Psychopath Girl The Mafia Boss's Daughter
Tn's Visit. Flours
"I've made sure that the girl does have the ownership Token of the Red Chrysanthemum auction house. We can start moving, boss."
"good. Finally after a long time, Mr. Cershom issued the Token. I thought that girl was not his daughter. But there was doubt in my mind, if all this was a trap. Why did he reveal the identity of the auction house ownership to the public?"
"Oh, that's because of his daughter. Mr. Cershom had already insisted on asking his daughter not to reveal her identity as the heir of the auction house. But his daughter was secretly uploading to social media. Mr. Cershom was very angry about this. Since yesterday he tried to decide the spread of the news but it was too late, the news quickly spread."
"Hold on, don't be rash. Let's make sure of all this. I'm sure Mr. Cershom must have done everything he could to protect his daughter. Find out how many people Mr. Cershom to be his daughter's bodyguard and estimate their strength."
"Good boss."
"No matter if it's a trap or not. As long as I can obtain those Tokens, nothing will be able to prevent me from dredging the entire fortune of the Red Chrysanthemum auction house."
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Returning from the campus, Lina was shocked by the presence of the great lord Flors in the living room along with Violet whose hands were put up in a buffer.
"Oh... What is this girl doing? What's on hasn't happened after this morning, '" thought Lina. He just stopped coming near them. "Good afternoon great lord Flors," Lina said in greeting.
"No need to talk. Violet told me everything. Tell me, whose kid is that?" ask Tn. Cold flowers.
Lina stroked her stomach slowly. "This is the son of your granddaughter, Lord Flors, your great-grandson."
"No!" snapped Tn. Flours.
Lina was a little shocked to hear that snatch. Looks like Mr. Flors did not accept after knowing this truth.
"I don't admit it at all! My great-grandson should be from Ariana's ancestry and not from a random girl like yourself!"
"That's a little painful. I want to tell this great lord Flors that I'm actually Ariana's real daughter."
"You hear that Lina? Even if you have married Daniel secretly but still the decision is on the great Lord Flors. You better get out of this house, 'cause from today on I'm gonna stay here" Violet said.
"What?! Stay here?"
"Why? Do you mind?" cut Tn. Flours. "Better pack your things and get out of here!"
"But Mr. Flors, you already know that Daniel and I are married. I'm still Daniel's wife. You can't just throw me out, what else in my condition is carrying her child."
"Oh, I understand what you want" Mr. Flors took out some cash from his suit pocket, then threw the money towards Lina. The 100-dollar note was scattered in front of Lina. "That's enough to meet your life's needs for the next few years."
"What does this mean, Mr. The flors? You think I love Daniel only for money? This is a huge insult to me!"
"What more does a girl like you want than money? It's enough big master Flors is still merciful giving you this money. Quickly pick up all that and get out of here," Violet said as she pointed at the exit.
"I hope you don't regret this Mr. Flors, 'cause if I step out of this house then I'm never gonna come back. I don't need your money. I can still make ends meet and give a decent life to my children," turned around and walked away.
"Little cat!!" daniel shouted while terrorizing in. He rushed over to Lina with a worried look on his face.
"You're home early today?" said Lina who was shocked to see Daniel.
"Yes. I rushed home as soon as Emma called me if grandpa was coming home to see you, "Daniel glanced at the pile of money splashing on the floor. "What's going on?"
"Oh, grandfather just gave a small portion of the money to Lina so that she would gladly leave here" Violet explained.
"Daniel! Do you really not appreciate your grandfather anymore? Why did you secretly marry that girl and even have potential offspring with her? I really don't approve of this. I'm asking you to divorce her right now!"
"No!!" firmly Daniel. "He is my wife! No one can separate us, separate me from my son. I can't live without them."
"Well, considering she's pregnant with your child. I allowed him to stay here with two syaras. First of all, I'm asking you to marry Violet right away. And secondly, after the girl gives birth you have to divorce her."
Daniel and Lina flinched upon hearing those two conditions.
"Trs. Flors must be kidding me, right? You want to try to separate me from my son?"
"Grandfather, you better take back Grandpa's words. Because I'm afraid grandfather will regret it so much" Daniel put his arm around Lina's shoulder.
"I don't understand what you mean. Why should I regret it?"
"Good afternoon everyone. I hope I'm not late" said Ducan who stepped in to approach them.
"Dad?" violet said confused by her father's presence.
"It just so happens that you're here, Mr. Cershoms. I want to discuss with you the marriage between Daniel and Violet. I'm this marriage is accelerating" said Mr. Flours.
"Alright Mr. Cershom, let's discuss this alone. I happen to have something I want to explain to you too."
Ducan invited Mr. Flors to another room far enough away from the hearing of Daniel, Lina and Violet.
"Ducan, what do you want to talk about? Why do I have to be personally like this? Actually, I'd like to discuss Daniel and Violet's marriage in front of them in person" Mr. Trump asked. Flours.
"Trs. Flors, I hope you didn't talk about something that hurt my daughter."
"Whatchu mean? How could I hurt Ariana's daughter."
"First of all I'm sorry first, because it may have happened to a misunderstanding here. Actually Violet is my foster child, and Lina or Veliana is just my biological child" Ducan explained carefully.
Mr. Flors was really surprised the moment he heard it. "I, this... You want to tell me that the pregnant girl is just your real child?"
"Yes. It all started with..." Ducan told me everything briefly in detail. He also explained about his plan to lure the people who had caused Ariana to die. Suddenly Mr. Flors pull up Ducan's suit crate.
"Why didn't you tell me from the beginning?!!"
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