My Rich Husband's
The Part 19
“Congratulations former sultan who returned to be the real sultan.” George patted Davis on the shoulder as congratulations on achieving the ambition achieved after ten years.
“All thanks to you too and your ex-boyfriend! if he doesn't incise wounds, then there's no cold, unforgiving, fearless George The arrogant man was very pleased with the new nature of his best friend. Since then, George has always been able to carry out all the work and the word Davis quickly and without any mistakes. Even his strength had now become stronger, he had always vented his frustration into the sport.
“I can't wait for tomorrow, I want to have Diora soon.” Her sense of obsession surfaced again after seeing Diora's smile on her phone's wallpaper.
“Whatever you can do,” said George.
“Of course, don't call me Drake Davis Dominique if you can't get what I want.” A confident grin flared on Davis' handsome face.
“I'll prepare the bait tomorrow,” bargain George. He was ready to contact someone to find a bait.
“No need! I've prepared a suitable bait for tomorrow,” Davis refused. He has arranged everything neatly, even the deal with the prospective bait he has done before leaving for a business trip.
“Who?” asked George curiously.
“Dia.” Flat objects bearing the logo of an apple human bite mark containing a photo of someone was shown to a man who was shrouded in curiosity.
“I will take care of it,” stressed George, then send the person's photo and mobile number to his phone to make it easier to coordinate.
“You're getting deft now,” praise Davis. He didn't have to give orders, George knew what he had to do.
“Thank you for your praise,” reply is cold.
“Come back to your room, tomorrow we will travel without rest,” Davis said.
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The sound of an alarm deliberately turned on by a man with a new status of singles was disturbing his deep sleep. Not long ago he fell asleep, just three hours from the distance of his eyes closed. No cock or sunlight that sniffed between the glass of his hotel room.
He stretched his muscles, then prepared to wake up his friend.
“You are ready apparently,” he said. Enter Davis's room and get her best friend dressed. “It turns out you're so excited today.”
“There is no reason for me not to be excited,” Davis said while wearing Dolce and Gabbana branded sunglasses to cover his sharp eyes.
“It is expected that you and your rivals will arrive at Helsinki airport simultaneously.” George gave the information while taking out their luggage.
“Hmmm.” Short answers are always issued when lazy to answer.
Now they're on Davis' private jet, just one week he bought it. He used to rent private jets, but not anymore. Shame if the company is already the largest but does not have a personal vehicle to support his business trip.
The flight takes place from Frankfurt Airport to Helsinki Airport for two hours.
Sturdy and sturdy legs of the two men who were always together were stomping on the airport marble floor with their definite steps. The melodious sound of the pantofel from the pounding of the shoe echoed along with the voice of the woman who informed the schedule of departure and arrival of the plane.
“Do I have to pull the force now?” ask George. He understands Davis' heart condition is burning with jealous fire to see a couple hugging their protection.
“Leave them alone, before they can't do that again,” Davis replied coldly. Leaving the airport.