Mr Trap. Coldhearted
The Part 100
The secret agent further cut the distance with Edbert. And now he's right next to the patient's bed.
“String your face to me!” edbert's Edbert.
The secret agent did not respond with a speech, simply bowing his body until his ears were in front of Edbert's face. But, suddenly the fierce-faced man with tattoos all over the body pulled the collar of the shirt he was wearing.
“That woman is really dead or not?” edbert asked right in the hearing sense of his rental secret agent.
“Possibly not yet, it's just my speculation. If he died in the sea, surely shortly after the incident will be found the body or at least signs of death. But, for three years, nothing was obtained,” explained the secret agent as he stared bravely into Edbert's face.
“So, now where is the woman?”
“Possibly she was kidnapped by someone. But the kidnapper must have been smart for not leaving the slightest hint of suspicious.”
Edbert took off the clutches on the secret agent's shirt by pushing the man he paid dearly for the information away from his side. “Find the woman until she gets it! I don't want to know! If you need to, you can find the person who wants to have her face surgically removed to be exactly like the person Gerald was looking for!”
The secret agent straightened the body. He showed no weakness. “During this time did not immediately give you the search results because I was trying to find that person.”
“Good, continue your search, or you did my idea.” Edbert shook his hand to drive the secret agent out of his sight.
The man who worked illegally bowed his head and left Edbert's ward.
Edbert's lips instantly reviewed the smile as he felt there was little hope of destroying Cathleen's household with Gerald. “Don't call me the owner of everything if you don't get my woman back,”. He was very confident that he would succeed in ensnaring his lover again. So far he has never failed to get everything he wants, only Cathleen is very difficult to be imprisoned.
Although the relationship with the husband has shown little progress, but Cathleen still spent time during the weekends in the company. It's just that his mood is better now.
Cathleen was not afraid of being forcibly withdrawn or being snared by Edbert anymore. Because, Gerald has said he will take care of it even though it can not be twenty-four hours because their activities are different.
But at least, there was always a time that was deliberately set aside for the two. Either just to eat together, chat for a while, or another approach that is still in the early stages of introductions.
Cathleen's phone suddenly rang, indicating someone was contacting. He immediately stopped work that had to focus on the monitor. She turned her gaze to the smaller screen and read there was her husband's name there. Automatically the hand raises the call.
“Ya, Ge?” greet Cathleen with a happy-sounding voice. It could be said this was the first time Gerald had called first.
“You so shopping after work?” ask Gerald. Earlier this morning Cathleen said goodbye, his wife said she was going home late because she wanted to buy necessities in their apartment.
“So you want to drop something?” tawar Cathleen's.
“No, I just want to ask,” reply Gerald. “You set out to drive your own car?” He just deflected with a new question.
“Yes, what is it? Tumben once you ask like that.”
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...Want the Gege mode, the trick will pick you up if you do not bring a car. But your own car naek wkwkwkwk kacian deh Gege, failed mode. You really don't want to melt it ice. Let it cool more immediately, save no need to buy a refrigerator...