My Rich Husband's
The Part 38
Meanwhile, nightfall in a cartel heavily guarded by many burly bodyguards was scattered outside and inside.
Two people seem to be having a serious conversation. The man named Lord who was not young anymore but still looked fit, and someone he called G2.
“Is there a problem with Diora? Until you come here,” asked Lord while sipping his cigar and throw the smoke with origin.
“Danzel Diora's lover, caught sleeping with a woman who is still sealed,” bright G2, sitting casually on the rooftop sofa where they are talking at this time.
“Danzel is a good person, and I have made sure it is good .. where might he do it,” elak Lord does not stare at G2 in the slightest.
“People who look good are not necessarily good right,” claws G2. He agreed with what God said.
“Bedebah .. if it is true that he betrayed Diora, I will finish and chop the bird,” the beaver Lord clenched his hands and threw away the origin of the cigar.
“If you do that, surely Diora will hate you,” G2 said as she opened the pizza box. “I think Danzel was framed by someone,” guess G2. He picked up a pizza ordered by God at his request.
“Who would dare to trap him?” The Lord asked by staring at the G2 whose mouth was filled with pizza.
“My hypothesis leads to the crafty woman, because she has used and lied to Diora many times, even claiming to be Diora,” G2 bright while chewing.
“How dare he do that to Diora!” furious Lord with glaring eyes.
“But there seems to be someone helping him from behind,” chirps G2 full of confidence, making Lord curious.
“How can you know?” god asked curiously, then sat down before G2 to hear the details of the story.
“How about Diora? Is she okay?” The Lord asked with a tone full of worry, even a worried face was engraved clearly on his face.
“Of course it's not good, has anyone ever been heartbroken alright?” sneer G2 in a slightly irritated tone. “Even he cried constantly and asked Danzel to be responsible for marrying that crafty woman,”.
“You took him out on a walk, shifted his mind so as not to be alarmed by his sadness. If he refuses, just force him,” pinta Lord full of supplications.
“The streets also need capital times,” cycled G2, hoping to be given money by Lord.
“I have transferred,” said Lord, putting back his phone after making a transaction with mobile banking.
“Wahh .. thanks papa.” The G2 currency sparkled to see the nominal money that had just entered on the notification of his phone, amounting to two hundred thousand euros.
“Ya .. spend the money, you can take him shopping or culinary tour,” proposed Lord with ease, that much money like nothing.
“Will I set.” G2 said back to his apartment because there was nothing to talk about anymore.
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A woman was looking at the night sky from her balcony, the cold air that was slipping onto her skin as if it did not bother her. The problems of life that he is facing are very confusing making decisions.
“Do I have to accept her invitation to get married?” diora muttered. “But I don't love her, how can I marry someone I don't love,”.