Revenge Target
Don't Be Too Cold and Stiff

"Ck! He said he was getting married, still busy!"

Devan raised his gaze which had previously focused on the pile of documents that were on his desk.

Those sharp eyes stared fiercely at the person who entered without knocking on the door first and in his casual style walked towards his desk without a sinful face in the least.

"Look at me just plain, don't get rich look at that demon!" he said again relaxed while dropping his ass on the chair across from Devan's desk.

"Ck!" Devan chuckled lazily, then continued his work again without wanting to chim in on the words of the person sitting casually before him.

A lavish wedding will take place in two days, but the groom is still struggling with the heaps of work to be done today.

"Where's Jazlyn?" devan asked without taking his eyes off.

"You asked me?"

"Stop pleasantries-"

"I don't like it!" Davin cut Devan's word.

Davin's younger brother from Devan has just arrived in the homeland with his lover, Jazlyn. But Jazlyn went straight home, while Davin himself went straight to his brother who according to the information he got, the brother was in the office and it turned out to be true, the workaholic man was focusing on the documents on his desk.

Devan straightened his back, then leaned back with eyes that looked back at the sister.

"I'm not a child anymore, Brother," whined Davin who was again stared sharply by Devan, his brother.

"You will never change in Brother's eyes," Devan replied with both hands looking at each other and placed in front of his chin.

Davin snorted at the words of the older brother, the only sibling he had after the departure of his parents.

'Always, ' inner Davin. "So why did you suddenly want to get married? No incidents, right?" davin asked with a slight smile towards the older brother.

Devan was increasingly staring nyalang towards his sister who was putting on the face of the bodo period. Davin is immune to his brother's attitude, unless he's making a mistake.

"So?" ask Davin again while teasing her brother.

"There was no incident whatsoever," Devan replied lazily, his hands had already moved folded in his chest.

"Oma said it's a business wedding."

"Ck! If you know why to ask? Just wasting time!" devan concluded.

"OK, okay!" Davin raised both of his hands, with a mocking smile not receding on his lips. "Biandra Amalia Subagja, a pretty name as pretty as her person. But unfortunately his fate is poor, the more unfortunate because it must enter into the arms of the god of death," continued Davin with open arms.

"Damn it!" Devan throws the pen in front of him. 'Is that what people call me?' devan continued in his heart.

While the sister was getting chuckling when she managed to corner the brother, who told her to have a cruel and cynical face. Davin knew that face was just a mask.

Davin also secretly investigated the figure of the woman who will be his sister-in-law later, after that time Gendis told him about his sister's marriage.

Davin wants her sister to have a woman who can really change her figure, restore her brother's warm and affectionate figure and according to her Bia fit into that criteria, although his age is far below Devan and also himself.

Davin really has high hopes for that.

"Are you going to keep daydreaming here?" devan asked sarcastically.

Devan raised one eyebrow, then smiled grinning. "You mean?"

"I'm home, don't forget to come home after dinner. I wait!" Davin got up from his seat, he was lazy to serve Devan who had shown his grin. "Be a little warm, women don't like cold, stiff and ruthless men."

Devan snorted at his sister's last sentence. "When have you been so chatty like Oma?"

"Since now onward" replied the man who was still wearing a black long coat and had disappeared behind the brown door in the room.

For a moment Devan was stunned by the words of his sister just now. 'Am I too cold and stiff?' ask in the heart.

All this time his stiff and flat face has always managed to make his opponent lose and it is always used in every moment and opportunity. 

And what did his sister say? He has to change it, women don't like his attitude. Hasn't there been no woman who has been in trouble, not even a woman who voluntarily warms her bed without taking issue with her facial expression?

'It's all just a matter of money.' Devan doesn't like that, Devan is fed up with women who are all the same to him. Just want the money.

Some time this Devan always consider Gendis assessment of Bia, he said Bia different girl.

'What is it?'

For someone who judges others with just one eye like Devan would certainly be difficult to believe just like that. Moreover, Devan who has generalized women in accordance with his own judgment.

Intentions will focus on working, completing the work that he will leave for the next few days. In fact Devan groaned in frustration, his mind was not focused. Bia's shadow flashed back in her mind, let alone last night the woman sobbing on the phone.

She said the wedding dress she was going to wear was ruined by her sister.

Devan was a little confused, instead the woman looked unenthusiastic about this marriage, just like her. But why should we be sad because of the dress problem? It's a trivial matter, no need to cry. Just need to go to the boutique and the problem will be solved.

'Basic women, ribet!'

"Aragh!" erang Devan while grabbing the phone handle that was on his desk. "Kean finish my job, I have business," he said then violently put the phone back in place.

Devan got up from his seat and hurriedly left his room.

"Master?" greet Stevani who is about to enter Devan's room.

With a sign of his eyes Devan asked what was going on.

"The file you asked for, sir." Stevani thrusts the red map in her hand towards Devan.

"Save it, I have some business outside." Without waiting for Stevani's reply, Devan just waltzed away with his chin raised. The arrogant Devan.

Stevani looked at the burly back that was walking towards the elevator which was immediately greeted by the security guard on the floor.

The woman in tight clothes and lacking that material, breathed her rough. His efforts at that time was not enough to attract the sympathy of Devan who was loved by women, no matter the level of arrogance and arrogance of a Devan.

Devan is really a difficult figure to achieve and Stevani admitted that.

The woman's hands were tightly clenched under her desk as she recalled that the man she was to be her boss was to be married in a few days.

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