Hot Mommy's Passion Trap
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"W-what are you saying, sir? This morning I did hit a car, but not your car" Shanum said, now he was looking boldly at Arthur's face.

Hearing Shanum's reply, Arthur joined in with a smile. The cynical smile that made Shanum's body goosebumps. He did not see the face of the car owner. However, he firmly believes, the owner of the car is not his own boss.

"You sure about that?" arthur asked, and immediately got a nod from Shanum.

"Of course, sir." Shanum's confidence slowly fades when he sees Arthur's unkempt smile.

'In fact, he is not kidding. Besides, it was Leo who came to see me. Wasn't Leo Mr. Arthur's assistant? God, why is it getting so complicated like this? If the car I hit belongs to Mr Arthur, what will my fate be? Why am I falling apart? What exactly was my fault? Am I really going to jail? Leaving Arsenio to take care of her little body all by herself?' inward Shanum, he is getting down while************* his fingers.

"Why silence? Have you realized anything?" Arthur smiled at the worry clearly on Shanum's face.

"A-I realized, Leo who met me this morning was indeed your assistant, Sir. But, I also need clear evidence if the car is indeed yours," said Shanum Lirih. "Honestly, I don't have the money to pay for the damage, so I came here intending to borrow and replace everything" Shanum said.

"So, if you confess-me, but you're not the real owner, of course I'll lose. I-i-"

"If I lend you money, how do you pay for it?" arthur asked, he opened the employee database on Shanum's behalf and looked at all personal information.

"I-I'll take a little from my salary, sir." Shanum answered quickly, trying to convince his Boss. "The rules of the company are like that, aren't they?"

"You can borrow a hundred million if you're a company secretary, or at least a manager. Now, what's your position? The lowest level of cleaning service, right?" Arthur raised his eyebrows. The mocking smile embedded on his face was so annoying. Shanum felt humbled, but he had to endure.

Shanum held onto his clothes tightly, he couldn't drop his prestige. Now, Arsenio is at stake. However, his son should not taste bitter at an early age.

"Sir, I'll still pay for it even if it takes a long time." Shanum clenched his hands together in front of his chest. He pleaded solemnly, hoping Arthur would lend him the money.

"I'm not going to run away. I mean it." Shanum keeps on welding. There was nothing else Shanum could do. However, most vexingly, Shanum had already tried hard to beg, Arthur instead smiled.

'Why is he smiling? Is he mocking me? Or, does my plea sound insincere enough? I have to how else? Since then, his words have continued to swirl and have the intention not to lend. God, how else do I have to be?' inner Shanum, grimaced as he glanced at Arthur's face.

"I can't lend you that money. You hit my car, borrowed my money to pay for the damages. Does that not seem funny?" Arthur opened the other documents on his desk. Choosing not to care about Shanum anymore.

"Master, before that you have to give proof that the car is really yours. Can't just talk directly to claim other people's stuff, can you?" Shanum still does not believe in Arthur's confession.

Arthur fiddled with his phone, then he asked Shanum to come closer by waving his hand. Arthur showed a photo of a black luxury car dented on the back. Upon seeing the photo Arthur showed, Shanum nodded quickly.

"Look clearly, this is the car you hit this morning, right?"

"Yes. It's this car, sir." Shanum.

Arthur swiped his phone screen to the side, revealing how badly Shanum had done.

"Look! The damage was fatal. Should have been, Leo didn't ask for a hundred million. But, more," said Arthur with his trademark cold face.

"Hows it? Did you believe it was my car? Come outside! I can't give you a loan. If you can't pay off your debt in time, just wait for the authorities to come pick you up!" kecam Arthur again, he really likes to see Shanum's panicked face.

'I love hearing his voice. Her voice seemed familiar, but I also don't remember ever hearing her where.'

"Master, I'm really begging you. I can't go to jail, what about my son's fate?" Shanum pleaded, initially Shanum's eyes were just glazed over. Now, the glass was cracked until the dammed water dripped without pause.

Arthur was shocked, thinking Shanum was married. His face that had been scratched by a faint smile, suddenly turned flat.

"You can leave your son to your husband, right? Come outside!" Arthur was firm. He felt foolish to have wasted so much time talking to the woman in front of him.

"My husband went to sea, sir. He ... contracted to ten years. What would my son do if he was alone?" Shanum had to lie. Arthur as the owner of the car, Shanum can be more free to ask for leniency.

"No." Arthur doesn't care anymore.

"I see, your identity when applying for work at the company is still single. Now, you're saying you already have a husband and children? You trying to lie?"

Shanum was speechless, it was difficult for Shanum to explain what was really happening, just as it was to open his own disgrace.

"You know, this is called a violation. I'll ask the chief of cleaning services to fire you!" kecam Arthur, this time he did not mess with his threat.

"I-I don't have a husband!" shanum said quickly. Upon hearing Arthur's threat, Shanum was terrified. He can't lose this job. It's hard to find a job now. So, Shanum will try to keep the existing ones.

"No husband?" Arthur raised his eyebrows.

"Yes, I don't have a husband. But, I have a toddler" Shanum explained.

"What do you say is true?" Arthur made sure.

"Yes, Sir."

"That's why I can't lose this job. Especially, to go to jail? What about my son's fate?" Shanum was back down.

"I have another way for you to pay for all the damage. You don't have to use your meager salary to pay off the debt" said Arthur, starting to think of an idea in his head.

"Ba-how, Mister?" Shanum smiled happily. He did not expect, his boss was still willing to help him, even though the man's car itself was damaged.

"Cheat with me!" arthur said without shame or guilt after that.

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