Psychopath Girl The Mafia Boss's Daughter

Psychopath Girl The Mafia Boss's Daughter
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"Do you want to get engaged to me?" said it.


Along with that, the screen on the tablet also displays the same writing as what Chris said. All the spectators were made to be amazed at the romantic scene. The previously tense atmosphere melted away instantly. Everyone cheered for Nisa to accept the proposal. But Nisa was too shocked and did not understand all of this. Even though the engagement proposal is still too fast for girls who are still in school. Striking her nervousness, Nisa subconsciously stepped back slowly while rubbing her head.


"Ti, no," Nisa replied with trembling lips. "I, this is too fast. I'm still in first grade High School. A, I'm be, not ready yet. Ma, I'm sorry!" Nisa ran away down from the stage with a reddened face.


"Sina!" call Chris but not heard by him. "God... I was rejected apparently."


Chris got up with a disappointed face. He closed the ring box and kept it. The lights are back on. Some of his friends felt sorry to see Chris rejected in front of everyone.


"Wait a minute, who are you? How can you suddenly propose to my daughter?" ask Tn. Pinkston was also quite surprised.


"Oh, I'm sorry Mr. The pinkston. I forgot to introduce myself. My name is Chris Fliedle, son of the Fliedle family," Chris said.


"You young master Fliedle? God, I didn't think you were grown. It's been a long time since I've met."


"Yes. I just came here to fulfill the engagement agreement set by Diana's aunt before she died."


"Oh, about the engagement. Actually it was just Diana's frenzy. Don't take it seriously..."


"No," cut Chris. "Since seeing Nisa at the party that night, I've been determined to get her heart. I promised Aunt Diana I'd look after her daughter one day. But I seem to be in too much of a hurry to scare Nisa."


Julia approached Chris and patted him on the shoulder. "It's you too. If you want to propose to a shy girl like Nisa, preferably in a place that is just the two of you. If in front of all these people, it was only natural that he became nervous and said something that did not match his heart."


"All right, I'll follow your advice, Miss Flors. I'm not giving up."


"spirit."


"You are his son, Mr. Fliedle?" ask Daniel who is approaching.


"Yes. Mr. Flors knew my dad?"


"You could say so. We have known him since childhood because of good family relationships. How's your dad doing? I haven't seen him in a long time."


"Good dad's news. He's just been a little busy lately so can't come."


"Send my regards to him. Anytime if there's time we'll visit."


"I'll tell you. I must be so happy to see an old friend."


"The first son and daughter of the Flors family who occupied the ordinary dormitory. Now the son of the Fliedle family is also following along. Why aren't they interested in living in a special dormitory at all? If it is like this I must be careful and warn the entire school stack not to just treat the students in the ordinary dormitory. It could have caused a disaster because it has offended the wrong person, "inner Mr. Vincent was standing in the corner of the stage while blocking the sweat that flowed on his cheeks.


The awarding ceremony continues as desired even though it continues to be hampered because of this and that problem. The cup was handed over directly by Daniel. In addition to his son and daughter, for the other participants this is an honor to be proud of. On time for the awarding of the trophy to the first champion, Mr. Pinkston managed to persuade Nisa to return to the stage. But Chris had to hide because Nisa still did not dare to look at Chris' face.


While in the showroom everyone was made entertained by the different science and technology race events from previous years, but not for Rica. Right now he was still crying silently in one of the quiet school classrooms of everyone. Even his own mother has not found him until now.


"Who are you? Go then! I don't want to meet anyone, "go away Rica and throw a book nearby.


The girl easily caught the book. "I understand very well what you're feeling right now, Rica."


"Where do you know my name?"


"That's not important. I want to help you."


"He, what can you do for me? My enemy is Julia and she's the daughter of the Flors. What can I do to get this revenge?!!" very upset Rica hit the table until the wooden table was hollow.


"My enemy is Julia too, baby. So why don't I use this excessive emotion of yours to destroy it?"


"You want to use me? Who the hell are you?"


"Most people know me as Lady Blue. You can call me by the same name."


Rica gasped as soon as she heard the name. "Lady Blue?! Uncle has said that Lady Blue is the most electrifying woman in the underground world lately. A, are you really Lady Blue?"


"This is me. So, how? Are you willing to accept my offer? It's a good chance to avenge you."


"I accept. Whatever I can do to destroy Julia, I will! Just look at Julia!" Rica clenched her hands very tightly as a form of her anger.


"Smart girl."


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After the show was over, everything was broken up. Most people go to lunch because it's time. Mr. Vincent offered to host the Flors for lunch together but was soon rejected. They prefer lunch in the school cafeteria just asking for a private dining room. Daniel and Lina wanted to taste the meal that their sons and daughters had been eating since entering school. After lunch, with her happy Julia addressed every place in the school. Classroom, dorm room, music room and more. Not to forget Julia also introduced friends, Wendy and Febby.


After learning that Julia is the daughter of the most influential family in the capital makes them feel awkward to talk as usual. They often apologize for their treatment that might offend Julia or occasionally yell at Julia which sometimes upset people. But Julia tried to convince the two friends to treat her the same as before. He reminded me of the promise when they first met. The promise that states no matter the upper middle class, treat each other remains the same. Lina supports that. What they do can be considered as friends.


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