My Husband Perfect's
CHAPTER 29.

In the American country.

There were two men in a room that dominated the white color.

The other man was lying on the patient's bed, the other man was standing looking at the lying man.

"Sister, are you sure?" ask the man standing.

Haha.

The question was instead met with booming laughter by the man called the older brother.

"You're so weird, Glen. Obviously plastic surgery on my face is what I want, and you stupidly ask me that." The man smiled as he mocked the man named Glen.

"Sorry, Brother. I'm just making sure."

"Well! never mind." The man flicked his hand as if Glen's apology wasn't important. "Have you paid for all his administration." The man stared intently at Glen.

"Already, Brother. Another hour of plastic surgery on your face will be done." Glen explained.

Ahaha!

"I can't wait to see my face after surgery." The man spread his arms, he was so happy.

"Glens." The man stopped laughing, and turned to look at Glen intently. "When I'm in recovery after surgery, you mustn't forget the task I've been assigned."

"Supervise the target I've shown you!" continue to say the man firmly.

The cold, clutching chill was felt all around Glen, and he could only nod his head.

And seeing Glen nod obediently, the man again laughed loudly, as if he had gotten a new game that could be squandered.

Huhah!

After a satisfied laugh, the man flicked his hand to drive Glen away from the room.

Glen took a heavy breath as soon as he got out of there, now he's walking somewhere he's going, which definitely isn't in the hospital, which just makes him unappreciated.

Glen got into his car and immediately took it darting away.

The man with a stern face had a slight sideburn on his cheek, and the blue eyes now stopped his car at a hotel.

Glen walked into the hotel, and headed straight for the floor he wanted to go to.

On arrival at the door of the room, a beautiful woman opened the door from the inside.

"Hey, Glen. You're coming." The woman put her hand around Glen's neck.

For a second, the two kissed each other's lips.

"gbln ... You're naughty" said the spoiled woman as Glen bit her lip.

Glen chuckled as he took off the woman's hand that was coiled around his neck. "I have an important assignment, Jasmine." Glen walked towards the sofa chair.

Glen sat down on the sofa chair then looked at Jasmine who was sitting next to him.

"I'm going to Indonesia."

"What!"

Jasmine was surprised by his eyes until it was wide-eyed. "You're serious!"

"Of course." Glen pulled the corner of his lips slightly.

Jasmine shook her head. "You don't want to take me?" Jasmine's face was made sad.

Glen chuckled as his hand rubbed Jasmine's cheek and then kissed the red lips at a glance. "I'll tell you to follow me to Indonesia."

Jasmine let out a long breath. "Well, if you need my help then call me right away."

Glen blinked in response.

"What's the job, Glen? Don't you want to tell me?" jasmine asked again, he was so curious, that Glen had to go to Indonesia. If there is no big mission, Glen might not have to go to Indonesia, Jasmine thought.

"Secret," Glen replied as he chuckled.

"Gee!" Jasmine snorted in annoyance.

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At the hospital, Glen waited for his older brother who was currently in the operating room for his facial surgery.

Glen sat alone in front of the operating room looking at a picture of a girl whose face looked innocent and beautiful in her mobile gallery, a photo given by her brother a few days ago.

"Can I do it" murmured Glen.

The girl's sincere smile in the photo instantly made a Glen doubtful. Either because it's not there, or because there's another reason.

"If it wasn't for my return I wouldn't have done this," Glen told himself, Glen let out a long sigh and then saved his phone back.

Glen recalled a few years ago when he was injured by being shot by an enemy, he was then helped by a man and taken to the hospital.

The man who helped her financed her entire hospital expenses until Glen was completely healed.

And the one who helped him finally thought of Glen as his sister, and would one day ask Glen for help to solve the problem he had.

Glen could not resist the person's wishes, as he felt he owed his life because he had been helped.

Glen could not imagine what it would be like if it was not helped by that person.

His body, which was a lot of gunshot wounds, and grateful still given a chance to live.