Mr. Paralyzed's Bed
Chapter 37

Diego was standing in front of the glass fixing his collar, when the sound of knocking on the door was clearly heard in the ears, along with the heavy voice of Ashan who was calling his name. Hearing the voice of his mainstay men, Diego immediately told him to enter without much ado.

"You're standing again, sir?" ashan's protest recalled Diego's weakened leg last week.

"It was so noisy in the morning! What's up?" Diego glanced, staring at Ashan's slowly flat face.

But Ashan who is in the lyrics like that is silent fixated for a while. His gaze was flat, but slightly glared far ahead. Thinking of his master's radiant face. Then, a smile suddenly escaped from his face.

"You're laughing at me?" Diego turned his body to Ashan, then ruffled his waist.

"N-no, Sir. I just ... a little thought."

Diego lowered his hand and sat in a wheelchair. It seemed, his mood today was slightly warmed, unlike the cold outside weather, so he easily ignored Ashan's words.

The man who had followed Diego for a long time, did not think of anything strange. He could certainly guess the mood of his master easily.

"Send the waiter to prepare breakfast. Let him eat before he leaves" Diego said as Ashan pushed his wheelchair out of the room.

"Miss Aishe has been off to work since then, sir?"

Diego's expression changed immediately. He took a deep breath and let it out quickly. The atmosphere around him also turned cold. It's even colder than the weather outside.

Has he left? Even without breakfast? Ashan must have put a lot of pressure on him. You fucking man!

"He's gone?" ask Diego.

"Yes, Sir. We passed each other at the door." Without any suspicion, Ashan answered him casually.

We were? Since when are you so familiar?

Diego's forehead shriveled, almost fusing his eyebrows together. As her smile faded, the series on her face disappeared.

Ashan flinched in shock. How not, Asitane is one of the luxury restaurants that are a subscription to Diego. However, the location of the place was in the Maslak area. It takes about 1 hour and a half to get there, if commuting, at least 3 hours.

Instead of complaining, he thought further. Diego himself is not a man who likes to waste time on things that are not important. There must be something else until he does it, for example.

Ashan was not short of ideas. In order to bring home a dish that was still warm from the Asitane restaurant, he took out one of Diego's collection vehicles.

After Rehan came to pick up Diego. Ashan quickly reached into his pocket and contacted someone. Not for ten minutes, a helicopter flew low and went down in the backyard of the house.

The Eurocopter EC175 helicopter also known as the Airbus H175 is a mid-range utility helicopter made by Airbus Helicopters. This helicopter is able to roam at a speed of 300 KM/h, according to the price that can reach 7.9 Million US dollars. Therefore, this helicopter became one of Diego's valuable assets.

On the other hand, Rehan was driving at moderate speed, ensuring that Diego was comfortable sitting in the back seat.

"Sir, did you send Ashan to Greece again?" rehan asked a little surprised, because not usually Diego asked to be escorted to the office.

"No. He just went to get breakfast."

A breakfast?

BIN is still crowded and busy as usual, especially in the morning like this. But despite being busy, they still saluted when Diego arrived. Not a strange thing, even though the man was in a wheelchair and had long been out of office, but the charisma of leadership is still quite strong.

Diego and Rehan walk into the elevator and go to his study. The man had just entered, and a woman immediately came to give him a cup of coffee. But before the woman made it through the doorway, someone came to snatch the tray she was carrying.

"Sister's taste is still the same as it used to be."

A woman stood in front of Diego, putting a coffee cup on her desk. His brownish hair decomposes freely, the color of his eyeballs is in line with his hair. Her deep mate makeup and red lipstick, gave her a mature impression.

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