The Betrayals
Hafsa between two sides

Still in the past

Before the night of the incident

The Futtaim family residence.

Mrs Reck Futtaim raised the tip of her eyebrow, looking at the woman before him for some time.

"You don't want to be honest with me, Hafsa?" the middle-aged woman asked the beautiful woman before her, she displayed an elegant style that despite her age was no longer easy to ask the beautiful woman before her to know what her son was doing behind them all.

Hafsa felt her head at this moment completely throb, throbbing, not knowing how he had to live among the Futtaim family where Yavuz asked him to find a virgin girl to do surrogacy mother to plant her super seed, Yavuz asked him to find a virgin girl to do surrogacy mother to plant her super seed, although he had rejected her many times in fact the coercion had managed to make her unwillingly accept the deal that Yavuz had done to her because few men always knew how to suppress but in a slightly elegant and sweet way.

after fulfilling Yavuz's wish, his life is still not okay this time the man's parents call him and question their son's plans.

"Oh my God, this is really crazy." Hafsa nodded while dancing roughly her breath.

"You know I can do anything to find information about Yav, and if you fulfill his will or desire you know what the biggest risk is?" mommy Yavuz spoke to him in such a calm tone but rest assured his words were actually very deadly.

Hafsa tried to expand her smile then she calmly replied to what the woman before her said.

"of course I know a big risk I'll experience if I deal with untie" he replied no less calmly with the woman before him.

he clearly knew the power of women in the Futtaim family, because dealing with one of them was no easy feat.

hearing Hafsa's reply instantly made the woman laugh a little then she said.

"i heard he was planning something sneaky, though, first he hoped to be able to do a contract marriage with a girl he hired but I'm grateful he asked to cancel the marriage because he was afraid I knew his plan" Again the middle-aged woman spoke this time she grabbed the drink glass in front of her, the woman shook the drink glass slowly then she began to enjoy the drink sip for a sip.

after enjoying a few sips of the drink the woman again said.

"Next I hear he's looking for a girl to surrogate the mother and then he wants to re-marry the contract with the girl, doesn't my son always have a plan that is beyond the logic of his parents?" the woman placed her drinking glass slowly on the table then she looked at Hafsa with such a sharp gaze.

it is not easy for the woman to face Hafsa for her son, the man always involves the people around him to avoid marriage without knowing whether it will be risky or not.

actually pressing hapsah is not his style because he knows he should also be in quite a depressed condition because of his son, he said, but he was forced to do this to negotiate with the beautiful woman before him in order to settle all affairs with his son.

He sent someone to investigate his son and how shocked he was to find out the man was planning to deceive the whole family with his marriage as well as baby surrogacy.

actually this is not a matter of poor or rich people who will be chosen by Yavuz, but what he wants is a good girl who sits from a good family and where the girl has good character also deserves to be his son's companion.

he could have chosen just any girl he wanted but not a good looking mother for children as well as a hard-headed son who had a rebellious nature like Yavuz had tohe was well broken because he knew very well how his son was.

just looking for her a girl was definitely not a wise decision let alone being married contractually to someone was obviously very terrible for her, she said, this is an age of modernization and for which there is no longer such terrible marriage contract in this age.

who knows the woman will only take advantage of for example there are other things that she wants from afar could be the woman wants to rule in the Futtaim family and forget the exact status if she is a woman who happens to be lucky to have her son

not a few women who suddenly rose to the top felt to be arrogant and also as if she was the ruler inside her husband's house, trying to control and even seize what is owned by her husband.

He obviously did not dare to imagine such a thing in his life.

"and the person he appointed to look for the virgin line was also the girl of his choice was you" And the woman resumed her words, she looked at Hafsa while raising the tip of her eyebrows.

Believe me Hafsa can massage his head that feels pain suddenly.

"tell me when she'll carry out her plan then tell me who's her chosen girl?" mommy Yavuz asked with high curiosity, she wanted to know this time who the girl would be chosen by her son.

Hafsa finally said.

"i thought the matter was quite complicated between untie and Yavuz" he started to open his voice and quickly said to the woman before him.

Hearing this led Yavuz's mommy to re-raise the tips of her eyebrows, the woman advanced her body and tried to listen to the continuation of the words of Hafsah.

"It's very difficult to stand between untie and Yavuz, I have to be pulled over here to obey you both" actually his sentence was more on the protests that occurred but he did not want to think that the sentence was like a meaningless protest.

"I have a pretty wise suggestion that maybe this will be the best way out between untie and Yavuz" and when the woman said that, rest assured she had such an amazing plan, she could never be guessed by anyone.

"Tell me, do untie and uncle have any special girl recommendations you want to give Yavuz?" and when Hafsa asked like that, now his eyeballs turned towards his left side where there was a Mr. Reck Futtaim who had only been a listener of the conversation the two of them had since.

When Hafsa asked believing that it made the middle-aged man immediately raise the tip of his lips then he said.

"I've always loved doing business with people like you, Hafsa" the man said, staring happily at Hafsa.