Melancholic CEO
Chapter 64: I Don't Receive Thanks By Phone.

Caliente, southeast of Nevada in the morning. Cloudy. The sun is covered in clouds. Chayra peeked out of the hotel window. This is the first time he has been abroad in years. Last time when he was twelve. With mommy, grandpa and grandma. They explore the beauty of spring in ten countries in Western Europe.

Chayra didn't think she could go abroad either. And that's with the lightning passport given by CEO Rakhan. A fake passport. A passport that a ruthless boss named Eoiun may have used when he brought her to S.

Chayra lowered her head. He's on the 90th floor, the super VVIP room. The scene below looks like a walking ant. There is a desire to explore some places around the hotel. CEO Rakhan has also allowed. He had even hired a few bodyguards who would instantly move once Chayra walked out of the hotel room.

"Don't go too far" Rakhan said as he placed the latest phone in Chayra's palm. " I've transferred the SIM card here, I've also entered my phone number" she smiled mysteriously.

"Yes, thank you" said Chayra. He took the phone and put it in his pocket. Who likes to explore a foreign place alone?

"Once the robot is fixed, I'll accompany you" whispered Rakhan fondly in Chayra's eardrum. "There's a mineral water bath here" he said.

His baritone voice made the feathers of the Chayra stand. "Eh, yeah," she moved away.

"Good sleep," Rakhan stroked Chayra's hair. " I'm going to the lab and I'm going to stay there until the robot's fixed."

"Yes, be careful" Chayra replied. He's smiling.

"Yes" Rakhan smiled back. He wanted her to land a kiss on those lips but was afraid of not being able to control himself. "I go first" she shuts the door.

After Rakhan left, Chayra glanced at the crystal wall clock opposite the bed. At 7 am. He actually had no plans to sleep. On a private jet, he slept the whole trip. Just woke up when CEO Rakhan woke him up. And it's in the hotel lobby.

Chayra finally decided to take a shower. After taking a shower and getting dressed, she stepped out of the window. He opened a little window curtain. Check out the atmosphere around the hotel through the window.

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Rhea was just out of class when her phone rang. He took the phone from his sling bag. While reading his caller's name, he smiled.

"What's wrong?" Rhea greeted the polite greeting voice across there. "Hm..are you sure? " reply.

"Yes, Mom," replied the polite voice.

"Ok, thank you," Rhea hung up.

Chayra with CEO Rakhan in Caliente, Nevada. What are they doing there? Isn't Chayra still in S? Rhea's forehead was wrinkled. He's coming for them in Caliente!

Elsewhere, Miku turned off her phone. There was a sense of was whack. Is his action right? What if CEO Rakhan finds out? But Ms. Rhea is the future wife of the CEO. The CEO will not be angry.

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By noon, the Chayra went down. Towards the restaurant located on the lower floor. Three guards followed him from behind.

On the recommendation of the waiter, he ordered farro porridge . This porridge is a typical Nevada food made from wheat. Above it is sprinkled with eggs, mushrooms and black ruftle skin.

For Indonesian tongue like himself, this porridge tastes bad. If you do not remember the place, this porridge must have come out of his throat. So he had to swallow with the help of a glass of water.

Finally the porridge was gone too. However, his stomach churned. Resist nausea. His phone rang . Chayra pulled the phone out of her pocket.

Chayra reads the name on the phone screen . My darling? he cringes.

"Hallo," Chayra said. He was waiting for a voice that would return his greeting.

"Darling, you went to the lab? In a moment, Taksa came to pick me up, "Rakhan's soft voice ran down the other end of the phone.

CEO Rakhan? He put his name on the contact list. Quickly, that smile was so mysterious, Inner Chayra.

"Yes," replied Chayra. "Is Damon conscious?"

"It's done in the fix, the activation is waiting for you," answered Rakhan. "Where are you? it seems like a lot," he continued.

"Eat already?" rakhan asked in a deep friendly voice.

"Already, farro porridge ..uwek ..." Chayra recalled the unpleasant appearance and taste of the porridge on her tongue.

"Why baby?" rakhan's voice sounded worried.

"Ti.no, it's just me ..the porridge, '" Chayra held her mouth with one hand. Afraid of the porridge spewing from his mouth.

"Are you okay, Miss?" a passing waitress stopped by the Chayra table.

"I'm okay," Chayra hurriedly replied. Then push the porridge that has gone up to the throat with a glass of water.

"How now?" ask Rakhan. He was loyal on the other end of the phone.

"Ak..I'm fine," replied Chayra.

"Other times, choose the menu you used to eat only," Rakhan suggested. He still remembered how Chayra ate the Foie grass brulee creme back then. Forced to eat with a nose to vomit.

"Yes" Chayra said.

"Wait for Taksa to come in a minute. All the food you eat includes the room package I ordered," Rakhan said.

"Yes, thank you," Chayra replied.

"I didn't receive a thank you over the phone" Rakhan said.

"Through what?" ask Chayra wonder. " Through transfer?"

"Transferant Saliva," seduced by Rakhan.

"What is Saliva transfer?" Chayra.

"I'll tell you later, '" Rakhan said, holding back a laugh. This girl is really innocent.

Some of the people inside the laboratory looked at each other. They've never seen a CEO so sumringah.

Half an hour later, Chayra was in the lab. He entered with Rakhan who was waiting for him at the front door of the laboratory.

A number of people who were inside the laboratory exchanged looks. The girl is indeed sweet, her body is also good, unfortunately her fashion sense is bad . The dark ash-colored sack clothes he wore made him feel like he was immersed in mud.

Without having to search, Chayra immediately saw Damon. The robot stands upright with various cables attached. His position was similar when he was inside the lab of that ruthless boss. The only difference is, here Damon is not put in a glass box.

Chayra stepped closer. He scanned Damon's nape with his cell phone. Then walk towards the front. Stand face to face with Damon. Get ready to scan his iris by Damon.

"The scan is complete, sir has been identified" Damon said. Eyes open.

Dreettt..rettt..rett.Suddenly a number of images of Damon's brain appear on the projector screen on the laboratory wall.

"What the hell..." Rakhan's eyes were wide.

"What?" Chayra. Almost out.

"Gee..." Fifteen men who were inside the laboratory glared.

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