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George Lonen's torture case remains the most heated topic. Because, information and evidence have been stated its authenticity, but international law is still silent. It is as if justice is in the hands of the powerful. Glen Johnson will never stop working. He'll find the bright spot of this complicated case.

Lots of comments and compliments. Where Glen Johnson never tired to reveal all his opinions on the problem of George Lonen's captivity.

Thelio himself had yet to show his face. The man was hiding in houses or maybe underground. Albarracin became Thelio's territory. Everyone who comes in and out gets close supervision.

"Find the latest video of George Lonen's torture." Glen Johnson said by phone.

Without speaking, but a message came in through his email. "Condition now can't be, sir. Because Thelio himself is watching the strict guard here." Glen's man.

Glen was grieving. "The video you sent is an old video. If it continues, then the public will again comment that what I'm saying is just a defense of George's death, not a genuine rescue."

"I'll try." Reply using messages.

Glen hang up on that phone. His head he was holding, dizzy himself with the case of George Lonen who had many contravenes.

Because of dizziness, Glen contacted his best friend, Abama. Invite him to meet at Bar Walch. Glen wants to drink, until the dizziness increases and over time will disappear. I really want to faint. Good thing the money Abama gave was worth a penthouse. So it is not a big problem, if you have to resist dizziness.

****

Just now Glen wanted to sit back, and ordered one woman Abama had already spoken to. If Abama had spoken, then all that came out of the man's mouth was orders and orders.

"Tomorrow me and Alexandra will go to Albarracin. You tighten the guard there. Attack Thelio through the evidence you get. I'd like the process to be completed next month, and you'll be found in court." Tell Abam to sip the orange whiskey he ordered.

"Wait for Abama. I haven't given you an important report yet. My head broke just so you know! This case is full of people with money. If there is money, then the path is smooth. Plus Thelio already had an insider there. Could've just dated me there."

"What's your report, Glen? I hate pleasantries."

"The evidence I sent was a question for them. Where it happened a year ago. George Lonen is probably dead. What they need is new evidence and the whereabouts of George Lonen as a victim. Thelio had also bribed them. As a result, questions turned back about me! Our mission to save George Lonen is gone, because he's dead, so what's there to do?"

"Prepare tickets to Albarracin. Don't want all the papers you need to be ready."

"Babama!! Please, I'm dizzy. You have a secretary. Use the boy well."

"He's been ordered to protect the company. It's time you worked fast and agile. I paid you dearly, must be of use and function." Abama was indifferent, and went back to drinking his whiskey.

"****!!" Glen Umbrella.

"Solve everything in thirty minutes!" Shouted Glen over the phone.

Abama smiled cynically, then pulled out a cigar from behind his suit. Bite it on the left and then take the fire bat. He suctioned strongly, and he exhaled slowly. Thick smoke surrounded his face now.

"Your problem can be solved quickly. Send us a recording of George Lonen's voice talking to your men. Cut his words, do not let you publish them all. Take a word please, along with evidence of George Lonen's cctv torture chamber. There's no need for George, the important date and year is new."

"I had a chance to talk to my men there. But Thelio already knows our movements. Everyone who was there was being watched closely, right down to his family."

"Find out the reason why Thelio wants to work with FeYier Group. I've guessed, but I also need hard evidence."

Glen nodded, sipping his wine greedily.

"When are we going to move, Abama?" Ask Glen.

"Wait until Alexandra and I get home from Albarracin."

"How long will you be there? George Lonen will die if you linger." Chirps Glen is upset.

"Will not die. I need Erial's support. But the man was difficult to cooperate with" said Abama, exhaling high smoke.

"That's because you're a prick. While Erial himself upholds women." Glen Johnson rolled his eyes lazily.

****

Yasie opened her thighs wide, looking down until her back curved. Sucking vape the price of hundreds of millions of it, until run aground. Then vaporize the smoke into the free air. The taste of nicotine burned through the electrical conductor makes it float, delicious.

"How's your job, you idiot?" Ask Yasie. Staring with annoyance at his incompetent men.

There used to be Rendy who swiftly gave him a lot of information. What a pity, the colossal man was already dead on his head by Abama. In conclusion, Abama knew about Yasie spying on him. Idiotical. The pain is now boiling in his heart.

She is jealous of Abama who prefers to sleep with other women rather than herself. Shouldn't Abama understand the pain? Now the question arises. Was the oath Abama made before God a lie? Damn it.

"Mr Abama just commuted from the office to the apartment near his office, Madam." Said, lowered.

"How many times has he been to the bar this week?" Ask Yasie.

"Three times, Madam. I see Mr. Abama is confused. He was often alone in his old apartment. Not as usual who often wora-wiri out."

Nodding, "does the company have a problem?" Yasie muttered, biting his finger. If FeYier Group has a problem. Then automatically the injection of funds in his company will shrink. Can roll and fall later.

No money to hire a man? Itching for two whole days!.

"At the bar, he hired a woman?" Ask Yasie.

The man nodded, "yes Madam. Mr. Abama hired two women. The others are Yuli, and Anita. They're all people inside Walch's bar. Not a stranger, like yesterday."

"July? I obviously can't touch her, she works under Abama fittingly. For Anita, kill her. Just make him overdose. For the plan I leave it to you." Yasie's orders, throw one wad of money at the man. He took it and put it in his bag.

Yasie stood up, throwing his vape at the origin of the floor. Facing directly at the man. He approached, and tiptoed.

"Who are you?" He asked, looking into his eyes. The man's face was covered in a cloth mask with his clothes tightly sealed.

"Your subordinate, Madam." He said firmly, answering Yasie's question.

Yasie chuckled a little. "alright. As long as you're always successful in your duties, it's still worth your feet stepping on this floor."

"Good mistress. Excuse me." Go with his firm steps. Open the door and shut it again.

His eyes again glanced at the cctv. Smile behind the mask you are wearing.

Inside Yasie again picked up his vape, filling it with liquid Vape banana flavor. Make sure the battery's still, and he's closed. Sucking again strongly until it produces smoke in the air-conditioned room.

Yasie's mind was twitching. Where he feels like a stupid, doormat. He alone led Abama to a betrayal. He himself made Abama love him, to make the man fight hard to be with him, a businessman's daughter.

Abama Yasie's efforts have been incredible. It was even able to keep up with Yasie's own company. But unfortunately, Abama is too greedy to make all directors transfer their shares to the company Abama. His father—Sandro made stress with a drastic stock decline.

Plus one more problem that almost drove Yasie crazy. Namely when the money in his savings almost runs out, even to hire a man there is nothing at all. He was dizzy, to do disgusting actions. While Abama at that time was busy with company affairs. Already reluctant to touch him, and began to be indifferent.

This was the beginning of the rift between Yasie and Abama. For Yasie, Abama's love had indeed been lost ever since he became rich. And for Abama, it was Yasie who made her choose to erase that love. The relationship they are in is just paper.

It should have been from the beginning of the rift, both of them had started to solve the problem. Not even confessing to each other as victims. A relationship, in the absence of a clear foundation of communication. Then crack.

Free on the pile of love as much as Mount Everest, if only not planted with many trees. It can collapse, and is just a messy land scattered everywhere. Gives revenge, to seek each other's gain.

Position changed. To survive for the nominal recovery of the company's profits or to release, and to give up some of its assets are destroyed. And, well. It will all come back to human greed. Treasures.

SERIATE.....