Naughty Girl Owns Hot Daddy
Chapter 225
"What's right, getting married?!" maria grumbled as she drove her matic motor away from the mansion.
"Daddy's part is weird, want to have a ghost aja really. To the extent that all his children are fooled."
Maria kept grumbling along the way. Without realizing it, it turns out in front of him drove a luxury car owned by Dylan. Not only was Mary unaware of the car's whereabouts, Dylan was unaware of the girl's whereabouts.
"Sir Udin, I'll probably go home with Mac later in the afternoon, so Mr. Udin won't have to pick me up" Dylan told Mr. Udin, who was so focused on the road ahead of him.
"Okay, sir," said Mr. Udin.
Maria who is still upset with the decision of the Daddy, continues to mutter ria. Until finally, Mary's tiny lips stopped muttering. After he realized that there was a pitch-black luxury car owned by Dylan that was driving in front of him.
"Eh, isn't that the boss's fancy car Om Udin. That means there's Om Udin in that car. Chase, ah!" maria cried with a big smile.
So happy, Maria even forgot her sense of regret for the decision of the Daddy. He forgot that tonight the man who wanted to propose to him would be visiting the mansion soon.
Tiinnn .. tiinnn .. ttiinnn ....
Many times Maria pressed her motorbike horn maticnya so that the luxury car stopped driving. However, the pitch-black luxury car continued to drive without caring for the call from Maria.
"Who, anyway?" muttered Dylan while looking back and looking for the origin of the horn sound that raised his ears.
"Eh, bushyet! That's Maria, "he screeched while patting Mr. Udin on the shoulder with a panicked face.
"Who, Sir?" ask Mr. Udin.
"Who else if not Mary. The girl whose nagging voice is almost the same as Nyai Kunti's screech on Mr. Udin's cell phone" said Dylan.
In a hurry, Dylan removed the necktie that was coiled around his neck and then removed the suit and vest that was firmly attached to his athletic body. Dylan put his beloved clothes next to his seat.
The girl is getting more and more active. He even drove his bike ahead of the car which was later by Mr. Udin.
"Om Udin, stop!" call the girl over Dylan's car.
"Wire, Sir. We change positions, I'm afraid my disguise is known to him."
Dylan crawled towards the front seat, beside Mr. Udin's steering chair slowly.
"Sir Udin, you better go back and pretend to be Mr. Dylan's Om."
"Good, Sir."
"My instructions are right, aren't they!" dylan muttered while shaking his head.
After Pak Udin managed to move to the back seat. Dylan sat in front of the wheel in place of Mr. Udin. Maria got off her bike and walked over to Dylan's car. Before Maria approached her, Dylan visited the girl first.
"What else, Miss Maria? At the moment I'm really busy" said Dylan as he stroked his neck, hoping that Maria would not be suspicious of his stunt and that Mr. Udin was sitting in the back seat of his luxury car.
Instead of answering Dylan's words, Maria tried to look into Dylan's car. Dylan of course panicked then prevented the girl from looking into his car.
"Eitz! What do you want to do?" ask Dylan who is now standing right in front of his car door.
"I'd like to see Mr. Dylan. Move aside, Om don't stop Maria" said Maria, trying to pull Dylan's body from the doorstep of the luxury car.
"Do you need to be with Mr. Dylan?"
Dylan grabbed the hand of Maria who wanted to reach the doorknob of the car then grasped it tightly.
"I just want acquaintances, Om. Who knew that Mr. Dylan was smitten with Mary" Mary replied without caring how Dylan was expressionless at the time.
"Sad, how painful. Didn't I tell you that you're not Mr. Dylan's type, so you don't have to expect anything weird if you don't want to be disappointed."
"Come on, Om Udin. I would love to see Mr. Dylan. There are a lot of questions I want to ask him." Maria tries to get her hand out of Dylan's grasp, but can't. The man clasped his hand so tightly.
"Just tell me your question, and I'll ask him your question" Dylan replied.
"Ish, how can it be like that?"
"Of course you can, nothing can't do for me" Dylan replied with a grin.
"Sucks," murmured Maria.
Maria twirled her wrists. Mary finally let her hands off Dylan's. With a flash of lightning, Maria grabbed the handle of the man's car door and opened the door. Dylan tried to get in his way, but it was too late. The car door was wide open and Maria saw who was sitting in the back seat.
"That's Mr Dylan?" asked Maria, rounding her eyes.
Dylan held back his laughter. "Now what do you want?"
"Oh, God?!" maria murmured while covering her mouth with her hands.
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