His Purpose
163. A Danger's

All eyes looked towards the entrance of the ballroom as soon as Gibran and Maria appeared there.

Mary stood nervously embracing Gibran's arm. The man immediately rubbed the back of his hand gently, to calm down.

Maria looked up, Gibran sent a small smile at her. All right, Maria just had to stand next to the man, get acquainted with the colleagues, then eat.

Understandably, since pregnant Maria can not be far from food. His mouth felt like chewing.

"Silent. You don't have to chat, just answer if anyone asks. But if at least the question is burdensome, you can just keep quiet. I'm not demanding anything, Plum."

Maria nodded in understanding. At least the Maria title is quite to be proud of. Although not a career woman, she graduated college with good grades. One more thing, he comes from a distinguished family just like Gibran. No one should embarrass him.

Gibran took him to the center of the room. A number of colleagues and employees immediately approached to give greetings. Maria simply nodded with a smile, or greeted back with a short sentence like 'good night' replying to them.

"How many months, Mom?" ask one of the women Maria knows a division manager.

Mary smiled rubbing her stomach. "Eight."

"Well, another month of giving birth."

"Hehe, yes," chortled Mary pleased.

Gibran smiled faintly at Maria who seemed to have begun to feel comfortable. He briefly kissed the wife's temple which unwittingly caused the envy of some women.

It is natural considering Gibran is one of their role models as a prospective husband. Outside of Gibran's apathy which was considered too cruel, the man kept his own charm in terms of physical.

The emergence of Gibran as a businessman in the country is quite stirring the business world. Its rapid development succeeded in catapulting the name Gibran which was previously known internationally.

"The wife is so pretty. The son of the sultan. Fits, anyway. They're mismatched. Especially since Mr. Gibran his hands do not want to come off."

"Yes, it's been beautiful from birth anyway. It looks different."

"Huum."

The conversation began when Mary and Gibran had left them. The two looked elegantly greeting the upper class guests there.

"Eh, but do you know? He said before this Miss Mary was his future wife, Mr. Gabriel."

"Gabriel Wiranata's? The owner of the WiEl Group who was rumored to be missing?"

"Not lost, she ran away on the wedding day." The words were spoken in a whisper.

One gang of female employees was stunned. "What?"

"I mean, Mr Gibran married because he replaced his sister? Oh my goodness, what a pity. But he looks so dear to Mary. Where until pregnant so."

"Eitherway. But the article came up a few minutes ago. If you don't believe." A cell phone stuck in the middle of them.

It is true, various news stories about Gibran and Maria occupy the top position of headlines on search sites.

Opinions without the truth just spread. Gibran knew that, and he had expected something like this to happen.

Initially Gibran planned to show off Maria during the launch of the new game a few months after their child was born. But, the paranoid Maria with the novel story suddenly forced her along.

It was clear that Gibran immediately burned a novel that told the story of cheap quality. He even scolded the author for tainting Mary's thought.

"Mr and Mrs. Wiranata, how are you?"

"Well," Gibran said formally. Maria nodded with a smile.

They shook hands with some of Gibran's corporate partners from Singapore. You can imagine how big the show is. Gibran even invited colleagues from abroad.

Gibran nodded happily. His roar seemed proud as it rubbed Mary's stomach. "Yes. Baby girl."

"Owahh .. haha. Congratulations, yes."

Gibran simply nodded and reviewed a small smile. Next they chatted briefly about work before deciding to sit at the front-most round table near a large transverse digital banner stand, specifically for VVIP guests.

Gibran shifted the chair for Mary to sit down, then she followed by pushing herself beside him. It looks like Romanjaya is approaching to greet the grandson. Maria threw a wide grin while waving her spirit at the grandfather.

Roman grunts in disbelief. You little sok close, her inner. He turned to look at Gibran who was not sitting when he came. However, Gibran must be kind in public. "Congratulations, son. Your new company is growing rapidly."

"Hm." Gibran only gave a brief reply while receiving a hand from Roman.

"If your father were here, he would be proud" Roman continued.

Maria's eyes dimmed. "Patient Grandpa, huh? Papa Abhi's gonna be around soon."

Later Mary learned of the true state of Abhimanyu from Rayan. Because of Gibran's base, Maria immediately poked when she found out the man was lying about his own father's condition.

Rayan and Gabriel approached from a distance. The two men were somehow together. But Rayan was already familiar to Gabriel. Not too familiar either, anyway. Just seen chatting more often than with Gibran.

"Sister, congratulations, yes."

"Congratulations," said Rayan briefly.

"Hm."

It was very desirable for Maria to nudge Gibran because the man continued to put on a flat and lazy look. Couldn't it be a little more friendly to the in-laws?

They sit at the same table. Maria asked for. Except Gabriel of course. He just smirked lazily watching the man casually join there. Gabriel simply threw a wide grin as Maria sneered while throbbing.

"We are friends. Brother is also not jealous," Gabriel's pretext as Roman beckons him to move on.

Haih, stop.

Outside, precisely in the building across the street a man in a hat pressed a handsfree in the ear. His eyes were straight on the building in front, where Gibran's corporate event took place.

"All is ready."

"......"

"Good."

The man turned to push the button to contact his other partner, he was already inside the building watching the situation there.

"Do immediately. Be careful. Remember, your target is that woman."

***

"Good, Sir." A man in a waitress suit muttered softly. He kept his phone back in his pocket.

Sighing deeply, his eyes stared again at the ranks of the glasses on the tray. His gaze was fixed for a long time on one last glass.

"Right, it's just an easy task. I just need to give you the drink and run and get the money." The waiter nodded confidently. "Yes, just so."

He picked up a tray and began walking into the ballroom, mingling with other waitresses who were also busy carrying drinks.

His eyes circled for a while and then stopped at the special VVIP table that Gibran occupied. His net shifted to the woman beside the man. A beautiful woman with a big belly who was now laughing gracefully.

It was Mary, the woman he had to eliminate that very night.