Naughty Girl Owns Hot Daddy
Chapter 222
Dylan sat down on his favorite chair while watching the plaster wound patterned with flowers still attached to his right arm. At that time the hands of the shirt he was wearing deliberately rolled so that the wound plaster was clearly visible.
The expression on Dylan's face at the time was very difficult to explain. There are feelings of happiness, worry and sadness, all mixed into one.
"Yes, God! Is this what you call falling in love? If it's true, it means I'm in big trouble. Did I have to fall in love with a snot boy like him? All Hello Kitty. Maybe after I'm in his life, I'll turn him into Dylan Kitty."
Dylan pinched his temple while muttering ria. Suddenly the door of the room was knocked by someone from outside. Dylan was startled and immediately hid the plaster covering his wound. The sleeves of the shirt that had rolled up, now he stretched and finally covered the plaster perfectly.
"Who?"
"This is my Mac, Mr. Dylan."
"Come, Mac. The door was unlocked" said Dylan, who then pretended to be busy with some files still on his desk.
Mac slowly pushed open the door of the room and walked over to Dylan's desk. This morning Dylan called Mac to his house. There was something he wanted to talk to the man about.
"What's up, Mister?"
"Look, Mac. I've thought through all your advice yesterday about my brother. And today I order you to pick him up. Like you said, it's best for my brother to be treated here. It would be easier for me to take care of and monitor his health even though the risk is also greater. Hopefully, the events never happen again" said Dylan with a sad face staring at Mac.
Mac nodded his head in agreement. "Good, Sir. Today I'll be right to pick up your Brother."
Dylan also chatted with Mac in the room to discuss the company and others.
Meanwhile, at Mr. Marcello's luxurious residence.
While everyone was still gathering and having fun inside his mansion. Maria was still sitting outside with a sullen face. I don't know why today Maria's mood is really not good.
Maria grabbed her phone and opened the contact list. He stared at a contact that read the name 'Om Udin' on the pink phone screen with the white combination carefully.
"Call, no, yeah?"
Mary looked hesitant and her face looked doubtful.
"Why did Om Udin make me like this, huh? Suddenly I wanted to meet him for no apparent reason" Maria murmured.
"Contact, no, call, no? Ah, the bodo time! Just call" he said, pressing the call sign on his phone screen.
Mr. Udin, who was busy cleaning Dylan's luxury car, was suddenly startled by the ringing tone of Nyai Kunti's screeching voice from his cellphone. Mr. Udin was aghast and the lap in his hand almost fell off.
In a hurry, Mr. Udin headed to Dylan's private room while carrying a cellphone that continued to make the sound of Nyai Kunti's screech. Upon his arrival, Mr. Udin immediately asked Dylan for permission to enter the room.
"Sir, this is a call from Miss Maria."
"Come in" said Dylan.
Mr. Udin immediately entered the room. Dylan and Mac rounded their eyes after hearing Mr. Udin's ringtone, while Mr. Udin himself seemed unconcerned about the two men's reactions. He kept his foot up to Dylan's desk.
"This, Sir. Call from Miss Maria" said Mr. Udin, handing the phone to Dylan.
Dylan grabbed the phone while asking Mr. Udin with an astonished look on his face.
"Sir Udin, why does your ringtone sound so horrible?"
"Sorry, Sir. I think Miss Maria's babbling voice is almost the same as Nyai Kunti's screeches. Both sound scary and deafening."
The Mac could barely hold its laughter. Maybe he felt that what was said by Mr. Udin was true.
Dylan pinched his temple. Just like Mac, Dylan felt that what Mr. Udin said was true. Nyai Kunti's shrieking voice and Maria's Nagging are almost 11-12.
Dylan immediately received the call then listened to the girl's chatter.
"Om Udin, it's you, right?"
"Yes, it's me."
Maria stroked her chest while smiling in relief. "Why the hell, Om? Every time I call you, you always accept."
"It's not so, Miss. I'm doing a lot of work right now."
"On this weekend?" cry Maria while rounding her eyes perfectly.
"Yes, I'm just a driver, miss. My day off is decided by Mr. Dylan. Not on a calendar or a weekend" Dylan replied.
Mac and Mr. Udin looked at each other and laughed softly after hearing Dylan's reply.
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