Marrying the Cruel Young Master 2
Special Episode - Hard work
A few days later, Sean arrives after getting word from Alena that he can already start sewing clothes for Viana.
Sean also always does work in the office quickly so that he can divide his time in Alena's boutique without arousing Viana's suspicion.
"Are you ready?" asked Alena who was standing next to Sean who was sitting in front of a manual sewing machine.
"Do you have to wear this? Why not use a sophisticated sewing machine?"
"Sean, the stitching of the manual sewing machine is better than wearing the advanced sewing machine. We can see if there are any errors in the sewn parts. And also, the touch of your hands and the swaying of your feet will make all of that even more valuable." Alena explained.
"Hmm, okay. Where should I start."
Alena also guides Sean to sew the fabric that has formed a pattern.
With a thought, Sean did it. He was so careful that it took two hours just to sew the pattern to twenty percent.
Indeed, Sean and Alena scheduled for sewing within two hours. So Viana wouldn't be suspicious.
"Mrs, there's Mr. Rangga and Mrs Alya outside looking for you." A boutique employee came and reported with a tense face.
"What?" Alena and Sean were both shocked.
"Gosh, I almost forgot. I did have an appointment with your mom and dad to meet today." Alena patted her forehead.
"Geez!" Sean also panicked. "How is this?"
"Look, you get out the back door. You took a taxi, right?"
"Yes, yeah, I'm going first. Save my stitches." Sean went out the back door. However, after passing through the fenced wall, his feet tripped and he fell into the road that had a hole because it was raining. His clothes are also very dirty. The murky water also polishes his face.
However, when he reached the office, he only realized that the suit and wallet in it were left in Alena's room.
"Ahh, why am I so fucking shit." Sean rubbed his face violently. He looked for his phone and realized that his phone was also in his suit.
"Sir, take me inside the office" Sean said.
"I'm sorry, sir, I don't dare, but I'll be outraged by the security department like that."
"Then let me down to take the money first."
"I'm sorry, sir, I can't just believe you're coming back."
"But I am the owner of this company. Just search Sean Armadja's search."
The driver searched the internet and compared Sean's face to the photo. "I'm sorry, sir, if you dream don't get too high. You're a little bit alike, but Sean Armadja isn't as bad as you."
Sean glared when said to be blurred by the driver. He also looked at the glass and sure enough, his appearance was very messy because of the fall earlier. "If you are Sean Armadja, let me see your ID card."
"My wallet was left in the boutique. Tell you what, let's go inside, I'm sure security won't hold you."
"I'm sorry, I won't take any chances. If you don't have money, just replace it with goods, sir."
"I have money, but I'm left behind." Sean's getting tougher.
"That's the classic excuse I often hear from people who want to take a free taxi."
Sean rubbed his face violently. He regretted not having memorized the number of his bodyguard and driver. If only he memorized, of course, at this time his bodyguard or driver could he call. He also regretted taking a taxi with a stupid driver like this.