My Sexy Little Wife's
Chapter 85: Naomi Claire's True Self!
Iriana's mother was dumbfounded looking at a man about in his 40s who was bowing respectfully before her. Followed by the presence of several other men in the back. Their clothes are very neat and elegant. The face looks quite friendly.
“Sorry if our arrival surprises you, Mrs.” The polite sentence became the first greeting Iriana received. Dissolved in surprise, he never replied. “I'm Max Hubbel, messenger from Prince Hugo. Came here to meet Mr. Adrian Marx.”
“Please sit down first, Mr.” He pointed at the living room chair, so they sat together. “Adrian is my son. If you can know, what needs are there until the government looks for it?”
“This is closely related to Miss Naomi Claire.”
A deep frown was visible on the woman's forehead. “Naomi? What's wrong with that woman?”
“We want to make sure what is true, Miss Naomi Claire, is Ken Claire's sister whom Mr Marx saved from someone named Madam Leova?”
“That's true, sir. But ... what's the problem until the palace looks for him?”
“Nona Naomi Claire is probably Princess Isabel who was kidnapped by a palace maid when she was two years old. The kingdom sent me to ensure this,”. “Therefore, I would like to meet Mr. Adrian Marx and also Miss Naomi Claire.”
Like being struck by lightning in broad daylight, Mother Iriana felt a violent tremor suddenly strike her body. His eyes glared in disbelief. The surrounding air was slowly feeling cold, to make his body bristle. Don't forget his face that suddenly lost color.
“Na-Naomi was ...” her speech was cut in midair, making the man before her nod quickly.
“This is a possibility, Madam. We must meet immediately with Mr. Marx and his wife to prove.”
Mother was back. He rubbed his face over and over again in order to restore his senses that flew out of nowhere.
One minute ....
Three minutes ....
Five minutes ....
He sculpted.
“Mrs ... Mistress ...,” call the man, make Iriana's mother come back to her senses.
“I'm sorry, Sir. I was just surprised,” he said staggered. He flicked his hands in front of his face to get enough air.
“Then can we meet Mr Marx and his wife?” The question was repeated by the man.
“But my son has left for the office and my son-in-law is visiting his mother's grave. You can meet my son in the office,” his answer is still stamped.
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The arrival of Russel made the concentration of Adrian. His forehead shriveled looking at the man who looked so panicked. Russell didn't even knock on the door.
“What's up? What happened?”
Russell was still seen adjusting his hunting breath, before saying, “Information about Miss Naomi has leaked to the palace. They manage to find Ken Claire ... and Ken confesses everything to Prince Hugo.”
The information Russell gave Adrian's eyeballs widened. His face turned tense. “How can? Didn't I ask you to close all the information about them,” cried Adrian.
“I'm sorry, Sir. The palace moved very quickly beyond my expectations. They managed to find information about the Claire.” family
As if dead of idea, Adrian was glued to his seat. The fear of loss is becoming more real. Now, all her memories only point to Naomi.
“I have to quickly catch up with Naomi to her mother's grave Ken.” He grabbed a cell phone at the table and immediately contacted Bruno, whom he had ordered to drop Naomi off this morning.
"Yes, sir" said Bruno on the other end of the phone.
"Where is Naomi now?" ask without further ado.
"We're still in the cemetery, sir. Miss Naomi is still inside with Mathilda and Layla."
"Don't go anywhere until I come!"
"What's the matter, sir?" bruno sounded confused.
"Don't ask too many questions, just do my orders!"
"Ba-good."
The call was interrupted, Adrian grabbed a suit hanging from a stainless pole, then immediately went out in a hurry. Russell followed behind him.
“Cancel all meetings today!” orders to a secretary. Adrian's movement was super fast made the woman gape and did not have time to reply. The boss had disappeared behind the elevator door.
Adrian's footsteps grew faster when he arrived at the lobby. It's brgit's in a hurry. However, the herd of black-clothed men who had just passed through the glass door automatically made her sculpt in place.
Yes, Adrian recognized the herd, especially the man who walked the front.
“Prince Hugo?”
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