Not the usual Cinderella
Chapter 17

My breath choked, Estherlita even rose to her feet, perhaps to welcome her fiance.

"Johan ..."

"Master?" say us simultaneously. I felt a little nervous in Estherlita's tone, either out of fear or out of annoyance.

The handsome man walked with a steady step toward us. Staring like a predator chasing his prey.

Just like Estherlita, I stood up to welcome her.

Die me! That's the only word that's currently in my brain. Various plans are being put in place to escape this situation. But it's impossible, all I can do, just as I've been waiting.

"Joan—" Esterlita tried to explain something but was stopped by Joan's hand.

The man walked past Esterlita, I thought he was going to get close to me. His steps stopped right in the middle of the two of us.

Eve in this room suddenly turned creepy. My hands that were still clinging to each other felt extremely cold.

Joan said nothing, the man just stuck his hands on the table.

"Joan, I'm sorry, I—"

"Shuut!" Joan stopped Estherlita's speech by placing her index finger on her own lips.

What kind of relationship was this, Estherlita's vanity seemed to disappear turned into a gaze that radiated a fear of Joan's presence. It wasn't like he was supposed to be cursing at us both.

I don't know if I don't really understand their relationship. What makes me more inexhaustible thought Esterlita even wrestled spoiled, like trying to calm Joan.

Suddenly Joan stepped away with Estherlita still flanking her hands, leaving me alone.

I snorted, didn't they think I existed? Totally unethical. It's so sad that I thought Joan would pull me with her, and she actually prefers her fiance.

'Race be aware, you're just an impingement.' But indescribably, my heart throbbed a little pain, out of envy.

Too much watching a drama in which the man will defend his affair more than his legal partner makes me too hopeful that it will happen to me. My life is not as good as drama.

Esterlita would have been satisfied and thought that she didn't have to worry about my position. My pride is hurt. I can't deny my attitude that from now on like against Esterlita was impressed a little arrogant had to fall because of Joan's attitude.

God did create one of man's greedy natures, and I may be one of God's creatures created to have that nature. Not wanting to damage other people's relationships, but wanting to be defended as well, it's strange that I am.

Why would he show up anywhere and at any time? How many spies are following me.

Uh but I should be happy because I don't have to explain a lot to Joan. Reconstructing various reasons to save myself and my family.

Just this time I wish my body could still be used to conquer it. What else I can.

Shortly after her second step stopped right at the door, Joan turned half her head, "Wait for me at home," she said, then resumed her steps together with Estherlita who looked annoyed at me.

I re-regulated the breath that had been held up a lot because the atmosphere was not very gripping.

As I was about to step out, someone came up to me and stopped right in front of me. From earlier I who walked down finally had to look up at the person.

Did you know my little heart wishes that someone was Joan coming back to see me. Even if it's impossible.

Who is this guy? His face was very flat, handsome indeed, his posture was firm, but it looked taller than Joan. He was also wearing after a suit that looked once very fitting on his body.

"Follow me" he said, which made me gasp.

It's too bad this guy is commanding me, "Who are you?" of course I don't want to just follow him. I don't know him.

He immediately grabbed my hand, forcing me to come with him. He dragged me down a different path to the main road where I came.

"Lepasin, who are you!" my snapping. He kept going no matter how I tried to hold him back. I wanted to ask for help but I was ashamed and scared.

This rude man, I'm sure is not a random person, it looks like all the items attached to his body are luxury items.

I don't want to deal with people like him, it's free to ask for help here, I'm sure the business will be long and of course I'm the one who will turn into the suspect.

Finally, the man stopped and jerked roughly at my hand. Getting my body cornered into the wall, I felt pain not only in my wrist but also in my back.

This passageway led to another door that was very different from the one I used to enter.

I thought that only Joan of this shitty man in the world had a bad temper, it turned out that there was something worse than that man.

"Actually who are you? I don't know you! Don't try to come any closer, if you don't I'll scream!" my threat.

He smiled mockingly, really so annoying, is there someone who will hear my screams?

"You are indeed very troublesome indeed Miss Saras Angelica Winoto," he sneered.

"Hey, I don't know you, how can you say I'm troublesome!" my answer is not to accept.

He approached me getting closer to the wall, I was taking a swing will kick the hose*kangannya, if he intended anything.

Even if people consider me a cheap woman, but only to Joan I give this body for her to touch, not to anyone else.

"Sorry, I'm not interested in you,” sarcastically, he really insulted me, or because I've been thinking nothing of him. My breath was hunting with anger and annoyance.

"Can you not ask much now? We should leave soon. Please don't bother Mr. Joan anymore" he explained.

The instant my eyes widened as the man mentioned Joan's name, was it possible that this man was a friend or someone who worked with her. It could be, their appearance is equally attractive and classy.

"You told Joan?" my great-grandchild.

"Yes. Come on!" he walked back, leading me to follow him. I'm grateful he didn't push back, although I'm still careful of him with a little distance.

When I knew Joan, I never knew her friends, only a few people I thought were her bodyguards who would always accompany us if we were on vacation.

It turned out that I was exiting through another door that was directly through to the parking lot that seemed special to the owners and workers here.

We were like fugitives, the man in front of me was also like chasing time because I saw him repeatedly looking at his luxury watch.

He stopped in one of the luxury black sedan cars and opened the passenger door that I was sure was for me.

"Hurry up, we need to get out of this place. Do not let because your attitude catapulted Mr. Joan to a more serious problem,” the door was hasty.

I really wanted to confront this man who just plainly said as if I was the cause of trouble. I never knew what problem he was having.

However, this little brain of mine rewound the events of a moment ago about the warnings from Estherlita.

Is Joan's family or Estherlita's family in this place as well?

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Tbc.