
Yuzer was even more confused. I don't know what this guy wants, he thinks it should be as fast as it destroys him. He also looked dizzy massaging his head.
"Yuzers! Make sure our cooperation continues to run smoothly. No one is mistaken. Because I don't want to hear a single failure" Gohan Hakan said sipping a cup of warm coffee. He looked at Yuzer sitting in front of him. ", Failure to me is a dead price. For that you have to be clever in tricking that guy, hahaha!" gohan Hakan laughed loudly.
Yuzer just looked at him. He gave no answer at all. Closing the mouth of a thousand languages today still seems to be done by him until now.
"You hear! It's for the sake of success. We should be able to take that TV station away from him. That's mine!" he said haughtily.
While Burcu was busy mingling in panic, he ran to and fro asking everyone he met at the Gohan Hakan residence. Looking confused and pale eloquent after he met the model room it looked neat and empty.
From behind Gohan Hakan's bodyguard in charge of overseeing the famous model and Burcu appears to suspect Burcu's panicked movements.
"All right, everything will go as well as possible. That man! He will never save the TV station" Yuzer said, convinced he had found out and was lurking a crack that could put him inside. "So, for that do not be ignored again, everything I have arranged as well as possible while sipping coffee located right in front of him.
Even night had come Dhyia had finished performing her worship which all day was not missed. Down the stairs for dinner.
"His, today we eat alone. Because sir's leaving again." Rightly saying so after he saw the beautiful and meek young lady standing behind him.
"That's a problem, Bi. Even if we were both, 'n right, Altan, Balin Edis' would still be there." Dhyia hooked him from behind helping bi Benar prepare dinner.
"Mrs, don't fast?" Correctly asked again after seeing the woman sitting down and pouring over a drink.
"Tomorrow, Bi." Dhyia answered him immediately after gulping down some drinking water.
Inside a separate hotel room somehow Ilker's heart was agitated. He could not calm his mind. Getting up and getting up from the sofa opened the window to see the cold night air. Opening the phone then pressing the contact number of the woman who was craving and disappointed with him.
The crane! The crane! The crane!
The phone connection was connected and Yilzid saw the name calling him through a ringing call. Shortness of breath when he saw the number he again remembered their quarrel earlier. Yilzid raised the call.
"It's late tonight, tonight we're going to eat out" Ilker said after his call was received by a lover of hearts.
Yilzid seemed to be silent. He was still upset with the man he loved so much ordering two different room numbers. Turn off the connection without answering a word. Ilker who is no stranger to women was behind the phone earlier. Waiting outside the door.
"Burcu! Burcu! Burcu!" shouted Gohan Hakan who had been sitting on the dining table chair.
Rushing Burcu also twisted the body of panic and pale that is what is currently drawn from him. Deg-degan is not afraid to imagine if his big boss told him to call the top model to go down and eat with him.
Burcu also frantically covered his anxiety towards the man who shouted. He stood up and said.
"Yes, sir" he answered from behind.
"Have been three nights in a row he didn't come down to accompany me to eat." Gohan Hakan said it while after the bodyguard was nongol behind him. Near the bodyguards who are always on guard.
"Sir, I saw Miss. But the room is empty." Burcu had to say what he saw.
The deg!
The hand that swung the spoon suddenly stopped in midair. Those blatant words were like lightning striking for the middle-aged man. Placing plate.
"What did you say? Yilzid doesn't exist?" Gohan Hakan turned his head straight towards Burcu. "Why don't you know? How could he go and you don't see him?" asked the man, looking back.
"Ronald! Ronald! Ronald!" shouted the man sitting on the dining table chair loudly until his neck veins looked tense.
"I, Master!" Running fast raced approaching his big boss.
"Where is Yilzid?" Gohan Hakan directly asked his guard. Enforcing his seat looked at Ronald with a reddened face, like fire.
Ronald was even more nervous to hear the question. He did not see the lady at all. Squeezing his fingers with fear.
"Why shut up? You're gonna tell me you don't know! Huh yeah?" the man snapped at the tall man. "I told you to keep an eye on him!" it's back in front of Burcu.
Suddenly Burcu immediately raised his head to look at the man standing behind him. Twist both eyeballs with worry.
"I'm sorry, Sir! I really don't know" he said in a panic.
"Stupid everyone! You idiot! It's free for me to pay you! Keeping one child alone cannot!" screech, get off the dinner table.
Burcu's heart is currently in pain. The fingers are cold. Confused mixed to want to find the lady out of nowhere, see a large marble box.
"Ronald!" Call Gohan Hakan back screaming walk out.
Ronald swiftly ran directly to the call.
"Take me to Pevin's place!" Get out of the car.
Ronald opened the car door and let the man who was worried about the princess into the car. Closing the car and running towards the door of another car. Take the key out of his pocket and insert the key and start the car.
"Wait a minute! Get the others to call Burcu here!" Gohan Hakan swung his hand, telling Ronald to stop.
"Good, Boss!" he said, get out of the car.
Inside the house Burcu looked panicked and upset because of the actions of the top model he almost lost his job. Back and forth he walked looking agitated while swinging both his legs walking while thinking.
"Miss! You are told, sir! Found him in the car!" said one of the men from the man's loyal bodyguard who was in the car.
The Burcu reflexively turned his head around looking at the one who called out to him from behind lightly following the footsteps of the man who called him earlier.
"What's up, Mister?" Burcu immediately asked when the windshield he saw was open.
"Come with me!" tell him firmly.
"Good, Master!" Burcu went in and sat in the back seat, behind the driver.
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