Revenge Target
Talking Both

The night that the Addison and Subagja family meeting finally arrived.

Devan looked at Bia who was wearing the dres she had sent out earlier this afternoon. White dres model sabrina combined with simple makeup with a touch of blush and lipstick colored peach.

Very pretty for a girl who usually rarely makeup herself, but Devan is not at all interested in the perfect figure of Bia tonight. 

No girl or girl could shake his heart. Mungin does not exist or may never exist, all that only Devan and God know.

Devan is still shackled by the snare of his past, the little girl he once left in the park while crying.

The shadow of the little girl who was holding her hand tightly when she was about to leave, always disturbed her when approaching or about to establish a relationship with any woman.

Devan still feels guilty leaving the little girl who was left behind by her parents in the park.

The little girl Devan doesn't know what her name is and where she lives.

"Dev, are you sure the wedding will be in two weeks?" tanya Oma Gendis assured.

"Yes, Oma. The sooner the better," replied Devan who began to care about the surrounding situation, especially with Amel who had just continued to steal a glance at him.

"Yes, because Biandra himself has agreed to it. We went along with what Nak Devan wanted," replied Doni who was then sitting side by side with Lisa and Amel across from Devan and Oma Gendis, while Bia sat alone on the single sofa.

Bia had just bowed her face, Bia did not have much to say from earlier.

"I will take care of everything, I don't want my wedding plans to fall apart on your side" Devan said with a sharp look at Lisa and Amel.

Lisa and Amel immediately stared in disbelief at the speech of the handsome man before him.

'Shit!' both at the same time.

Devan smiled tilted towards Amel who barely blinked from earlier as he looked at her.

The young girl who had just graduated high school smiled shyly, lowered her head and tucked her hair beside her ears.

'Gift.'

Devan circulated his gaze to the corner of the living room used for their meeting. Devan's forehead creased slightly when he saw the family photo hanging in the room there was only Doni, Lisa and Amel.

Devan's eyes turned to several photos in the display cabinet, again there is no photo of his future wife.

'Looks like something was missed?'

The conversation continues to roll which is dominated by Oma Gendis, Doni and Lisa. 

Lisa is so enthusiastic about talking to old women who still look beautiful and youthful in front of her and also her style and appearance are very fashionable. It clearly described the figure of blue blood that he had.

Simple but fantastic precious jewelry that is worn by Gendis also stole the attention of Lisa who is also a socialite, certainly knows very well the trend of jewelry that is popular today and also the estimated price.

Amel just kept staring at Devan.

'Obrightly this man, lucky Bia to be his wife,' Amel's inner glance looked towards Bia who was still bowing her face expressionlessly. 'Currently, she's so naive!'

Semenyata Bia wants to immediately escape from the situation that is not wearing this, especially with the clothes she wears. It is too open and makes it uncomfortable.

"Biandra, can we talk together?" devan asked suddenly, making Bia raise her head slowly.

Bia nodded her head in agreement.

"I'm sorry to go ahead for a moment" Devan told the crowd around them.

Everyone who was there nodded their heads in agreement.

"Come on." Without permission Devan immediately pulled Bia's wrist.

While the three old men who were still there continued their chat. Discussing the wedding to be held in two weeks.

"We talked in my car" Devan said after exiting Doni Subagja's door.

"Yes," replied Bia who was trying to balance Devan's width.

Driver Devan who happened to be waiting outside just approached the master who was walking towards his luxury car.

"I just wanted to talk for a while in the car" Devan said as the driver opened the car door for him.

"Well, sir," he shut the car door again and let Devan be with Bia in there.

Devan, in a haughty and arrogant style, immediately sat with his back resting on the back of the car seat and his legs folded, while Bia looked straight ahead. His face was no longer as bowed as before.

"So what do you want to talk to me about?" ask Bia formal.

"We don't have to be this formal" Devan replied.

"All right." At first glance Bia glanced at Devan who was also staring at him.

As a normal woman, Bia is of course fascinated by the figure who is now sitting next to her. Handsome face, sharp nose, proportional height, athletic body with a white shirt paired with black cloth pants and navy v-neck sweater. A semi-formal look that makes the mixed-blooded man look more charming.

It's just that Bia doesn't want to be tempted by the charm of the man beside her.

"Do you know what marriage we're going to have?" devan asked with both hands folded on his chest.

"Business marriage, with me who is either a guarantee or a debt redeemer," Bia replied again with a straight forward look.

Devan briefly smiled cynically, it turned out that Bia was as strong as he thought. According to the information he got from Kean.

Bia was not the least bit daunted let alone intimidated by Devan's presence by his side, very different from Bia who was at home.

"Yes you're right. It's a business marriage with you that I ask for in return, not as a guarantee or a debt-redeemer."

Bia smiled wryly and Devan saw it.

"Why should I?" asked Bia again who did not want to look at Devan, Bia worried that her heart and mind could not be in line with her body.

"I need a tough woman to be my companion" Devan replied honestly.

Bia shook her head, ventured to look at Devan and turned her body to face Devan.

"I'm not among your criteria, Em Tuan," replied Bia hesitant to call Devan by what name.

"Call a name." Devan who has a high sensitivity immediately understands the condition of Bia.

"That's not polite."

"As for you," Devan replied lazily with a discussion that went off track, Devan is not the type of man who likes to talk stale.

"So what do you want to talk about?" ask Bia again.

Devan raised next to his eyebrows and also one corner of his lips. 'Brave to him too, he said he was disrespectful. Hinh!' cibir Devan in heart.

"I'm not going to offer you a contract in our marriage, but I'm asking you a few things" Devan said.

Bia was a little jumped in shock, he thought Devan would enforce the marriage contract as in the usual dramas Devia and Rinjani saw.

Seriate...

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