Bugh! Jerricco gives a punch
on the man's face, he fell to the floor.
“That's my business!”
jerricco. Jerricco stomped on Robert's chest using his feet.
“Lord, Damara entitled
happy!” Robert had planned to take Damara to Jerricco's enemies.
Jerricco directed
his gun was on Robert's head. “Beched!”
_-Flasback-_
The sound of knocking on
the door of his room made Robert focus distracted, he checked the CCTV turned out
Damara knocked on the door of the room.
“Log in!”
The first thing that
Robert saw was Damara's sweet face that looked happy. “What's Miss?” ask Robert about Damara
sit in the chair in front of him.
Robert noticed
Damara keeps a pink lunchbox on her desk.
“Lunch for you.”
Robert's forehead shriveled
while staring flatly at Damara's face. “What base did Miss feed me
noon?”
“Features
my success in shooting practice,” Damara replied.
Robert pushed
the lunchbox was in front of Damara, “No need, I could have lunch in
outside.”
Damara's happy face
turning sinister, his eyes looked at Robert sharply. “I don't accept
rejection! … It's a thank you for helping me
practice.”
Robert is still
putting on his flat face that made Damara upset, he already bothered making
lunch for Arvan and Robert but Robert refused.
“Ya already if
don't want to throw it in the trash!” Damara got up from his seat he walked
with the bag he was holding and out of Robert's room.
Look at the back
Damara who disappeared behind the door, now Robert's bead staring at the lunchbox
the pink color Damara gave her. For the first time Robert got a speech
thank you with a lunch box
daylight.
Smile on his lips
his hair when he saw the white mounds as well as the fried fish and some
vegetables that are stir-fried.
“What food is this?”
Robert took
spoon and try it, “Mmmm, pretty good it turns out.” Unknowingly Robert
finishing food. He looked at the lunchbox, Robert felt
he had to find an Indonesian wife who was smart to cook like Damara.
Robert continued
his job, while occasionally glancing at the lunchbox Damara gave him. The phone in his room rang,
his hand pressed a button to receive the call.
“Iya Lord.”
“My room!”
“Good Lord.”
Robert walked
out of his room to Jerricco's room next to his.
He knocked on Jerricco's door and walked in and sat down in front of Jerricco.
“There's nothing I can
help Lord?” ask Robert. He noticed the file that displayed the face
woman with burns on her face.
“How much
my loss if we fight them for Damara?”
“Despite
one year ago the son of the woman was crowned as a man
the richest in the world, I believe his wealth is still at 80% when compared
with the wealth of the Lord family .. they could do anything to get his wish.
Perhaps a God would be able to defeat them but 50% of a God's wealth could
just lost it to recover what they did.”
“Five
thirty percent?”
Robert
nodding in response to Jerricco's question.
“How
with family from birth mother Damara?”
“From
the observations I made they wanted a treasure Lord like Mark, only
they are stronger. Their families love to do very sneaky things, though,
even more cunning than Mark and Fernandes .
Damara married the richest man before Lord.”
“Putra
from the woman whose face has burns?”
“Iya,
it's just that the woman didn't let Mark tease her son.”