Moving On
Damian's Visit

British Royal.

“What? Prince Damian picked up Emelie's sister in Hong Kong?”

Adriana just got word from her confidant. His clenched hands held back the disappointment. The woman gritted her teeth as she recalled the words of her subordinates.

“Princess, shrink your voice. What if a waiter hears.” The woman looked towards the door.

“What killer we sent has arrived in Hongkong?” Both of Adriana's eyeballs widened and blackened. That look was filled with hatred and anger.

“Already, Princess.” The waiter lowered his head.

“Good.” Adriana carved a triumphant smile.

“Tell them, I'll pay double. If they manage to find Kak Emelie first.” Adriana walked towards the window. Folding both of his hands with a crafty smile engraving.

“Kill the woman in Hong Kong. Make sure the woman loses her honor.”

“Good, Princess. Excuse me first so that no one is suspicious.” The woman looked down respectfully before leaving Adriana's room.

Adriana still looks at the window that leads directly to the flower garden. The woman was truly grudge against her foster brother. His jealous nature makes the evil nature appear. Changing the kind and meek woman was filled with vengeance.

“I will not stay silent. Prince Damian, you are indeed an unbelievable man. You want to have both of us, right? do you think I'll let you two get married? No, I will foil all the neatly arranged plans.” Both of Adriana's hands she folds in front of her chest. Without anything funny, the woman suddenly laughed out loud.

“Kak Emelie's. Don't you want to have fun? I'll make you feel the pleasure you'll remember for the rest of your life.”

***

Zeroun Zein's House.

Day has turned into night. The moonlight shines brightly among the stars. The dark sky looks beautiful. The air feels cool with a swirl of wind that is not too strong.

Inside the room, Emelie sat on the edge of the bed. His clothes had been replaced with maroon-colored dres. Her hair was so beautiful. Both hands he put on his lap. His eyes were empty. The woman is saddened to be returning and will soon resume her pending marriage.

Carefully, he walked out of the room. Peering from behind the door towards the two bodyguards guarding him very tightly. Emelie walked to the edge of the floor connecting her to the lower floor. Prince Damian who just arrived at Zeroun Zein's house. The two men looked very familiar while conversing. Emelie twisted her body quickly. Run into the room.

“That guy, why can't he let me be free for a few days,” Emelie said with an annoyed face.

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Downstairs.

Zeroun and Prince Damian sat facing each other. Some waiters were busy serving crystal-colored drinks. Pour the drink into a stemmed glass. One bodyguard stood beside Prince Damian. Luke did the same. The man stood beside Zeroun Zein to protect his Boss.

“What an honor for me. Because you want to visit my small home.” Zeroun looked pleasantry with a crisp laugh.

“You're too low, Zeroun. We're friends, aren't we? don't be like that. In Monaco I am Prince. But in this house, I'm just a regular guy.” Prince Damian also let out a small laugh. His eyes were seen exploring the contents of Zeroun Zein's house at that time.

“Please drink, Damian.” Zeroun took the stemmed glass. Gulp it slowly.

“You can stay in this house if you want, Damian.”

“What woman is so precious? the woman said her identity was only a beggar who was in Monaco.” Zeroun begins to investigate Prince Damian.

“But the beggar is so pretty isn't it?” The prince put the glass on the table.

Zeroun shrugged both his shoulders, “I'm not very good at distinguishing which one is beautiful which one is ugly.”

Again, the two men laughed. The atmosphere in the main room looked so crowded. The laughter of the two men filled the room.

“Can I see the woman, Zeroun?” Damian was impatient. He wanted to make sure that Emelie was really in the house.

Zeroun looked at Luke's face. Luke bowed respectfully before going towards the direction of the stairs. With quick and sure steps, Luke picks up Emelie in the room.

“Zeroun, are you married? this house looks very quiet.” Damian leaned back quietly.

Zeroun shook his head slowly, “I'm not married.”

“We are the same, I am also not married. My bride fled to Hongkong.” Damian smiled a little. A smile that held such meaning was so great. His eyes turned towards the stairs.

Emelie walks with a face she doesn't like. Behind the woman was Luke watching her not to run away. Emelie stared at Zeroun and Damian's faces in turn. His pace grew slower as the woman almost arrived near Damian.

“Emelie, you're a very naughty woman.” Damian stood up from his seat. Staring at Emelie's face with a small smile. Without waiting any longer, the man walked closer to Emelie's position.

Luke walked towards Zeroun. The man had no interest in always being next to Emelie.

“Are you happy?” Emelie looked at Damian's face hatefully.

“Darling, you should come home with me. Don't you want to come to the King's funeral?” Damian stared intently at Emelie's eyes.

One thing he didn't want to hear that day. Emelie's eyes turned red. His heart was squeezed so hard. A circle of tears trickled down as his heart felt a deep sadness.

“Yang Mulia ...” Emelie said in a very clean tone.

“Don't be a bad woman. You've already put the King in a heart attack.” Damian tucked Emelie's hair behind his ear.

From a place not too far away. Zeroun overhears Emelie and Damian's conversation. The man looked the other way. He was not interested in helping Emelie at the time. He doesn't want to have any problems with Damian. For him his life was now quite calm.

“You must be lying Damian!” yelled Emelie not accept. The woman is not ready if the news that Damian said is true.

“You disgusting man!”

PLAKK!

One slap landed on Emelie's cheek. Leaving a reddish mark on his smooth face. Zeroun and Luke looked at Emelie's face. There was a hint of pity in Zeroun's heart, as the man saw that there was a persecuted will before his eyes. However, he still did not want to help Emelie.

“Give me that photo. This woman will never believe if we don't have proof.” Damian gave the order to the man who was with him. The man was seen taking out some photos of the King's funeral.

The man gave a few photos in front of Emelie. With trembling hands, Emelie received the photo. Look at the photo with a tear dam.

“Yang Mulia ..” Emelie was on the floor. The woman was crying so much. His breathing was really tight at that moment. He could no longer speak the word. There was only regret in his heart.

“Pardon Emelie, Your Majesty King.” Emelie placed the photos in front of her chest. The woman was crying. Her tears were pouring down hard.

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