
"Lady?" Trevor placed his briefcase on the sofa and opened the braid of his tie as he walked towards Milady's room.
She found that she was trying on her new dress.
Milady smiled at him from the mirror in front of him.
The flickering rays coming from the array of gems in her dress added to the woman's charm.
By itself Trevor's lips smiled admiring Milady's beauty.
Yet...
Under normal circumstances, Trevor would stay away from women as beautiful as Milady.
But somehow, this woman pulled him closer.
There was a stifling feeling in his chest when Milady was in such a beautiful state... And believe me, this woman was once more beautiful.
"Hey... You're late enough." said Milady. It's 20 o'clock now.
Trevor stood leaning against the door of Milady's room.
"That's the shirt you're going to wear at the show tomorrow?" ask Trevor.
Milady nodded.
"Good?" Ask Milady.
Trevor did not answer.
The man just stared at Milady closely. Analyze each inch of the woman's body, and assess the deficiency.
No. gabe...
There is no shortage of anything...
The dress was so fitting on Milady's body, as if it was specially stitched for the woman.
"From who?" trevor asked with a meaningful smile.
Milady returned her smile with a bitter look.
"You know.." muttered Milady. "Can I buy it myself, right?"
"I'll always be watching you. You have never bought clothes that are as luxurious and... Sexy like that." said Trevor while removing the buttons of his shirt.
"You think this is too sexy?" Milady frowned feeling strange because it was considered sexy, because the dress covered her body from the neck to the ankles.
"Your curves are clearly formed." Trevor said. "Dresses with such models are usually made of special tailors to fit worn. Or the... The order already knows exactly the shape of your body."
Trevor's ignorant smile made Milady sneer.
"At least, the model is in tune with your suit..." Milady tries to distract Trevor. "You're staying here again?"
"Yes... Dad was... a bit restless." sizzled Trevor as he passed from Milady's room.
Milady took off her dress and listened to Trevor's grievance from her room while the man spoke from the living room.
"What did he do?" ask Milady.
"There's nothing."
"Where is it?"
"He didn't do anything. Just shut himself up in his study, and spread a black aura. Then force me to tell you where Ayumi is, and send a lot of PI to Japan." Trevor Sahut.
Then the man disappeared into the bathroom.
Milady stared at the shipping receipt to Kanagawa area on her dresser.
He just sent a photo to Sebastian.
Price for this address... What would he ask of Sebastian.
Milady stroked his chin while thinking.
*****
"Hey..."
Ipang directed his gaze upwards when he heard the melodious hoarse voice of a woman in front of him.
The look on his face that was serious because he was focusing on editing videos for him to post on his channel, turned into a sumringah.
"Hi, Susanto uh, Susanti... Hehehehe." greet Ipang while standing and pull the chair next to him, then allow Susan to sit down.
"My name is Susan, don't add to that." the woman snorted.
"OK, Goddess... Eeehs... Wrong again." said Ipang while chuckling.
Ipang closed his laptop and cleaned it up by putting his knick-knacks2 into his backpack under the table.
"Mas Ipang's..." Ms. Dewi, the store manager, came with a pot of tea.
"Yes Miss Dewi.." said Ipang. Then he looked at Susan. "This is her real name Miss Dewi, not that I want to seduce.." he said quickly.
Susan looked at Ipang with her chin up and smiled cynically.
"Where do I just take out all the orders now?" ask the Goddess.
"Okay buuu, out.." - hiss Ipang cheerful.
Susan looked at Ipang closely. The woman smiled gently at him. He did not usually stare at men like this at the moment, but this guy in front of him, captivated him in a certain way.
Susan has traveled all over the world. And according to him, the approach of Indonesian men like Ipang often do to him is what makes his heart rustle the most.
And this handsome guy in front of him, instead of being wrongly noticed, even joined his chin and pointed his body at Susan.
Susan immediately thought that Ipang had often issued seduction to many women.
He must treat her carefully.
Exceedingly...
Because through Ipang, Susan will be able to approach Milady so as to facilitate 'work'.
"So..who are you?" ask Ipang.
"I? Hm... What do you want to know?"
"You don't know what I want to know? That's what I take permission from you because I want it a lot..."
"I think we have a lot of time here." - Susan.
Because Trevor has returned to Milady's apartment, so Susan considers that she can breathe for a while to enjoy her personal life more.
"I can-can ask questions continue until tomorrow morning, loh.." said Ipang.
"Cafe closes at 10 p.m... Does that mean you'll take me somewhere else that's open until morning? Or all of us go to my apartment to be more free."
Ipang stunned.
His nape immediately creeped.
This woman seems to have gotten used to dating a lot of men, and maybe a lot of her business ended up in bed.
Think Ipang.
I had to be more flexible with her, so that I could know why she spied on Lady Seintens' sister.
Don't-don't...
He's Mas Trevor's ex or something... Keep looking for a way to take revenge on Lady?
"Don't jump the fall on the second day soaan dong, ah... Usually that is so broken cepet." hiss Ipang.
"Usually... I think you're used to it." Susan's fishing rod.
"It's not you, who is more experienced, who asked for spit." replied Ipang.
"Are you fighting or what?" challenge Susan.
"It's a matter of fighting like you're already more good, I just got a blue belt red strip because... So can you choose to fight another way, no?"
"Blue belt... You're Taekwondoin well, so you're Taegeuk V dong?" ask Susan.
"Live a little deepening. Rise a bit slowly because it is busy with endorsan so the time is a bit difficult to find." said Ipang.
"I if taekwondo had a red belt strip black two. Now again while exploring Krav Maga because my boss told me to..."
"You're an athlete too?"
"I used to taekwondoin too. Da... Keep well... I got this job, so I moved country. To fight more steadily if using Krav maga because..."
"In Krav Maga there are no rules. And it's not martial arts, but a way to kill." said Ipang. The guy's face turned grim.
"Yes... Because if you don't kill, you're killed."
"That's your job?"
Susan took a breath and kept quiet.
He realized he was talking too much.
This fella...
It was so subtle to reveal her secret, the way it was so soft that Susan was not aware that she was being interrogated.