His Purpose
170. Bidders

Rayan and Dean and his men managed to get to where Celine had shown them. A building in the form of a fairly high tower stands firmly issued a dark feeling.

Rayan's heart seemed to be jolted violently imagining if it was true that Mary was locked here.

"This is the place, Uncle. Before I did not know the purpose of Bagas building this tower project. But now I can understand."

"Thank you," said Rayan, feeling helped. "May Mary be well."

Dean and his men were ready to hit the door with guns, while several others scattered around the building.

Brak!

One of them kicked the door. But precisely everything was made in wonder because the double door made of thick iron was unlocked and easily opened.

Celine was the first to run in. He stopped in front of a wide-open elevator with a puddle of water flooding almost the entire room.

I don't know what happened before. But, "It looks like we're late" Celine said. It looked up.

Circular stairs that if estimated more than a thousand steps is very very high.

"They've moved somewhere else."

"You sure?" Rayan really can't believe it. "Why don't we check upstairs?"

Dean interrupted. "That'll take a very long time, sir. It is better for some of us to continue the search elsewhere. The rest keep browsing here to be sure."

Alright. Rayan agreed to the proposal. They left the tower and immediately switched locations.

On the other hand, Maria opened her eyes and woke up in a different place than before. A large room that looks empty and dark.

Trouble Maria got up while holding back the dizziness. He sat down to massage his dizzy head. Maria's half-drenched body shivered in the cold. Moist clothes have not been completely dry, nor is the hair less the same fate.

Maria grimaces slowly. His last memory fell on Bagas who kept fluttering him in the elevator. Bagas forced Mary to marry him. However, Maria who refused to agree to choose silence.

The furious Bagas did not stop irrigating the elevator until it soaked almost 70 percent of Mary's body, making Mary's breath feel tight and fall unconscious. Maria fainted and drowned in the puddle. He did not know when Bagas stopped and took him out of there.

But, it seemed like Maria was no longer in that stifling tower.

Mary stood up. Slowly, his legs swung while staring around. The place was so empty, there were only a few piles of wood at the edge of the room. The lighting was so dim, Maria could not see clearly including when her feet hit something.

"Gee!" Maria almost fell if she didn't pull her body back immediately. Maria just kicked something, or rather someone.

Stooping down, Mary found a body full of wounds lying unconscious. His eyes traced the man lying face down.

Slowly he crouched down, flipped his shoulders slowly before then dumbfounded.

"Gabriel?" the whisper did not expect. Why is he here? What the hell's going on?

Maria shook Gabriel's body trying to wake the man up, but it seemed Gabriel's wound was too severe to cause him to faint.

The sound of approaching steps made Maria look up. Bagas appeared with a cold look at Maria.

A moment of silence. Maria's vigilance rose to see the existence of that insane psychopath.

Yes, Bagas is a madman. The man was like a sicker who deserved to stay at the Mental Hospital.

Bagas moves eroding the distance, while Maria reflexively backs away avoiding the man.

Maria shriveled as Bagas leaned over to reach for her chin. Their faces were close enough that Mary could feel Bagas' breath blowing disgusting.

"If you had been kind, I probably wouldn't have done this to you" Bagas said.

Maria shook her head. "Respect, Bagas. What you feel is obsession, not love."

"What do you know about love? My heart I feel, not you or anyone." Bagas slightly jerked Maria's chin before standing up.

He turned around to leave Mary who was now sighing.

Netra Maria fell on Gabriel. He went back to the man and tried to wake him up with a slight shock.

"Gabriel's awake. Gabriel!"

Succeeds. Gabriel opened his eyes slowly and immediately looked at Maria. The highlight looks very weak, even his voice was slow when he said. "Marya?" the whisper is almost inaudible.

"I-i ... Someone kidnapped me."

"Kidnab?"

Maria nodded. "I wonder why you are here."

"Who kidnapped you?" Gabriel is trying to get up despite the difficulty. His hands raised massaging the head and neck throbbing achy.

"Bagas" answered Mary doubtfully. "Why? You familiar?"

Gabriel seemed silent. He then shook off the sign of not knowing.

"He's Papa's closest partner." Maria continued. "He's nuts. He's obsessed with wanting to marry me."

Maria told Gabriel a little chronology of the abduction. Instantly Gabriel thought, something flashed through his brain and tried to guess.

If he and Mary end up in the same place, it means that Bagas in question is one of the many conspirators of Willis. Bagas had something to do with that mafia kingpin.

They kept quiet for a long time. Gabriel turned his head, and found Mary's body shivering with cold. Maria rubbed her hands and rubbed her arms while blowing them many times.

Unbelievable, Gabriel then opened his suit and handed it to Maria.

Maria looked.

"Wear it" said Gabriel. "It's dirty, but at least it can help warm up."

There was no reason to refuse because Maria was in desperate need. Maria received the suit and quickly put it on.

"I was ganged up" said Gabriel suddenly. He sighed. "I'm trying to find an antidote, but what power I have is lame. Haha."

Maria looked quickly. "The antidote? D-Where's the antidote? Who has it?" ask him consecutively.

Gabriel silently refused to answer.

"El ..." Please Maria.

Gabriel remained silent not to say more.

"At least tell me where to get it? I'll try to try."

Gabriel shakes. "They're not your match."

"I don't care! Koko needs that!"

"But you must also think of your salvation, Mary."

"Hiks ... How many hours are left." Mary wept cupping her face with both hands. "I'm afraid Koko won't wake up after this."

Maria was bothered to think about Gibran's condition which was somehow his present state.

"Gibran must be fine. She's strong."

Maria shook her head. No matter how strong man can avoid death.

You love each other, Maria. Ahead of. For years of our relationship I wasn't even able to take your heart completely. I know, in the deepest corner of your heart you still hold that feeling for Gibran.

***

Harley put the hat on her head. His steps were firmly down the corridor passage that seemed quiet.

A number of bodyguards who stood guard in front of Gibran's room immediately took a stand on standby at gunpoint.

The man grabbed an identity card from his chest pocket. Spontaneously the guards lowered their pistols slowly. They let Harley into Gibran's room.

Harley walked over and stopped right next to the patient's bed. He took out a small bottle the size of a fingernail as well as an injection.

Harley stuck the syringe on the bottle, then flicked it gently with a finger. His eyes stared for a moment at Gibran's blue body, then grabbed an infusion hose and pressed the syringe there.

After that Harley went straight out and lightning-fast left the hospital.

"Already, Mistress. It will take a few more hours for Young Master to wake up."