That Bastard Is My Destiny
Only I Can!

"Cleire!"

Die me ...!

The girl could think no more than to stay away from the location. Cleire immediately ran away by entering the elevator that would take her upstairs. He no longer cared about the middle-aged woman's shock when he saw her running suddenly.

"This kid!" hiss another middle-aged woman. He knew that Cleire must have run out of doing something that would upset him quite a bit. When can that kid calm him down!

"He's a real employee here?" The figure who asked Cleire earlier was apparently still curious.

The woman who had shouted at Cleire immediately turned her head. "Who?"

"The girl who just ran," he pointed.

See ... New also said!

"What's he doing?"

"He broke up the quarrel and offered another product."

Didn't you hear wrong? Something seems suspicious.

"The press she put out was beautiful, Elle. Your designing ability is indeed amazing, according to the price."

Yes. The middle-aged woman who shouted at Cleire was none other than Elleona Melden. The birth mother of Cleire as well as a famous Designer of the owner of this place.

"Thanks, Kara. But .. which dress?"

"Yang–"

"Mrs. Elleona!" Both look at the same time. It was the two women who bought the Dress that was now in their hands.

"We are honored to be the first buyer of your latest dress" said one of them. He showed me the dress he had.

Elleona broke the pattern. That kid must be sneaky again. She's her mother, already knows her daughter's never-serious habits. Sure enough, the two women mentioned their nominal total which made Elleona only able to stroke the chest.

"yeah. Hope you like it." The two women finally left.

"You haven't answered my question, El." Still want to know it turns out. It seemed, the level of curiosity from this woman named Kara was very high.

"Which question?"

"That girl!" Kara's getting upset. His best friend is sometimes annoying.

Elle just shook her hand. "No need to take care of it. We'll just go shopping." Pull Kara's hand.

"Don't start, Elle." Kara won't leave. Elle clucking.

"Why indeed? What do you want to do with him." Elle didn't understand why Kara was so curious.

"Down just say it. What hard!" It was fortunate that their place stood far enough away from other customers, so as not to hear their small debates.

"My assistant," he replied of origin.

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Cleire had already flopped down on the large sofa of her mother's office. The girl glanced at her ringing phone, it seemed like Ardrich had already known her deeds so called her many times.

Cleire was sure that Ardrich wouldn't think he was here. Of course it was because Cleire was so afraid of Elleona who was already like that lioness. His mother was very rarely sweet, unlike other mothers who pampered their children.

It felt like he had only briefly closed his eyes, before finally something like hitting hard on his thigh. Cleire gasped in shock and instantly rose from her comfortable sleep.

Elle was guiltlessly standing across from her and staring at Cleire. Truly the best mother Cleire has ever said before.

"Mom .. pain know no!" The girl stroked her thighs that had been flushed due to her mother's blow.

"I haven't eaten anything yet. Not strong enough to accept your persecution."

"Yes! But still good enough to fool people." In fact, Elle won't just let go.

"It's not cheating, Mom. But business!"

"There are so many reasons! Look Ardrich's been looking for you since. What else did you do." Cleire immediately took his mother's hand.

"Mom didn't say I was here, did he? If so, I'll go abroad again." Elle whizzing.

Excuses! Just tell me if you want another vacation.

"You're an adult. Find a boyfriend or get married there! Don't travel a lot is unclear!"

"Mom always scolded me. He told me to get married again. If you don't want to see me again, just say it." His frown.

Plakk. Elle hit the mouth of the girl who always had that excuse. There's just a way to answer, making Elle can't bear to hit his mouth fat.

"Speak again! I'll cut out your mouth right away." Cleire immediately pursed her lips tightly.

You're the best, Mom.

"Why come here, instead of going to work?" Cleire just kept quiet while staring at Elle.

"You want me to die quickly from high blood huh! Why don't you answer," cried Elle annoyed.

"If I speak, Mom will put on my mouth" he said innocently.

Elle now desperately wanted to strangle him. This kid's actually smart, but also stupid at the same time.

Good thing you're my son!

"Quick eating! After that, help Mom design a new picture to replace the one you sold." Elle took the food she had bought. As a mother, she knew Cleire's habit of rarely having breakfast if not taken care of. Although she is unlike any other mother, believe me, love for her children is immeasurable.

"That belongs to Casey?" ask Cleire.

"And yours" answered Elle.

"Me?" Cleire stared in disbelief at her mother.

"Yes! I made it special for the two of you, but a materialistic girl sold it."

Cleire's smile expanded. Ah ... she was moved. I have no regrets about selling the dress. If not, her mother may confess.

"I love Mom." Looking at Elle with love.

Elle reviewed a faint smile. "Mom loves you too. Now eat. I don't want to bother you if you faint from malnutrition."

Just now the moment was both very warm, but unfortunately only temporary. Cleire's lips again pursed while unwrapping his food and eating it.

I'm the only one who can hit you like this. The other person did not. Inner Elle while watching Cleire who was still pouting.

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