Love Sugar Daddy
107~S3

Gleen downcast. He must be back in front of the Daddy after getting the attention of the mommy.

Yes, although mommy's attention is so great and has calmed her down, she still can't avoid her Daddy interrogation.

"When are you like this ?"

The question of the Daddy made him more and more bowed quietly. He actually did not want to be like this, but his circumstances really made him have to fight alone against the delinquents.

"Sorry dad, but Gleen was forced to fight because-"

"Because for the sake of women it's not clear !"

Gleen jerked. Reflek raised his face and looked at Anan closely.

"I mean dad"

"Who else if not the cheap waitress at the club' that night !" Sargah Anan answered Gleen's question quickly.

"Dad, Hilma is not a cheap woman !" Sahut Gleen denies it.

"Don't you defend him !" Anan's pointing at Gleen.

"But Dad-"

"Daddy knows everything !!"

Anan jerking. Stop Gleen from saying anything.

"Because she is you to refuse your marriage to Della !!"

Oh gosh..

Like him he can not underestimate the powerful Daddy. Even in this kind of personal and highly private affair, the man was very clearly aware of her.

"Don't tell Daddy you love that cheap girl !"

"Hilma isn't a cheap girl !"

"Daddy said never defend her !"

"Because Hilma deserves to be in martial dad !" Gleen answered loudly. No matter what he's gonna be against his Daddy.

Anan nodded his head. Switching bodies as if he felt inexhaustible with his son. The situation is now dizzy, thinking about Della who is out of nowhere.

What should he tell Andrian if he finds out later that his daughter is missing.

"You realize you're not doing what you're doing right now ??" Anan looked back at Gleen. Trying to confirm what the man has done.

For the sake of defending a servant girl at the club' night. He got hurt like this and even dropped his good name, by beating and beating a man named Dito. He is the son of one of the largest shareholders in the Malik Group.

"You realize not if you've already destroyed the good name of our company Gleen !!"

Anan squealing. Talking in a high tone channeled her sense of disappointment towards her son.

"You know who Dito you beat to death !" Anan approached her. Staring sharply with a murderous look.

"Dito is the son of one of the largest shareholders in the Malik group. And you, you've hurt his only son so Mr. Anwar revoked his stake !"

Anan. His anger instantly peaked. Emotions are increasingly stirring and his sense of wanting to beat his son was over his treatment. But luckily, Gleen was still injured, if not. Maybe the wounds and bruises on his body at this time because it was done by his Daddy.

"If you're not being kind enough to stand up for and take home that cheap servant girl, Della must be here !" His murmur was pressing.

"What good of his servant girl is the cause of that problem ! to the extent that you're defending him !"

"Hilma isn't like that Dad !"

PLAQUE !!

The end of Anan floated his slap also on Gleen's cheek which still looks blue.

The wound on the corner of his lips that was still not dry was the end of his back to bleed fresh there. Maybe her bonyok cusp was the man's face.

"Daddy wouldn't listen to his name !" Kecam Anan.

dratt.dret..

Anan tried to release his anger. Exhaling his breath deeply and disconnecting his sharp gaze from Gleen who was bowed silently.

Anan grabs the phone from the pocket of her vibrating pants. Look at that thing that gave the incoming call notification from someone there.

"Yes.."

"We already know where sir !" Said a man on the phone there.

"Where ?"

'i sent via his address message sir' He said again.

"okay!"

Anan also disconnected his phone. After getting one incoming message notification, he hurriedly turned off the phone and put it into his pocket back.

Glanced at Gleen who was also staring at her like she was full of curiosity. Then Anan left the man's room.

On the other side

Hilma continued to tear, crying as if she wanted to scream so that she could be released from this cursed place.

What a cruelty his brother was on his, who with his heart sold himself to a brothel owner for the sake of money.

Moreover, it was also Della that she included in her.

His guilt grew more and more towards the woman.

"Hill.." Call Della to Hilma. Della pulled out a chair and sat down next to Hilma.

Della's hand touched Hilma's shoulder, rubbing her slowly as if to calm the girl down.

"We can definitely get out of this place" muttered Della cheering Hilma on. But on the basis of his own self was feeling a tremendous fear.

But what is power. There was no one or anyone they could contact. The phone was seized by the owner of the brothel.

Hilma turned her face to look at Della. Removing her tears then grabbing Della's hand.

"Sir, I'm sorry Hilma, because Hilma is like this.." The girl said, dropping back tears. The sound that shakes because it cries again.

"Hil, don't continue to offend yourself. Now we have to be sure, we can definitely get out of this place without lacking anything" Della assures Hilma. Yes, although his worry is also great will live and his future.

Hilma is getting more and more confused. The life he lived was very sad. Why should he be born the younger brother of a man like Andi. Who with his heart sold his own biological sister.

God, why don't you just take this life.I'll never be willing to live by selling myself like this.. Hilma muttered in the heart.

BRAK !!

Hilma and Della gasped in shock when they found their door opened violently by someone from the outside.

"Quick change your clothes, and and be as beautiful as possible. Prepare yourself because soon someone will pick you up !!"

A beautiful, sexy woman, about 40 years old and above with 2 men accompanied by a tall and large body. It can be called bodyguard.

Come and give up two pairs of clothes that are very minimal and open. Also the complete makeup equipment and also the perfume is there.

"No ! I'm going out. I wouldn't sell myself like this !!"