Savingswoman
128. Farel nyidam

Farel laughed widely, in front of him stood the figure of Mr. Lawson in a pink skirt with some lace underneath. While Ricard who was standing at the side was only able to hold back a laugh.

Looked at Lawson's reddened face, the old man was forced to do Farel's orders with a guarantee of good name cleaning. At least, let the company be destroyed, but he did not come destroyed.

The old body swerving right and left, the stiff movements inviting ferocious laughter from several angles, especially the laughter of his own grandson, Farel.

“Ha ha ha ha.” Ricard this time could not help but laugh, seeing the old man spinning, and revealing the old thigh full of fur really made his laughter explode instantly.

Several pairs of eyes stared at the assistant, especially Farel. The face of sumringah Ricard instantly turned flat. The fear of trouble caused by the sound of laughter made him silence his mouth, even though his body was still trembling from holding back laughter.

Farel stared at his assistant. The assistant he thought had no expression, was able to laugh as well.

“Ricard,” Farel calls with face fixed flat.

Ricard was getting worse, the man's face showed its own panic. Panicked, if Farel was going to give an order that would embarrass him, or even an order that would make him pee in his pants.

“Yes, Mr.” ricard straightened his body, put up a ready body like a soldier.

“Hmm, sit here.” Farel patted the empty-looking sofa next to him.

Ricard gulped nervously. The kindness that was too sudden made him shiver. He was afraid, his master only wanted to test him.

“But, Mr....”

“Sit, or do you want to dance with the old man?” Farel asked with his chin pointed towards Lawson who was still moving stiffly.

Ricard quickly occupied his body, even the movements of the man were like running.

“Oh, nice ..” pause, Farel tapped his lips several times. “Now I want you to laugh out loud every old man is moving.”

Ricard blinked, unable to believe Farel's orders. Just laughing, ahh, that's easy.

“Good, Mr.” Ricard took it seriously.

A few hours later, the ferocious sound of Ricard's laughter still rang out loud. However, there were some differences from that ferocious laughter.

Ricard was seen opening his mouth wide and let out a loud laugh. However, the man's face really did not look sparkling at all.

Farel nodded his head once every time he heard Ricard's loud laughter, breeding Lawson's depressed look, and the assistant, Farel remained faithfully watching them with his hands holding the drink, and the caramel-flavored pop corn on the table. A man with chocolate is like watching a theater show.

Ricard regretted his decision to accept Farel's order. Laughing for almost three hours made his lips ache and his flat stomach grow stiffer. The man hated the sound of laughter and promised not to laugh again.

How can laughter be a disaster? Yes, the answer is when you do laughter repeatedly with a long time. Such a thing is very annoying and exhausting.

Prok....

Farel clapped his hands loudly, making several servants and bodyguards lined up in the luxurious room follow his movements. They all seemed to give appreciation for the appearance of Lawson and Ricard.

“H already ..... already ... you guys really comfort me,” Farel said with a full face twinkle.

Lawson who heard Farel's words freshly dropped his body to the floor. If not for the sake of good name, he would never have been willing to do something like this. Even his old bones felt an incredible pain.

Ricard soon returned to flat mode. His face looked very stiff, even he was like a robot. The muscles of his face seemed to be unable to move anymore, because it was too active to open and close in order to produce the sound of a big and booming laugh.

“For Mr. Lawson, as agreed, I will help you clear your good name, but you must be ready at any time, if at any time I want to see your appearance.” Farel fumbled wide, his eyes staring at Lawson full of happiness.

Lawson could only nod in limp. He could do nothing, everything went according to Farel's orders, not his orders anymore. That was the reason the old man wanted a lot of treasure, because in this country, whoever was wearing a shirt would be able to do anything. And whoever is in power, he is free to make mistakes without fear of being punished. Laws are immune to the powerful, and laws are cruel to the below average person.

“And for you Ricard, I will raise your salary and add bonuses. Finally you can laugh big too.” Farel looked at Ricard full of admiration which was countered with a stiff smile from Ricard.

For Farel, Ricard's loud laughter was a remarkable achievement. All this time, never once, he saw Ricard laughing like that. ah, maybe when TK Ricard never laughed, but he did not see it.

His assistant was too busy with work, investigations, finances, and things that make money. Even at the age of almost three-headed, he had never seen her close to a woman. Is Ricard not gay?

“Ricard.” Farel looked at Ricad strangely.

“Iya, Mr.” Ricard replied in a super flat fashion, even the expression of the man was increasingly beyond the reasonable of man. The man was exactly like a robot, even his body also stiffened when moving.

“Are you gay?” Farel asked with a horror face.

Ricard's stiff expression increasingly turned stiff with bulging eyes. Oh, more precisely tense.

“Sorry, Sir I prefer something different. Why should I be gay, if what other men have, I also have.”

Farel raised next to his eyebrows, liked something different? Are gays different too?

“Yes or not? don't give such a long answer.”

“No Sir. I'm not Gay. And for sure, I still like a wnaita.” Ricard explained with a stiff face.

“But why haven't you ever dated, or been close to a woman?”

Ricard just smiled wryly. How can he date if the task given by the boss never stops. Tell me?

“Why is my face like that?” Farel asked with an annoyed face.

“Sorry Sir, it's not a matter of not dating or not being close to women. But my biggest problem is not having time.” Ricard replied firmly, even the man nodded strongly, although the nod given looked stiff.

Farel kept quiet, digesting what Ricard meant, inexplicably feeling insinuated. It was as if the cause of his assistant's incompetence was him.

“Sorry Sir, there's Mr. Maxim Alexis. He took the time to meet you.”

Farel stared at the bodyguard who was charged guarding the front with frowning brows. A Maxim Alexis? The mastermind of this matter came here? Even before he gave a lesson to the man.