SUPER RICH MAN'S
Prologues

A third largest company in Amsterdam, a political issue has just made an uproar as well as making the business fret. The emergence of the stock market aka investors large capital owners are playing stocks, an organization. Data leaks make everything messy.

Shares of the company Adijaya Group plummeted at 1.55%, the pulmonary man who was seen sitting in his chair was so furious staring at all these reports, “What the hell is this?" he said with rage.

“Ma—forgive us master, but that is exactly what is happening, ka—kami—“ assistant named Theo was silent when the sheet of paper was squeezed as hard as his master.

“Quick do something don't be quiet, stupid!”

“We are looking for other investors, mr.”

“This company can not close anything else until it goes out of business, I started all this business from zero!” Adijaya really panicked, he could not afford to give up his wealth slowly ludes one by one.

She has two daughters: Sena and Ariana, both of whom have inversely proportional traits. The spoiled—Sena, and the mandiri—Ariana.

In the company lobby of Adijaya Group, a young man named Garry came to deliver a cooperation contract between companies. He only got orders to deliver a striped brown envelope that was still sealed.

“Is your master in his room?” exclaim Garry with his handsome style.

“Master is in his room, sorry sir can I know what your name is?”

“Garry.”

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The elevator door opened on the top floor of the Adijaya Group building, as feet stepped into the CEO's room. Before his steps were astounded, he saw the figure of a man with glasses who had just come out of the room of Mr. Adijaya.

The man looked agitated after repeatedly sighing slowly.

“Sorry sir, is Mr Adijaya inside?”

Theo nodded then he passed the man from the top of his head to the feet, “Sorry, I was talking to whom?”

Garry smiled and casually displayed his ID Card.

“Thank you.”

Adijaya who rubbed his face dnegan riled it was also mutinied his forehead, “Who?” ask him out loud.

“Good morning sir, I am Garry second assistant to young master Reykhel.

Reykhel's? Papa snorted, he knew who the owner of the name was. Not a random guy—also not an ordinary businessperson, he is the owner of Brilliant Group. Mr. Billionaire is the real one.

Garry offers an unusual contract of cooperation, behind the contract there is a disguised intention of a Reykhel. He secretly had other intentions. I don't know what, not even Garry knows why.

A cooperation contract, once paddle—two three islands exceeded.

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The appointed time arrived, this afternoon Ariana was well prepared. She wears a white dress and a tosca blazer.

The high heels he wears are also white and his sling bag is black. Long shoulder-length hair he let unravel with his plain face without using make up.

She clasped her bag sling rope tightly as a way to vent her emotions.

Before Ariana opened her voice, again the man cut her off quickly.

"Young master hates waiting!" he insisted firmly.

Ariana wanted to know what was the name of this man standing before her, how could there be someone so disrespectful like her?

"May I know your name, sir?"