
“Where are Adrian and Naomi? It's been three days they didn't come home.” Camila's grandmother asked a waiter who had just come to bring her breakfast.
Since arguing with Naomi some time ago, women with gray hair was indeed more often breakfast in the park. Naomi often insinuates herself, and now she is longing for her ignorant granddaughter-in-law.
“I don't know, Mistress. Maybe they're staying in an apartment. Mr. Adrian is indeed often stay there,” replied the waiter hesitated.
Previously all residents of the house had been given direction by Bruno, so that the big lady should not know about Naomi's disappearance. Fear will affect his health.
“Quick contact Adrian and ask to bring Naomi here. I miss that bad boy so much.”
“Good, Mistress. I'll call Bruno later and pass on your message.”
“No need to tell Bruno. Direct to Adrian only!” his orders are non-negotiable.
“Mr is not being contacted, Madam. Maybe it's busy. After the business is done, they will definitely go home.”
Grandma breathed a long breath. Look at the breakfast menu lazily. Usually, there will be Naomi who accompanies her breakfast in the park. Talk about anything while arguing small. Then laugh together after grandma loses the debate.
“Ah, I really miss Naomi.”
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Naomi's search that had been hidden from the public finally smelled the media. There are various speculations in the society. A number of gossip accounts were busy making posts about Naomi and Adrian. Even gossip shows on some TV stations also reported this.
Adrian has threatened the media to stop highlighting Naomi's disappearance. However, the news has already spread in the community. Naomi has been trending in just a few days.
On the other hand, the search continues without stopping. All access to get out of the city was strictly checked.
“Have you heard the news about the disappearance of Mr Adrian Marx's wife?” ask one of the women who was queuing at a food stall, at the train station.
“I heard. But isn't that just a rumor? Some sources say that Mr. Marx's wife is only on vacation to somewhere.”
“Looks like it's just a diversion issue to cover up the real situation,” said one of the other women. “Do you know, Miss Naomi's older sister is a gigolo.”
The other two women were flabbergasted while closing their mouths as if in disbelief. “Really? Know where?”
“Yeah, what a shame. The distinguished Marx family has a daughter-in-law a gigolo's sister.”
They seem concerned. “I'm sure Miss Naomi left because not strong to bear shame.”
“True also.”
Not far from them was a woman with a hoodie standing in the front row while exhaling a rough breath.
“Please provide two meat sandwich and one cup green tea.”
“Good, Miss. Wait a minute.”
Huh, I would love to squeeze their mouths.
Naomi rubbed her chest slowly. The tip of his eyes glanced at the three women who were whispering to each other. Then closed his eyes to unravel the anger that controlled his heart.
“Nona, this is your order. Everything is ten dollars,” said the woman standing inside the store.
Naomi took out a piece of money from inside the bag. Some days, he lives from the results of selling diamond necklaces given Adrian some time ago. The diamond necklace that once pissed him off was half dead. The necklace is actually for Haylea, and Adrian accidentally asks Naomi to use it to upset Haylea.
Just as Naomi was handing over the money sheet to the tavern owner, her attention had already been diverted to the newly arrived herd of men. He sharpened his vision.
“It looks like I've seen them, but where?” Naomi sharpens her brain. A moment later, memories began to appear in his mind. “Yes, that's the uniform I saw when I visited Mr. Adrian's office. Finish my history if they find me.”
“Nona?” call the shopkeeper woman, make Naomi aware.
“Emh, sorry. Here's the money, just take the change,” he said, then hurry away.
Naomi breaks through the sea of humans that fill the station. Covering his head with a hat to disguise his face. Naomi's steps suddenly stopped when she looked at the man who was standing upright with his back to her.
Makes his whole body tremble.
“Tu-lord Adrian?”
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