Naughty Girl Owns Hot Daddy
Chapter 223

After satisfied chattering through his mobile phone, finally the call was ended by Maria herself. Dylan handed over Mr. Udin's cell phone and the middle-aged man immediately retired after getting his phone back.

"Why didn't Master give your own mobile number to Miss Maria? Yeah, well, at least the girl won't be upset anymore because her calls are ignored by you" asked Mac.

"I don't want to. There will be my own hassles. For now let the troubled Mr. Udin face the call of the girl" said Dylan, chuckling softly.

"I'm sorry, sir. But I still do not understand why Mr. still at home confess that you are a driver, you should not just admit who you really are. Yeah, it's possible that once the girl finds out, she'll stop bothering you."

"Alright, you don't know, Mac. The little girl was already a twitching eye. I am the only driver who is still used by him. Especially if I claim to be a Boss, he may bother me every day" said Dylan.

. . .

That day, after he finished talking with Dylan, Mac left immediately. Mac drives his car to a Mental Hospital, where Dylan's brother has been treated. Aided by the Doctors and Nurses who had been caring for the woman, Mac brought her back to Dylan's residence.

Meanwhile Dylan was still busy preparing everything to welcome the arrival of the Big Brother. He and the Servants working in his residence were arranging a special room for the Big Brother.

Not long after, Mac arrived at the front yard with Sister Dylan. Slowly Mac led the woman into the magnificent building with the help of two nurses who were in charge of looking after the woman.

"Welcome back, Brother."

With teary eyes, Dylan walked up to the woman and hugged her tightly.

"Dylan, where are we?"

"This is Dylan's house, brother. That means Big Brother's house as well" replied Dylan with a sad face staring at the Big Brother.

The woman seemed confused even though she had lived in this place before the incident of self-harm occurred. Dylan decided to send his sister to the Mental Hospital.

"Sus, you'd better take him to his room to rest" Dylan told the two nurses.

"Good, Sir."

Meanwhile, at Mr. Marcello's residence.

"How is Brother Alifa, has Brother expressed the heart of Brother Om Zaid?" maria asked as Alifa wanted to get away from the luxurious mansion.

"Oh my God, Mary! You are a bummer!" alifa was upset when she opened the car door.

Maria chuckled softly at the reaction of Alifa at that moment. "What did Om Zaid say?"

"Still as usual, 'Eh, snot boy. Clean your snot first, later if it is clean, then come again the same Om'. Really nice bummer, right? I'm 21 years old, Maria. But somehow Om that handsome Duda always thought of me like a boy who was only a few years old," Alifa annoyed as she bent her face.

"Well, Om Zaid said that?"

"Yes, dear Mary. Yeah, already. Brother wants to go home first, get some rest. Bye, Mary."

Maria smiled bitterly as she watched Alifa who was preparing to slide in her favorite car. "Bye, Brother Alifa. Don't despair, brother."

"Yes!" Alifa drove along with her car leaving the mansion.

After Alifa returned, Mary entered the mansion and gathered with her other kinsmen.

. . .

Marvel, who had been searching for Shakila's whereabouts, finally found the girl helping the servants. Put back a variety of eating utensils that have just been cleaned into their original place.

Slowly Marvel approached the girl and asked her to speak. "Shakila, can we talk for a second?"

Shakila immediately turned around and stood facing each other with Marvel.

"Yes, Young Master Marvel, what's up?" shakila asked with a warm smile welcoming the man.

"Come with me!"

Marvel grabs Shakila's hand and leads her somewhere. Marvel's cold hand clasped tightly onto the girl's wrist as she continued to move her legs.

Shakila seemed troubled as she followed Marvel's footsteps half-run. Marvel's long footsteps made it difficult for Shakila to align her steps with the man.

Marvel headed for a room where no one was there. Just him and that girl, Shakila.

"W-What's up, sir?" shakila asked stammeredly.

"Shakila, there's something I want to ask you and I hope you can be honest with me" Marvel said, staring closely at Shakila's two beautiful eyeballs.

"Be good, sir."

The huft!

It sounded as though Marvel was breathing heavily, still staring fixedly at the girl standing before him with an anxious face.

"I want to ask you about Melvin, Shakila. Has it been true that Melvin has liked you?"

Shakila was silent for a moment with focused eyes staring at the man she knew was quiet.

"Actually I don't know, sir. Maybe Mr. Melvin used to say that he likes me but I'm not sure that's true. Maybe he's just messing around" Shakila said.

Marvel smiled bitterly as he watched Shakila's anxious face back then. "And you? Do you like it too?"

Shakila shook her head quickly. "No, Mister. I dare not," he answered.

"My question is, do you like it or not?" Marvel held both of the girl's shoulders with a sharp glare staring at Shakila's two beautiful netra.

"No," said Shakila steady.

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