That Bastard Is My Destiny
Disrupters

Sunday is a day that is awaited by many people around the world, Cleire is no exception. Most people probably use it to relax outside. Breathe fresh air and enjoy the many things outside. But this girl who is already unemployed actually uses it to sleep all day.

Just a discourse because the young girl who is none other than Casey has disturbed her beautiful dreams. If he should be in bed, instead sit on the long sofa of one of the shops in a shopping center.

"Cleire, what do you think?" Cleire stared lazily at the young girl who was busy twisting her body. Ask for an opinion on how suitable the clothes he chooses.

"Dangerous!" the Sambar Cleire. Casey pouted straight away. It is not the right thing to take his sister.

"Work together a little bit, Cleire .." whine Casey.

"Hm," slowly, his brown eyes began to look soft.

"Ish, shitty!" With just a little push, her brother might have already collapsed and slept comfortably on the sofa.

"Cleyree!!" screech Casey, making Cleire wake up immediately. "Whisper!"

"You have no intention of accompanying me!"

"You pulled me. Where did my intention come from?" said Cleire plain. "After all, you are the son of a famous designer whose designs are targeted by many high-class people! Why it is so hard to buy your own. Just come to your mother. Ck! Trouble yourself," Cleire sneered increasingly.

Casey squeezed the clothes in her hand with a pouty face. What did he expect? Cleire was a strange woman who was different from other women. Never mind shopping like a normal woman, choosing pads alone is confusing Cleire! Do you remember that girl had all kinds of brands?

"I'm sorry I brought you!"

"Yes, you should have brought Cedric, "he answered without sin.

"It's getting crazy of me to take him!" peekkik Casey desperate. It's free to have an older sister, but you can't have fun.

"Jeez .. You could ruin her dress, Cas." Just look at the Spg there looking agitated. Wants to rebuke, but is afraid to offend. This is the life of little people like us, they thought.

Casey with a bent face handed the dress in her hands to one of the Spg. "Wrap it. He's the one who paid." Casey pointed at Cleire who was shaking hands. "Yaya whatever. That's your main goal, right."

"You're rich. Hundreds of dollars is like just the end of your nail." Casey sneered by typing her finger on the tip of the nail.

The workers there could only shake their heads slowly to hear the sultan's chatter. The rich are different. Fortunately they can control themselves so as not to be provoked.

"You got two?!" Casey was surprised to see two black cards neatly arranged in Cleire's wallet. Cleire only had one.

"Oh. Chris gave it to him. She wanted to live out her obligations as a future husband," Cleire replied casually, leaving Casey flabbergasted.

Not yet a wife has been treated like a Queen (Treated like a Queen). What if you're married? She truly became the Queen of her sister. Jesus .... Nelson's family is not kidding.

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The byurr!

"What the fuck are you!" peekik Casey angry. They are the center of attention of all visitors.

"That's still lacking for this shameless girl!" the sarcasm.

"What do you mean!"

"It suits him! ******* disgusting who snatches people's lovers!"

"Get me talk!" casey shouted pushing the woman's shoulder hard.

Cleire was silent. The girl would rather clean her face first than argue. Even so, Cleire still put up her ears well. After being noticed, it was still the same woman. Bethany finally dared to approach him directly.

My skin is sticky, right. Why should I water with orange juice? At least with water as in the drama. The girl mumbled to herself in heart.

"Why do you shut up, Cleire! He's been saying you even doused you!" casey chuckled again, annoyed to see her brother was busier on his own. At least teach Bethany this first lesson!

"You shut up, Casey. He who came suddenly made trouble. So let him nag himself to the satisfaction."

"You, continue. I'll listen. Make sure you have issued all your complaints. That way we don't have to see each other again."

"You–" Bethany was furious. Cleire was not even afraid at all. The girl was more relaxed than she expected.

With wide steps Bethany again approached Cleire. His hand was preparing to pull the girl's hair. But who would have thought that when she was about to reach, Cleire casually pushed her seat until Bethany simply reached into the empty space and finally fell on the floor.

Bethany was silent with a hunting breath. He looked around and began to secretly laugh at her. Not to mention Casey laughed the loudest. The woman clenched her hands in annoyance. Already embarrassed, Cleire will not be released.

"JUST DIE!" Bethany stood up and ran towards Cleire, but Cleire immediately stood up from her seat so Bethany again had to accept the embarrassment. The woman moved so fast that she hit the chair Cleire was sitting on.

"Felt!" Casey laughed with satisfaction. Cleire herself had already moved a seat. The girl was completely sinless.

"If there's nothing you want to say I'll go."

"JOHAL*GG!! CHRIS IS MINE, NOT A SEDUCTIVE WOMAN LIKE YOU–" Bughh.

Silent.

Everyone was flabbergasted to see Bethany had fallen unconscious on the floor, then looked at Cleire who was stretching her fingers. Yeah, that girl did it. Too tired to hear Bethany's curse, Cleire unhesitatingly punched the woman in the face. Just bruising doesn't seem to matter.

"Let's go home" he told the frozen Casey.

"Cle– Cleire's. What about her?" Appointing Bethany. Cleire followed Casey's direction.

"You." Cleire told the standing maid to approach.

"Iy– yes, Miss?"

"Fix his sleep or just move it to the toilet" he said, making people break the pattern while shaking.

"Come on!" It was recalled that Casey left after putting a few thousand dollars on the table.

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