My Sexy Little Wife's
Chapter 62: SHE IS ERINA, SIR!
“Don't make me repeat my question! Quickly answer!” Adrian half snapped as Alexa fell silent with a paled face.
The woman's body was trembling. Now Adrian unsheathed a sharp look that seemed able to tear his body. Even Alexa's lips look hard to move because of her nervousness.
If Erina is Miss Naomi, then rumors are circulating that Mr. Adrian Marx's wife who ran away is true.
“Ma-forgive me, Mr.” Alexa wakes up from the daydream. His head kept bowing. It is as if you are choosing the right word to give as an answer. Because if you answer wrongly, his life and career may end that very second.
Adrian's heavy-sounding breath made the woman ventured to raise her head.
“If the woman in the photo is your wife, she is Erina Malvina. The janitor I fired earlier,” he replied in a disjointed voice.
Like being stung by high-voltage electricity, Adrian felt his body tremble. The man was silent in place like he was losing his mind.
“You sure?” tanyanya wants to make sure.
Alexa nodded quickly. “Iya, Sir. Im sorry. I really don't recognize Miss Naomi. He also uses a different name. Does Miss Naomi also not know that this company is yours?”
Adrian did not answer. He was still trying to unravel the shock that made his entire body stiff. Moments after being able to regain consciousness, regardless of Alexa's questions, he ran out. Alexa followed him.
“What Erina has gone?” alexa asked some of the janitors who were working.
They looked quite surprised at the sudden turn of the question. Especially now there is the big boss who is researching every part of the room.
“Erina? He was gone about ten minutes ago, Miss,” he replied.
Adrian started to rouse. As fast as the lightning light he ran towards the office courtyard. Naomi is invisible. There were only a few staff who looked at him in wonder.
"You guys seen a woman named Erina?"
"No, Sir."
“Naomi!” he screamed a few times. But Naomi is gone. Adrian glanced at Alexa who kept following behind. “You know where the address is?”
“I don't know, Sir. But we can ask for data from the personnel section,” said Alexa.
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Armed with the information he got, Adrian rushed to the address listed on Erina Malvina's personal data. A woman who according to Alexa is very similar to Adrian's wife. Even all office employees also justify.
Dusk had changed in the evening when several luxury sedans stopped right in a modest residential area. Adrian hurriedly got out of the car, even before the driver opened the door.
Some residents were surprised and wondered. Some are approaching, some are just staring from their homes.
Adrian stared at a simple house not far from him. A little relief spread in the heart when he saw one of the lights on, which marked the presence of residents in the house.
"Are you sure this is his house?" adrian asked his driver.
"Yes, Sir. The address corresponds to what Miss Erina Malvina says."
Adrian took a deep breath, then stepped towards the door hesitantly. His hand was raised to knock on the door.
He was silent for a moment waiting for the speech.
“Naomi ...,” call Adrian. “It's me. Unlock door. I'm here to pick you up.”
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