Revenge of the Tax Officer
Lady Jasmine's...

Pak Eko could not do anything when the PPATK team and also Pak Vishnu as a rival bent him in the office. All members of Pak Eko's division looked down in shame when members of Pak Vishnu's division came to their room and took all their documents and computer hard drives for evidence. CCTV footage that Bimo managed to recover from the room of Mr. Vishnu shook the public when the face of Mr. Eko was clearly seen tampering with the computer of Mr. Vishnu. Mr. Eko was arrested on charges of protecting corrupt officials and omitting evidence from Pak Vishnu's division. Pak Eko exited the building using a yellow vest that read ‘DANAN’

In Singapore, Sastri and Bimo were watching the news while eating chips. “Wah, their motion is fast too yes!” bimo.

“For sure, they won't waste the chance to be famous, Bim. With evidence as accurate as that where possible they just silence.”

“Then what next, Brother?”

Sastri was silent for a moment, his eyes staring straight at the television. “Melik!”

“Sultan of Dubai apparently! His company uses the same man as Joseph. I've broken into but it's hard just like Jo Group.”

“Difficult doesn't mean it can't, Bim. For the Sultan of Dubai we will use another way.” Sastri said confidently.

“What's the way, Mbak?”

“Flower!” hearing Sastri's words, Bimo only shook his head. Too many tricks on the head of a woman who is already considered her biological sister. “You re-establish communication with your ex and this time try to meet. She must be in love if she sees you now.”

“Let me work!” bimo replied lacking spirit.

Sastri monitored Melik's movements through the social media accounts of socialites and other groups of columnists and race groups he used to follow. They only know if the account owner with the picture of the prancing horse is a person who often follows the race with them but the actual identity of the account owner remains a question mark for them.

Ting…

“When do we race again? Prancing Horse, we missed you on the runway!” Sastri smiled a little. He was already familiar with the call of the Golden Horse from the mouth of the race participants.

“If my money is up, I will contact you first!” After Sastri replied, the group participants one by one appeared except Jonathan. The man only read the contents of their conversation especially the Prancing Horse which had made him think hard.

At a bar, a woman enters the bar accompanied by two well-bodied male guards in full suits. The woman gracefully and arrogantly walked towards the table that had been on the reservation before. Yes, for the bar, the upper class must make a reservation first in order to get satisfactory service including the service of the lady escort who will accompany them to drink.

Some waiters went straight to the table where the sexy woman in skimpy clothes was sitting while playing mobile phone. Her white smooth skin is inversely proportional to her dark-colored sex dress to cover her protruding skin.

“Hey, come!”

Melik who had since noticed the woman looked curious. Especially if the woman to bring a guard is definitely him from the upper class or family of one of the company officials.

“Deliver to table 26!” melik's order then issued several pieces of money as a tip for the publisher.

Arriving at table number 26, the publisher immediately gave Melik paper to the woman who was still focused on her phone.

“Sorry, Miss. There's a guy who sent this for Miss.” The woman stopped her action and took the small paper from the servant's hand and took the pen in her bag, “Is this how you approach a woman?” inscribed.

“Give this again to the man earlier. Oh yeah, how many tips did you get from that guy?” ask the waiter.

“300 thousand, Miss.” Answer the doubter.

“300 thousand price to meet me? I gave the waiter 100 dollars for his services. A poor man like you wants to meet me? Your dreams are too high, Dude!” Melik squeezed the paper in his hand and walked over to the woman's table.

“Awas y'all!” melik said to the two female bodyguards who had blocked his path.

The woman smiled sinisterly staring with her tail at Melik and it managed to make Melik's self-esteem trampled.

“You dare because there are them? Ck, you're a coward who took refuge behind the big body of your bodyguard.”

“Is that important to you? Let her! I want to see what this poor man looks like in front of me!” the two guards had retreated behind the woman. Melik tidied back up his suit and then walked to look at the woman fixedly. The woman took a bottle of wine and poured it into a glass after which she was given a few grains of ice cubes in a very elegant style. The glass that had been filled with wine and ice cubes was then swayed slowly with eyes fixed on the man who was already sitting in front of him.

“I, Melik and I are among the investors in this bar. You've only first come here so I'm curious about you.” Said Melik without further ado.

“Then?” the woman returned to reply to Melik's words with a short question that made Melik have to think hard to face the woman whose heart had been clenched secretly.

“I just want to get to know you well. Can we do it?” tanya Melik pressed his ego as low as possible. He never humbled himself to any woman but this time he was forced to out of a deep curiosity in her. Secretly, Melik scanned the appearance of the woman and he knew very well that the woman in front of him was not just anyone.

“Limited edition hand watch, Diamond necklace with snake shape biting its tail is also not cheap. Fix, he's my next target.” Inner Melik confident.

“What do you expect from our introduction?”

“Many! We can be friends or if we are our profession engaged in the same field, we can establish a profitable cooperation of course.” Melik said optimistically but unfortunately, the answer from the woman actually made Melik's smile disappear in an instant.

“Friends in the business world are only for those who need each other but I don't!”

Glegs…

“This woman is hard too!” melik felt like a failure.

“Can I know your name?”

The woman gave a code to one of her guards and one of them gave a business card to Melik's hand along with the woman's rise and then stepped foot leaving Melik still glued in place.

“Lady Jasmin”

“JN Corp”

“Dia??”

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Sorry old new up.thanks who are still loyal to Sastri....