My girlfriend, my sister's Assistant
Forced for your Good

The streets should be quiet when office hours begin to take effect again, but as if inhibiting the rate of Excel is also Rega who has not yet divided its current location makes Excel crisp. This young man, repeatedly slapped the middle of his wheel, or banged the back of his head on the back of the car seat.

Curiosity and also the expectations of Excel are huge. However, it was as great as the sense of disappointment and disbelief in his heart.

"If it's Micah, it means he...?"

Unable to continue the bad thoughts of Micah, Excel sighed once more. Throwing away prejudiced breaths.

Excel fingers rounded over his lips, as if to draw a conclusion.

"I have to see that woman. I'm sure it's him,"

Ting

Without distracting from the street in front of him, Excel grabbed the phone lying haphazardly. A notification from Rega, making Excel even more impatient to get to Tristan's residence.

As Excel had previously alleged, Tristan's house was on the other side of the city. Distant and exclusive. A young entrepreneur who wants his privacy more awake, while his freedom remains unlimited, even with his pleasure.

Although Excel and Tristan worked together quite a long time, but, they were not close enough personally. Tristan's innocence to the woman who made Excel reluctant to know Tristan outside the scope of work.

Not until 15 minutes, Excel has entered this elite residential area, there is no high fence, but the distance between houses is quite far. Until the intended house, Excel stops the car.

Rega ran small when he saw an Excel car stop right at the end of the page, alongside a team car from Star Media.

"A long time, Cel? Is there a problem with Jeje's departure?" Rega was holding the car door, Excel had just set one foot on the ground.

Excel tidied himself up and then stepped towards the house, without answering Rega. While clucking, Rega followed Excel's steps, although Excel usually ignored him, but this time Rega was really upset.

"Can't you, answer first if asked?"

Excel paused, glancing at Rega while exhaling. "It can, but wait till I check something,"

"You don't believe me?"

"Yes, I don't believe in one thing,"

Excel continued his steps, leaving Rega still staring at his best friend's back. Staring at him gently.

Seeing the arrival of Excel, the production team immediately saluted, and greeted. The set organizer explains the details of the completed set. However, not everything goes into the Excel catch, after all, in Rega's hands, everything must be as he wishes.

Excel eye beads running around looking for someone. Seen by him, Tristan was back and forth in the house. An expression he rarely saw as long as they worked together.

"Where's her boyfriend?" Excel nibbles his lips, before scooping them in disappointment. His hope fell for a moment.

"Is that not Micah? But the voice was very similar to her, should I just ask Tristan?"

"Cel," Just a step along, Rega stopped Excel. "That's Tristan's jewelry ad model."

Rega pointed to a woman who had just come out from inside Tristan's house.

"Angel?" Excel knuckles crimped in. "That's Tristan's lover?"

Angel is a top model who often stars in commercials for the Tristan company.

"really?" The views of the two clashed for a moment. "You sure that woman was Angel?"

Rega scratched the back of his head when he didn't know what to answer.

"Em, so look at Cel," Rega approached, but dared not look.

"I bet all my luck this time."

Excel's eye beads still scan the full face of Rega. Waiting, even if you believe or not in what Rega will say.

"So right here, there's only Tristan's personal assistant. We work under his direction. Yeah you know, I'm also intervening, so the call is still busy. Well, when I called you, out of nowhere, Tristan suddenly had a storm with his girlfriend, who refused to be his model, but Tristan insisted, be like now, Angel who had to be used again!"

Trying to stay calm and stare at Excel completely, Rega manages to finish his essay. True, but something remains hidden.

"For your sake, Cel! Sorry!"

"Yes that way!" Rega opened his hand into the air as Excel tilted his head. "Saranku, let's go back. Tristan is in the mood now! Give him time, anyway, he's agreed with my arrangement."

Excel takes a deep breath, throwing it away slowly. Once again, he saw Tristan, then turned to Rega again.

"Please, just this time, obey me!" pinta Rega in heart and over and over again.

Excel thought it was not good to ask about the woman Tristan loved at a time like this. After all, Excel can't be trite, which makes Tristan uncomfortable and suspicious. Worse, if it really was Micah, Tristan would definitely keep that woman off the radar of Excel.

"To be honest, I don't believe you, Ga! But, there is no benefit to me right now if it does not follow your advice. Or I've lost it all!"

Excel turned his bow away from Tristan's residence to the car Rega had taken over. Along with his team, they also left the venue immediately, after a brief discussion with Angel and Assistant Tristan.

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