My Bride, Amazing
Chapters 87. On the verge of destruction
“What? What are you talking about now, huh? The digital trail is already strong evidence for how cheap you are!” shouted Madam Wandana gripped the chest of the Maharani dress until her body was lifted.
Maharani has become increasingly weak, he cannot and does not dare to fight. Just crying and feeling crumpled all over her body due to the rampage of Madam Wandana.
“Gatel is so! Though already have a man is still a seductive man! Your greedy woman yes!” Madam Wandana was still not satisfied, she slapped Maharani's cheek many times. Both knees were against Maharani's stomach.
The face of the Maharani is no longer shaped. Bruises, bruises, blood began to flow in both corners of his lips. The hair that was carried neatly is now scattered and very disheveled.
Mrs Wandana never messes around. She will kill any woman who seduces her husband.
“Aduh, very painful look at it. No heart, but how about it,” muttered one of the guests.
“Karma is real, just wait for the right time anyway. After years of new unravel,” said the other.
They do not want to miss this opportunity, immediately take their respective phones to take pictures, also they the incident.
“Mrs Wandana, cool. Your support! Basmi pelakor,” muttered other guests but did not dare to speak loudly while his fingers formed love in the middle of the camera that leads to Madam Wandana.
“Means never nenggenggol Madam Wandana, tau taste ‘kan finally. He said foster father, it turns out …. Ckckck!”
“Mrs Wandana, exemplary legal wife!”
Both of Fauzan's legs were squeezed and sitting on the floor leaning against the wall. His throat feels dry. He took off his suit button and loosened the tie wrapped around his shirt collar.
Khansa was still sitting in the corner and grinning coldly while enjoying the dessert that was held in front of her.
After being satisfied to beat Maharani, Madam Wandana breezed away just like that. Her steps were graceful despite her sinister face. Arief immediately ran after his wife.
Jihan who had been fixated to see her mother being run over like that, immediately ran towards the Empress after Madam Wandana actually came out of the hall.
“Mother, ah how. Help u! Dad, please help mom dong. Don't get it!” yell Jihan scared. Maharani fainted on the spot. However, Fauzan did not feel any pity at all. Fauzan just kept quiet.
Jihan rushed to call her family driver. He ran outside while giving a glance.
“Pak driver! Please help me get to the car! Take us home!” jihan exclaimed after finding his family driver.
“Good, Miss!” replied the driver immediately took the car and parked it right in the hotel lobby.
Jihan came back in, called some servants to help lift her mother up.
“Please help lift my mother! Please!” pinta Jihan paled while kneeling beside her mother.
A few male servants looked at each other first, they were like they were giving each other codes. Not seeing any movement at all, Jihan looked up, “Come please! You want to report to the police that my mother is okay, huh? You want this hotel and this EO tainted for abandoning the sick?” his pekiknya stared one by one the men in uniform around him.
Finally they want to help bring the Maharani into the car. After the two entered, the car immediately darted away leaving the hotel.
Fauzan waved his hand, giving instructions to EO to end the event. Guests began to scatter out of the room still with a warm conversation memgenai Maharani. Fauzan was still on the floor. His head throbbed violently as he thought of his future fate. Khansa smiled at the sight.
“Dad, enjoy,” muttered Khansa played the glass in her hand. His eyes grinned coldly.
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After a long moment of contemplation, Fauzan stood on the wall behind him. The atmosphere was already very quiet. Only the remaining EO began to clean up their decorations.
With gontai steps, Fauzan walked towards the parking lot. He decided to go home. Along the way, his phone rang. Many incoming calls and message notifications are ignored. He was afraid of losing control while driving.
Fauzan stopped his car in the courtyard. His chest still rumbled violently. He took the phone and opened it.
It turned out that some calls and messages from his personal secretary. “Master, please check email immediately. It's important!” The message of his personal secretary.
Fauzan's eyes widened. His heart pounded violently. His wide hands firmly gripped the phone. His fingers switched to open the connected email on his phone. Many companies stopped their cooperation because of the dishonor of the Empress.
Several companies also stopped investing in Isvara for the same reason.
Fauzan found the headlines, that now he and Maharani are trending topics throughout the virtual world.
“Damn you Maharani!” the thrill of hitting the steering wheel of the car.
Some commenters have called Fauzan stupid. They criticize very strongly.
“Fauzan base is aja who is stupid for being lied to all this time. Don't-don't Jihan is not her real child tuh.”
“He was so stupid to be followed by his own wife for so many years.”
“Wah looks like Fauzan has to do a DNA test anyway, to make sure Yenny and Jihan are really his kids. Don't be unclear anymore his father.”
“Maybe Khansa should also DNA test as well. She ‘kan all this time in son thresher.”
Fauzan got out of his car. With long strides, Fauzan walked into the house still overwhelmed with emotion. He slammed the car door and walked in with firm and quick steps.
Fauzan banged on the main door hard. Not turning on the bell. Maid rushed to open the door in a hurry. At the sight of Fauzan, a little jumped up as his face turned red and his gaze looked extremely sinister.
“Aaaarrrgghh! Goddamnit!” Fauzan breezed in while cursing.
He kicked the urn that became a display in the living room while walking. That thing broke on the floor. The maids ran and approached. They were terrified to see Fauzan's anger.
“All because of you Empress! You ruined my reputation!” the screech boomed while throwing all the items on the buffet until it fell to the floor.
The house was like a warship being destroyed by an opposing team. Fauzan continued walking while throwing neatly arranged items. Fractional sounds, inevitable collisions again.
Until his steps reached the middle room, a television of 40 inches did not escape the fury of Fauzan. Crushed was scattered on the floor.
“Master why?” said the maids full of questions.
“So the mistress came home with a terrible condition, continue now the lord is raging like a doormat,” continued another maid.
They have not been able to open the news that is virall, therefore do not know the family problem.
While in the room, the Maharani was conscious. But his condition is very weak. He could not get out of bed because he was beaten by Mrs Wandana earlier.
Both of his legs were bruised, his back slammed to the floor seemed to be quite badly injured. His face was swollen full of bruises.
“Bu, thank God you are aware,” said Jihan grasped her mother's hand.
“Aw, Ji. Mom's hand hurts,” moans Maharani. His hand was stepped on using heels by Mrs Wandana.
“I .. yes, sorry, Mom. So sweet Jihan to unconscious.” In a hurry, Jihan put her mother's hand again.
Suddenly the door opened violently. The two women jumped in shock when they saw Fauzan in disarray with clenched hands and giddy eyes walking towards them.
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