
Daniel and Lina immediately remembered the banquet, during their meeting with the Pinkston family. But Lina questioned why Nisa was not present at the party. Nisa only replied that she was not feeling well on the night of the party. Although what really happened was because her stepmother forbade Nisa to come along. Gloria just wanted her own biological daughter that can be known by people from the upper class like the Flors family. But in fact, Rica humiliated himself.
Slowly Nisa became relaxed after a chat that was sometimes filled with jokes or small arguments from her sister who sometimes made her laugh. He did not expect that the Flors family was so friendly and friendly. It was terbesit his mind if his family is the same as Julia's family. Although they come from the upper class with a myriad of activities that cannot be left behind but they still have time with family. Not like his family. His father was too busy working, while his stepmother was only concerned about her biological daughter, Rica. He's tenuous. No one cares about him or cares about him. Nisa as it is considered does not exist in the environment of its own rumah. Many times Nisa misses her mother who is gone. If his mother were still alive, would his family be the same as the Flors? Full of happiness like this.
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In a luxury villa in the city that is located quite far from the city center. A classic European-designed villa stands firmly on a plateau that presents views of a stretch of lavender flowers. The vast flower garden was deliberately built by the owner of the villa for his own pleasure. The smell of sembrak produced by the purplish blue flowers can be smelled from a distance of hundreds of meters. A black car drove down the stretch of road defending the stretch of lavender and stopped right in front of the villa. A guard immediately helped open the door of the car and another guard opened the main door of the villa.
"Welcome, Your Grace. You must be tired after a long flight," greeted a man formally. He was wearing a black suit complete with his bow tie.
"Not really. The flight from Balvana island to the city is not far away" said a young girl called 'Yang Mulia' by the man. He leaned his body on the sofa after giving his bag to a waiter. Removed the fake hair she was wearing and removed her makeup. "Well... My cheeks are sore because I keep pretending to smile at him."
"Why don't you just ask someone else to do this job instead of you having a hard time posing as a student at Anthony's school?"
"I want to monitor him directly. After all, I am still supposed to go to high school. As far as I could see, he seemed to have forgotten me. Oh... Julia's an old friend of mine, don't you miss this friend of yours? Friends you consider like brothers. You liar!" the girl hit the table so strongly that it produced a loud sound. "You don't think of me as your friend at all! All your cares, good manners and sunyum, they're all fake! It was just a back lie! Hehe.... I was stupid. Who me? I'm just a poor girl living sensara with a single parent. You are not the daughter of a rich family. You can have everything you want, and I can't. You like a lot of people but I... I was just standing in your shadow. Hix... Hix.... Hiz... Haha...."
The sound of crying that was once poignant now turned into laughter that filled the space. The man beside her could only quietly let the trust of a shattered friend be shed today.
"Now everything has changed. I am the princess who has everything. Power, wealth and fear of all. I'm the Lady Blue who threw this city down. Just look at Julia. I will make you see the real me and remove that fake smile from your innocent pretentious face. Haha...."
"I really like to see it like this" the man's inner self. "Do I need a waiter to provide you with warm tea and a little snack, Your Majesty?" the man offered after a while.
"Can."
The man ordered a female servant to prepare warm tea and snacks. The request was immediately accepted. It didn't take long for the waiter to return with a tray of teapots, a cup and a piece of blueberry pie. The waiter presented all of that. After that he stepped away.
"Can I help you again, Your Honor?" ask the man back just in case his nonanya open something again.
"Well, Hans, I've said many times don't call me that. Just call 'miss'," said the girl after grazing her tea.
"I just feel used to calling you that. Considering you are indeed the princess of the Kingdom of Denmark."
"That's right. You are one of the princesses of the kingdom. No one can argue with that."
"You're wrong Hans. Inside my body is indeed flowing noble blood but I am not the princess. I'm just an outer princess who is not considered and has absolutely no royal title. But I am still entitled to the inheritance that should have been mine. And I used it all to build up my power so that I could rule the entire underground world in this country. Who cares about the royal title if you can rule the black market and be the most feared, "a wicked grin flutters across the girl's face.
"You are amazing. Your father would be more proud to have a daughter like you than any of his other children."
"I don't care about him anymore. Never mind, how is the development at the moment? What weapon did we order already come?"
"New part that came and has been stored in the main headquarters, yesterday. Here's the evidence," Hans' manager thrusts a piece of paper at his nona.
"okkey. Then we'll just wait for the rest of the weapon. That way we're ready to storm the capital."
"Oh, yes. There is news from mr. Arlo if he just recruit a new member to replace the eleven members who are missing."
"That's the business. Sometimes I get confused, how could he lose his members without such a trace within his own domain?"
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