Naughty Girl Owns Hot Daddy
Chapter 211
"It's really Om Udin's cell phone number isn't it, anyway?" grouse Maria.
"Yes, right. My name is Udin but I'm sorry, I don't know whose name is Maria let alone her voice still sounds like a boy like this" said Udin, who made Maria even more upset.
Meanwhile, in a hospital.
"Who, Sir?"
The big man in a cool suit approached a man who was still lying on a patient's bed.
"Come, Master. A girl claimed to be named Maria tried to contact me and strangely she knew my name," said Mr. Udin while chuckling slowly while his cellphone he covered with his hand so that the girl named Maria did not hear his conversation with the Boss.
"really?"
The man looked surprised and immediately extended his hand to the driver named Pak Udin.
"Can I borrow your phone, sir?"
"Of course, Mr. Dylan."
The man grabbed Pak Udin's phone and placed it beside his ear. He tried to listen to the cute voice of a girl who was angry with him.
"Yes, Om Udin! This time I told my Daddy's Bodyguard to let you be taught by them for daring to deceive me!" hardik Maria was very upset.
"Mary" said the handsome man in the black suit.
Sontak Maria stopped her chatter. He was silent because suddenly the voice of Om Udin changed again and this time his voice sounded much cooler and younger than the previous voice.
"Om Udin?"
"Yes, it's me. Sorry, the one who received your call was my Uncle. What's the matter, Miss Maria? Is there anything I can help you with?"
"Huft, it's appropriate that he doesn't recognize me. Look, Om, my motorcycle tyre is leaking and I'm stuck here alone. Where in this area there is no workshop anymore" complained Maria.
"Well, where are you now?"
"On XX street, Om."
"You wait a minute, I'll be there soon."
The man disconnected Maria's call and handed the phone to Mr. Udin who was still leaning on the patient's bed rest.
"Sir Udin, if the girl goes back to your phone number, it's best to ignore it and not pick it up."
"Areally who is that girl, sir?" ask Mr. Udin.
"Just a snot boy" he said with a faint smile.
Because Mr. Udin, the Driver was still in the care, Dylan was forced to order one of the Bodyguards to escort him to the place where Maria was waiting for her arrival.
On the way, Dylan again released a suit and vest that was tightly attached to his stocky body. Not to forget, the expensive tie that adorned his neck was he released anyway.
"I'll accompany the girl and if I'm done with her, pick me up" Dylan said.
"Good, Sir."
Not long after, the car that Dylan was riding in arrived at the intended place. The man deliberately asked Bodyguard to stop his car some distance from where Maria was waiting for him. He did not want the matre girl to know who he really was.
"Go home" Dylan told the Bodyguard.
"Good, Sir."
After the Bodyguard left, Dylan immediately approached Maria, who was tired of being there.
"Miss Mary" said Dylan.
"Ah, finally Om Udin arrived as well. Help Maria get this bike to the garage, Om."
Dylan furrowed his two eyebrows while looking at Maria. He did not think that it turned out that the girl wanted him to drag the motorbike to the workshop.
"I'm this cool being told to drag a butut bike? Where the striker is childish is like this again. What if one of my business associates sees me? I may die of shame" murmured Dylan while twitching his temple.
"Om Udin, come on! Let's just say Om's taking out my one billionth indemnity,"
"Alright, alright!"
Inevitably, Dylan followed the girl's wishes. Sure enough, there were no workshops in the area. Let alone Dylan who was guiding Maria's motorbike whose tires leaked, Maria who was just carrying a backpack also complained of fatigue.
"Oh, Om! I want to pass out, "Maria complained as she wiped the sweat that soaked her temples.
Dylan exhaled heavily. "Moreover me, Miss Maria. Didn't you see my sweat? My expensive shirt even got wet like this."
"Ah, the price of your expensive shirt is nothing, Om Udin. Have you forgotten that you owe me a billion? That shirt, after all, is just a gift from your boss."
"Yes, yes, it's up to you, Miss Maria. I'm lazy to argue," said Dylan as he continued to move his legs with Maria's favorite motorcycle.
"Well, donk. Be a good servant" said Maria, patting the man on the shoulder.
"Servant?! That's right," he murmured.
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