The CEO's Beloved Woman
Novel Duda Casanova Trapped in Love Girl Bar-Bar

After getting a report from the spy, he slammed the door with his step towards the bed and soon danced on the keyboard.

Because the girl was investigating the incident that befell her by taking control of the actions done by Morgan Gayatri Smith.

Fifteen minutes passed and it was a shock that the girl had a reality slapping her. The action made by his om comes from a fatal mistake and more surprising the om trapped in the influence of high doses of drugs.

The one who trapped him was someone hated by himself.

Want as good as you can never get my om because I know your purpose in approaching it and I make sure after this I will never believe every joke I say.

Even the fingers of the girl continued to pass over the keyboard to look for the face of someone whose precious treasures were forcibly snatched away and stunned when she found the face.

"Damn this weathered bachelor .. has failed me and he has taken away his possessions ... this time I'll never forgive you and before that I'd better punish her until she brings you before me."

His determination was unanimous because he would punish the weathered bujang to want to be responsible for the actions he had done.

Even he promised to meet the man secretly and apologized on behalf of the weathered bachelor and gave a limited edition card to give life because he was very sure the girl who was taken by force by his om produced a child.

Investigating the background of the girl who did not take long he was surprised by the data of the girl who was so familiar to him.

It's unfortunate your fate when you slam hard work for both your parents, but what you keep must be snatched away by my om. However, it will mean nothing to you and I promise to help you hide because I want her to realize the mistake she made.

He also remembered tomorrow morning will visit the grave of the late mother and at that time he will teach a lesson for the weathered bachelor, the old lady, which was only by mistake forced Araela Ayudia Gayatri Smith to stay up late while cleaning up the mess made by Morgan by deleting some of the footage and leaving some important parts to remove the trace of the girl snatched away.

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The next day a ray of sunshine had been welcomed at a place that witnessed sweat sweat sweat between Morgan and a girl being snatched away.

The weathered bujang grimaced in the head because the medicine really controlled his mind which he unwittingly wore nothing but his plain stocky body without a thread.

"What's going on? Arghh ... shit! She really is a cunning woman who wants to trap me with cheap tricks, but why did I get here? Whose blood is this? My shirt and pants are not in place. Why is only this damn thing left behind." Morgan monologued as he thought of someone he had forcibly snatched away.

The man snatched the cell phone to contact the spy who became his shadow while continuing to think about the incident happened to him.

Not long after that his call was connected which without mince words the man told the spy, bring a change of clothes because he remembered will visit the tomb of someone so valuable for the weathered bachelor.

"Don't forget after you brought me a change .. Ask your other colleagues to check this record .. You should report it to me right now!"

"A ... nu, young master .. regarding that there has been someone else who erased his tracks."

"You're not kidding me, are you?"

"When I got here last night .. all the footage was erased and the tracks were no longer, young master."

"Wait for you here and don't forget to bring me what I need!"

The call ended with her deadly self. Didn't want to make the little baby wait for the man to clean up. Even he was carried away while sharing a sweat that turned out to make opium dangerous for Morgan.

"Arghh .. shit! That taste makes opium dangerous for me.. hey, whoever you have to be is responsible for because your body makes him back to his feet."

Half an hour soaking in cold water while calming something raging. Finally Morgan ended the ritual and quickly grabbed a paper bag containing a change of clothes.

Do not forget he told the spy to bring and keep an object left behind that he will keep himself as a reminder that he will not forget the warm night so long.

"Don't let my little baby know about this .. take it and put it in my room .. 'cause I'll set it up myself."

"Okay, young master."

"If you ever meet a woman who claims to have slept with me. Never trust her one bit. Make sure you and your colleagues keep looking for her after checking this blood. Understand!"

Morgan stepped foot after that he decided to go home because now his promise will accompany the tiny baby to visit the tomb.

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Meanwhile, in an office already two days Prasetya was staying in a room that only he himself knew his secret room.

Given the middle-aged man was reluctant to return to the mansion because he felt disappointed with the second wife who was married.

Because, the woman always instigates the thought of hating a biological child who was never considered to exist, for the sake of loving a child who has absolutely no blood relationship with her.

I'm sorry for everything and if I did match you with his choice. Papa will approve of it and I will not interfere in your personal affairs. May you forgive the mistakes I once did for you.

Prasetya decided to visit the grave of someone who during his time was a shadow of his regret and he would also make up for all the wounds he incised to his only daughter.

Talking about the middle-aged man's only daughter was a little doubtful about Sonya's status as part of the Smith family.

What secrets had been so neatly hidden, even the appearance of Bastian was currently a question mark in the middle-aged man's mind.

Is there something that has been missed so far? For this reason he tried desperately to hold on until he found the point of curiosity that the last few disturbed his mind.

After lingering contemplation inside his secret private room, the middle-aged man finally walked out of the room and did not forget to ask some of the private secretary, who was, it turns out that he is the shadow assistant of the Great Lord Gunawan Gayatri Smith.

"Did my wife come looking for me?" Prasetya without making small talk directly to him.

"Yes, Mr. Pras .. It's been the last two days that the mistress and the lady are looking for whereabouts, you."

"Then did you say I had been hiding out in my secret room for the last two days? Did they find the secret room?"

The secret room referred to a hiding place for the past two days. Given that no one knew, only the owner and the secretary in front of him knew of the place.

"No, Mr. .. the mistress only searched a few places .. Even he was indifferent when passing through the secret room, you."

"Make sure he doesn't find my secret room .. 'cause that's the only place I can go to. 'do you understand your duty!"

"Good, Mr. Pras."

"Today you took over the meeting and made sure my request yesterday was made. If the madam's looking for me, tell me I don't want to be disturbed."

Without looking back Prasetya set foot to the place where he would visit someone who had been so very valuable to the middle-aged man.