His Purpose
144. Rentwines

"What are you looking for me for?" Rayan sat on the bar beside Gibran.

This was the second time they met in the wine room. Although Gibran was surprised, Rayan was not so strong to drink alcohol, but the man collected a shelf full of bottles of drinks.

Gibran sipped the vodka in his glass slowly, secretly Rayan snorted because Gibran drank without his permission. She's really an unethical daughter-in-law.

"I've helped your company on one condition, haven't I?"

Rayan turned her head, waiting for the words from Gibran.

"I want to take that condition now" he said, staring at Rayan. "Acquisition of Adiwiguna company. That's my condition."

"What?"

"We both benefit. I took down my opponent, and you got an expansion of power. Am I right?"

"I don't like dirty ways like you" Rayan refused.

"Yes or no? Or am I taking Maria back out of your reach?" threaten Gibran with a grin.

Rayan's jaw is hardened. "She's my daughter! I'm the one who's more entitled to her life, not you!"

Gibran sniffed to sip back the contents of his glass. "Since you let her marry me, Mary's life has been entirely mine."

"Devil motherfucker," said Rayan. He could not believe it because he thought Gibran had turned a little soft. It was just a mask for Mary.

"And this demon is your son-in-law" Gibran said. "I have, there is no one richer than me for Mary. I can fulfill all his wishes. And soon ... I will build the palace of dreams that he hoped for as a teenager."

Rayan grunting. Gibran is a montser ready to destroy anyone. "Don't get me involved in your family's problems."

He knew exactly what Gibran was planning was one of his goals in bringing down Willis. While Rayan refused to intersect with the mafia family. Once his daughter is devastated, he does not want to add to his misfortune by joining Gibran.

"You scared?" taunting Gibran.

"Not afraid, just trying to protect what I have." Rayan took a glass and started filling it with alcohol.

"Protect what you have?" Gibran grunting. "You don't even realize your company's almost out of business because of them."

Rayan looked quickly. So, the foreign company that deceived him belonged to Willis?

Seeing the shock, the corner of Gibran's lips twitched slightly before sipping back his vodka.

"Don't be too much, I don't want to carry you for the second time" Gibran said.

Again, Rayan looked quickly. "You ...?"

Gibran glanced at him. Without being told, Rayan would understand. He snorted to keep his glass which is now only the rest of the ice cubes, then moved to slip his hand in his pocket. Without a word he came out leaving Rayan who is now busy cursing herself.

"Damn, shame. I could be drunk in front of him" he sighed.

Nick has just sent Gibran information that Ginanjar is one of the few Willis slaves in Indonesia. Politicians who are also a businessman often run the dirty orders of Sandra and David Willis.

And again, the work accident on Gibran's developer project was also one of their small acts. Now that Gibran understood why he happened to meet Ginanjar in the hospital, the man must have been about to meet the victim, then pressured him to make the demands that would bring down his company.

He thought such a trivial thing could destroy Gibran. Gibran will make sure not his self is destroyed, but Ginanjar himself who has acted foolishly to harass him.

***

Maria blinked looking at the painting she had just opened. Right, the thing that the courier delivered earlier was a painting. But ... "This .. me?"

Soon the door behind him opened. Gibran entered and immediately found Maria staring at the edge of the bed.

"Koko .. since when? This ...?" Maria doesn't know what to say. How could Gibran have someone paint his sleeping self?

Yes, it was a picture where Mary was snuggling asleep on the sofa. His protruding stomach was very clear there. Did Gibran secretly put someone else in this room, then have him paint, did he?

Gibran walked over, then hugged Mary from behind. He followed the beautiful portrait while slightly shaking their bodies.

"Good, right? Sorry, I took your picture without permission. You're so pretty, I can't stand to not immortalize it."

Maria looked. "Oh ... So Koko took a picture of me? Didn't you have people painting directly?"

"Oh." Maria scowled while stomping softly. Why didn't he think it got there?

"You likey?"

"Like it, but where does this go?"

"Yes .. for a while in your room. Later if it's time I'll keep it in our house."

"I mean Koko's mansion?"

Gibran did not reply, only looking at Mary meaningfully and then removing her embrace.

"Want to have dinner outside? All walks. You must be home."

"For the hell, but did Koko not see the condition of my hand how?" Maria whimpers. "Eating outside will only embarrass me. Should I eat with my left hand? Then something falls to the floor."

Gibran chuckles. "Of course I'll bribe you, Plum."

Maria is getting worse. "I'm ashamed of it."

Sighing softly, Gibran gave up and commented on the warm smile. "Well, what do you want?"

"We eat at home. Besides Papa's father, when we go while Papa eats alone here?"

"How about we barbecue?" mary continued to exclaim.

"Barbeque?"

"Huum. Must be a threesome in the back garden!"

Gibran ruffled his waist while scratching his forehead. "Third?" tanyanya.

"Yes." Yeah."

"Why not just 10?" muttered Gibran grumbling.

"What did koko say?"

"Nothing."

"Yes, we've had three meals, right?"

Gibran had to smile and nod. "Hm."

Maria cheered happily until she didn't realize her hand was shaking until she grimaced. Maria threw a grin as Gibran sneered glaring at her.

"Hehe, I didn't mean it."

"Yee ... arson ..."

"Take Nick and Laura. Oh, Jill and Dean too!"

Gibran turned his eyes. Why not just take Maria to dinner? Whereas Gibran wants dinner together, romantic. But different from her expectations Maria even wanted to eat a lot.

Damnit.

"I'll have Laura prepare everything."

"About what's good, huh?"

"Meats, sausages, meatballs, umm ..." Maria touched her chin thinking. "It looks like fish can do it too."

"Do you have a recommendation?"

Gibran reluctantly replied. "Whatever." He touched the neck that suddenly felt sore. "I take a shower first" he said walking to the bathroom.

Mary who was insensitive to Gibran's mood completely ignored the man, making Gibran who had closed the door to the container snort.

"Know this I'll keep you locked up in the mansion until our house in Switzerland can be occupied."