Serabai Mr. Sean's
Chapter 33

"Just a second!" Madam Helena rushed towards the main door then opened it. An apartment attendant was standing in front of him with a warm smile.

"Yes, what's wrong?" ask the middle-aged woman.

"There are guests who want to meet you, Mrs Helena and are now waiting in the lobby" the man replied.

"Guests? Wh who? Sean?" A barrage of questions slid across the woman's lips.

"Ah, there's no way it's Sean. He's been in and out of this apartment a lot, there's no way he's been waiting for me in the lobby" he muttered, monologuing.

"His name is Anya Vanessa and she wants to talk to you about something very serious" the man said.

"Was Vanessa?" Madam Helena knitted her two eyebrows in astonishment. He never had an acquaintance named Anya Vanessa.

"All right, wait a minute. I'll be right down" said Mrs Helena, nodding.

The apartment officer left and left Mrs Helena in her room. After the officer died, he immediately prepared. Tidy up her clothes and walked out to the lobby.

"Anya Vanessa? Who, huh? Did I ever have a friend named Anya, but I forgot about her?" muttered Madame Helena as she continued to step forward, entering the elevator and waiting for the tool to take her to the ground floor, where her guest was already waiting.

It didn't take long, Madame Helena arrived at that place. He rushed to the officer and asked about his guest.

"There, Madam." The officer immediately led Mrs Helena to the place, where her guest was waiting for her arrival.

"Mistress Helena," Anya said as she got up and extended her hand before Lady Helena.

Madam Helena welcomed the smooth hand of the woman while furrowing her brows in wonder. "Sorry, who are you, huh?"

"I'm Anya Vanessa. Sean's friend, Auntie's son," Anya replied with a big smile.

"Oh." Madam Helena nodded slowly. "Is there anything I can help you with?" he continued while sitting on the chair in the room.

"Ehm, actually I want to talk about something important with Auntie and this is Sean's, but ...." Anya stopped her speech then looked around, as if saying that she did not want her conversation to be heard by others.

Madam Helena realized that and understood what the beautiful woman who was now standing before her meant.

"What's wrong with Sean? We'd better talk in Aunt's room. Come," take Lady Helena then while leading Anya to her room.

Anya smiled as if. He was happy because it turned out that the middle-aged woman could accept his presence in the villa.

After boarding the elevator, they arrived on the floor of Ms. Helena's room. The middle-aged woman invited Anya to enter and then sat on the sofa in the front room.

"What do you want to talk to me about? What does this have to do with Sean?" asked the curious Madame Helena, without further ado.

Unfinished Anya spoke, Madam Helena suddenly interrupted her speech with such a serious face.

"What! Wedding?!" The middle-aged woman smiled sinisterly looking at Anya. "Heh, it's impossible! I know exactly how Sean is. There's no way she's planning a wedding without my knowledge. I'm sure, you must be just like the other women, who were just Sean's momentary love."

Anya smiled wryly then tried to persuade the middle-aged woman. "Hmm, I'm sorry Auntie. But ... Try to listen first what I want to say with Auntie. Only then can Auntie deduce everything" Anya said.

"All right, now tell me quickly. I don't have much time for this kind of nonsense stuff" grumbled Madame Helena with a bent face.

"Aunty's willing to believe it or not, but I'm serious, we really wanted to plan our wedding at that time. However, everything failed after Sean ...."

"What?! Don't make me curious!" grumbled Madame Helena again while staring fixedly at Anya's beautiful face.

"He's married, Auntie. Sean is married to a village woman. And not only that, the woman is currently pregnant with her son Sean. Aunty grandson candidate," continued Anya with a sneaky grin.

"Enough! Don't make it up to you! Sean couldn't have married a woman. He would definitely choose a woman of our same level, not an indiscriminate woman like you said! Especially the women from the village! What the hell," maddened Madame Helena who did not accept hearing Anya's statement just now.

"It's up to Aunt to not believe what I said. But Aunty can prove it by visiting Sean's new residence" Anya explained, still smiling sinisterly at Madame Helena.

"Akh, enough!" Madam Helena who was already unable to hold back her sense of regret, immediately got up from her sitting position. He stood in front of Anya and went to his waist.

"Now get out of here and never show your face here again!" he said firmly, evicting Anya from her room.

"Oh, all right, Mrs Helena. I'll get out of here, but .. if Auntie needs my help, I'm ready to help Auntie at any time to get rid of that village lady" she replied with a sly grin.

Anya put a business card of hers onto the table of Madam Helena then rushed away leaving the middle-aged woman.

Brakk!

Madam Helena slammed the door hard after Anya came out of her room. He who is upset, continues to grumble not because.

"Basic strange woman! He could have said that about Sean, "he said with annoyance.

Madam Helena glanced at Anya's business card and grabbed it. He intended to throw the business card into the trash, but soon he also undo his intentions and save the business card into a nightstand.

Meanwhile.

In a hurry Anya left the apartment belonging to Mrs Helena. He was afraid of the middle-aged woman's rampage again for the second time.

"Hhh, amit-amit baby! Having in-laws like him, a week immediately got my stroke," Anya grumbled while shuddering in horror.

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