Hidden Rich Man's
The Part 115
“Say, whatever you get for a few months monitoring and investigating my son,” Davis orders with his serious face.
Louis handed him the brown envelope he had brought. “Please, Sir, open it and see all my work.”
“You as you explain,” Davis said, his eyes continue to observe one photo print after another.
Louis began to tell Davis everything. The sixty-year-old man listened carefully. “Three of Tuan's children and two of their cousins also came to Indonesia to meet with Mr. Danesh,”.
“Let it go, they might miss Danesh. Their lives are always together and never apart, their inner bond is strong,” Danesh responded.
As there was no question about the photos, Louis took his iPad and played a CCTV recording of the Wilson family's mansion which he illegally took. “Please watch it, Sir. This is CCTV footage during Mr. Danesh's stay at his father-in-law's house.” He dropped his iPad on Davis.
Davis's hand held a flat object but sailed wide. He watched closely with his hand that was gripping the object tightly. His eyes were heating up because of his sudden emotions. “Say!”
“As I said last time, Mr. Danesh is disliked by his wife's family. Mr. Danesh was made a servant in their home before finally getting out of there and starting an independent life with his wife. Mr. Danesh was treated like an animal by his wife's twin sister. And worst of all, his in-laws and brother-in-law had a malicious intent to kill Mr. Danesh by poisoning him with cyanide coffee. Luckily Mr. Danesh did not drink the poison because his wife's cat saved Mr. Danesh,” reports Louis detailing everything he investigated.
“What?!”
It was not Davis's cry that was shocked to hear Louis' report. But it was the voice of Diora who had just come out of the room using her kimono because she was waiting for her husband who never returned. And the woman overheard everything Louis said.
With her hasty steps, Diora approached her husband and immediately grabbed the iPad held by Davis. He saw all the footage of the events experienced by his son who he gave punishment.
Her tears are pouring down. “Danesh .. forgive Mommy.” He felt guilty about what happened to his son, even he almost lost his son's life.
Diora's chest felt tight, she held onto that part of her body. But the result of his shock and also his immense guilt and mixed into one, made him unconscious.
“My Wife ..!” yelled Davis. Fortunately, he quickly caught his wife's body, so it did not fall to the floor.
“Prepare car, we to hospital now!” the word of Davis who panicked had reached the crown. He did not want his wife to experience anything bad.
Louis ran immediately down to the basement and prepared the four-wheeled vehicle his boss had requested.
While Davis walked in a hurry with both hands carrying his wife. He got into the car and laid Diora's body with his thighs used as his pads. “I beg you, don't leave me. I'm not ready.” His worry is really unbearable. His immense love made him unable to lose his wife.
“Master, please wait outside.” The doctor who was about to deal with Diora gave an order to Davis whose face was very pale in fear.
Davis according. He did not want to fuss in the hospital and impose his ego, despite wanting to be next to his wife.
Davis's burly hand grabbed his phone that was in his pocket. He should inform his children. At a time like this, the support of his entire family was urgently needed.
“Halo? Dariush,” greet Davis.
“Ya, Dad?” sahut Dariush who was cool sitting relaxed in the mansion.
“Ke Japan right now, Mommy you're in the hospital. He was suddenly unconscious.” A worried tone clearly came out of Davis' mouth.
“What?!” Dariush who was in Finland was surprised to hear that.
“Tno need to ask questions. Hurry up to Japan right now. And pick up Danesh and his wife in Indonesia,”, Davis said firmly. He immediately disconnected his phone call and again restlessly waiting in front of the ER.
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...Eaa .. jeng .. jeng .. jeng .. jeng ... ...
...hehehehe *bad laugh*...
...We mengingan coffee together in the flower garden, gausah mikirin them....
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...While waiting for the babang bule we up, read my work also yuk. Who knows, you like it too....