Stepmom Cold Bed
Consecutive message

Melda, the name of the sender of the message that made Maureen's heart suddenly pound irregularly. The woman sent out some photos as she was rummaging through all of Edwin's closets and wrote down a message,

“Nothing is suitable kak.”

Once the contents of the final message from Melda accompanied by a photo of Melda's face that melas and fatigue. Surely the woman was exhausted from checking all the clothes Edwin had.

“Still Mel. Sorry to make you soy sauce,” Maureen reply with regret.

“It’s okay Brother, the important thing is that I have made my promise. Brother Maureen also please full brother's promise to free me from the man. Don't let my family know that I not only work with my abilities but also with my body.”

“Ya Brother, please help me..” As soon as the sound of a reply message from Melda that makes the feathers of Maureen bristling.

“Iya, I'll help you.” Maureen replied firmly. He had intended to free Melda from Edwin's grip. He has a lot of evidence and witnesses. Starting from CCTV footage, photos he took, proof of check in the hotel to the description of some staff who claimed to have seen Edwin harass Melda.

Some PA children are deliberately away from Melda not because they want to bully Melda or do not want to be friends with Melda. They just keep themselves from the possibility of being told by Melda's indiscriminate boss.

“Still Brother...” Reply Melda with tears in her eyes. With the rest of his strength he rushed to re-clean the clothes he made a mess.

In his place, Maureen read the second message, this time the message came in via email. This message is a reply message from a famous fashion brand. They claim that the button is their product. The buttons are attached to the clothes they produce on a limited basis. All over the world, the shirt is made of only three thousand pieces. They also provide a list of names of their clothing buyers.

After struggling to contact the marketing manager in Indonesia, Maureen was finally able to get a list of these names. He hopes that this will be the bright spot who owns these buttons.

Anggoro ‘kah?

Imagining the name made Maureen horrified. Is it possible that the man actually came to her house and offered her money until her mother felt devastated and committed suicide? Is that also the reason why Anggoro gave him a deal?

Akh, Maureen's feelings are not good. While waiting for that Pdf-shaped attachment file to open, he was really impatient. More thrilling when looking at the list of names that are there and the origin of the country of purchase.

Indonesia, the name of the country Maureen first sought. Although not sequential, he still looks for the name Anggoro in the list of Indonesian buyers.

If only he could use the name-coding function in the file, maybe the search would be faster. But unfortunately these scanned files are put together from different stores and countries. His eyes had begun to twitch just to find the name Anggoro, until when closing the eyes even the shadow of the letter that appeared in his mind.

“Sial, I got dizzy!” grunted Maureen in annoyance.

It has reached the last list and the name Anggoro is not on the list of names.

He had to search from above. He opened his eyes wide to look for the name Anggoro until at number two thousand six hundred and eighty seven, he found a familiar name.

“Sir Riswan.” As the name written.

The deg!

Maureen's heart stopped beating.

“Riswan? Buy these coats?” Maureen asked herself.

Maureen closed her eyes for a moment, trying to make her mind aware of the possibilities she had in mind. That man, who was so kind to her, treated her like his own daughter, was it true that he also came to Maureen's house that day?

Maureen's hand began to tremble, she pulled the button out of her pocket and looked at it fixedly. His body suddenly trembled when he imagined that the person who caused his mother's death had actually been around.

How could he act so ordinary as if nothing had ever happened?

Didn't that man feel guilty?

“Goodnight Mistress?”

The sound made Maureen stunned. His blood instantly boiled and his clenched hand clasped the button tightly.

“Mistress, the air is very cold. You better wear warm clothes.” Riswan approached, about to enclose a wide cloth to wrap around Maureen's body.

“Stop!” Maureen spoke out firmly. He refused to let Riswan come closer.

“A-what's wrong Mistress?” the old man was shocked.

Maureen did not answer or turn around. His limping steps, went to the iron chair by the pool and sat there. Maureen put her phone on the table.

“You know this thing?” maureen asked as she put the buttons on the table.

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