My Rich Husband's
Part 82's

“Now let miss Diora rest first.” Sophie invited everyone out of the room.

“Wait ...” Davis stops Sophie. “You have to try again until he wakes up, my wife has not eaten one day, she will have stomach pain later if too long unconscious and not eating,” he added anxiously.

Sophie smiled at Davis and said, “I have changed the infusion sir, it is a substitute for nutritional intake as long as your wife has not been awake.” He only replaced because Diora had been fitted with an infusion by the doctor who examined her yesterday.

George who heard the silly words of his best friend could only breathe and shake his head. If there was no one else, maybe he'd be snapping at Davis's shameful head by now. He gestured to Davis with his eyes for the man to come out, because there was something they had to talk about.

They also left Diora who was still happy in her comfort zone.

“Hey, rough lady!” George greeted with his feet he used to slowly kick Gabby's foot wrapped in the shoes, and both hands were in the pocket of the pants.

“What!” Gabby stomped on George again for the second time, making the man grimace as the stampede this time was stronger than the first. He did not accept his leg kicked, although slowly but still he thought it was disrespectful.

“You, take Sophie to her room, and whatever you want,” George brightly with his cold tone and expression again. He endured the pain in his legs, because he did not want to look lost what else in front of women.

Gabby snorted loudly, then raised her hand. “Mana,” ketusnya.

George who did not understand Gabby meant to frown. “What?”

“The key is, what do you think ha!” snapped Gabby with her fierce face.

“You, ask to the receptionist!” reply George no less ketus.

Gabby fattened her teeth, staring intently at her with her delinquent eyes at the pesky man who invited her to speak. Highlight his eyes as if describing ‘i hate you’. And immediately invite Sophie to waltz away leaving two men who always stick like chicks and their mothers.

After the departure of the two beautiful women, a pair of friends who both have elephant trunks began to look for a place to talk seriously.

“Why don't you find as much detailed information as you can about Diora?” upset Davis while turning on his match to turn on a stick of nicotine that he had not smoked for four days.

“I've searched for as much detail as possible, it looks like something is wrong with your family,” reply George while playing cigarette smoke into the letter o.

Davis looked at his best friend. George, too, looked at him. For a moment their eyes clashed, perhaps if one of them was a woman, it would definitely fall in love immediately stared at by the sharp eyes of a handsome man.

“Do you think the same as me?” say them simultaneously.

“You first.” Davis gave his best friend permission to say what he thought. Then turned his face to look back at the expanse of sea in front of him.

“I think, he is not the biological child of the Dawson family, it is impossible for his parents to torture and even intend to sell it,” said George.

“It turns out you're as thoughtful as I am, is your next hypothesis the same as I thought?” The eyes of the pair of friends clashed with each other again, then both of them simultaneously nodded their heads at the sign that they had the same thought.

“If Diora wasn't Dawson's biological child, why would she use the surname?” Davis seemed curious.

“Name is just a formality, does not guarantee anything,” explained George.

“You found out about the Dawson family, even though you had to search the dark web,” Davis said absolutely indisputable.

“Hmm,” reply George short and lazy, fortunately no time limit given.

“I'm back in the room, save my wife alone.” Davis immediately stood up, flicked his hands to clean his trousers from the beach sand, then sauntered back to the villa.

George snorted loudly, far away he from Finland would only be left alone on the beach by his best friend.