The Conqueror of Love the Heir
Fall in Love

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"Hmm..!" sahut Mahen with a look of disbelief.

"Yes, I agree. Mr Mahendra Wijaya! What you said wasn't kidding, was it?" nayla asked him again.

"Did my face look like I was joking! Oh, that's right! Do you think I'm standing up for comedy when busywork takes up my time! Especially with just a snot girl like you!" hardik Mahen with a cold look at Nayla.

Instantly Nayla's face turned inflamed red. Embarrassed? Definitely! However, he should be able to stay calm in a time when the atmosphere is getting heated like this. Nayla tried to look relaxed, although the words thrown by a Mahendra Wijaya just seemed to smell emphasis. It was even dominated by the insults heard in Nayla's sense of hearing.

It's painful! Underestimated! Insulted!

Let it all be swallowed up raw by the 19-year-old girl, who wants to fight for life, the person she loves.

"Sorry before, Mr. Mahen. If I am too lazy to ask you this. Of the many women out there you know, why did the choice fall on me? Which incidentally is just a snot girl! The girl who just graduated from school yesterday afternoon! And not even understand the meaning of a sacred marriage in the sacred promise made before the guardians and witnesses! However, I am very grateful and grateful to Mr. Mahendra Wijaya who has chosen me. An indescribable fortune with millions of words! Can give birth to one descendant of the Great Family of Vijaya who is very well-respected!" questions as well as words that are very stuck in the heart of Mahen said from the lips ranum of a Nayla Suherman. Who endured her pain and the reminiscent crystal circles in the corners of her beautiful beads.

Hearing all that, Mahen hurriedly turned his gaze towards the large glass behind his seat of greatness.

The sunlight is very hot on the head. He gives off heat that becomes identical to him. Which is very useful for those who need light.

A few seconds later, Mahen took a deep breath. Then, blow rough. His gaze now, turned to a girl who was sitting unsettled. His heart felt like it was about to leave from that chest-stifling place. However, he had to be able to convince the mature man before him to earn a hundred million in an instant, in order to save the life of his father who was lying in the operating room, right now.

"Why did I choose you? The answer is because I need a girl who's still a virgin! And from a good family with the main religious upbringing! Also the most important point here is the position we both need! I need your womb to give birth to my offspring. And you need that money for your father's hospital expenses! And I'll help you find out who hit your father!"

The shadow of who hit his father, until now has not been answered. It was as if the case was covered up by the person who had money in it. Nayla's father had a traffic accident that killed the driver who was driving Mr. Hadi's car and left Mr. Hadi still lying in the hospital.

The cost of Pak Hadi's hospital is not entirely borne by the company where Pak Hadi devotes his energy. It all depends on the position platform owned by the company.

Back to two people who were silent to each other. Now, Nayla's focus is only on the offer made by Mahen.

All that Nayla did was for her father's recovery. No other desire was tucked into Nayla's heart.

It may be true what people say, if the emotions of the girl who is still heading into adulthood can change as fast as lightning. Emotions depend on mood. A second of happy smiling, a second later could cry roaring.

It seemed that the snot girl's patience was being completely tested. If it wasn't for that irresponsible impactor, it would have escaped. And his father's treatment was borne from the company according to his position platform only. Maybe Nayla will never be in the position she is today. If you want to get angry? Angry at who? But he will never blame fate or be disappointed in his fate. Because you have to make a decision as extreme as it is in a state of sandwiched in this life.

"Dae!" call Mahen, but not heard by Nayla.

"Darkl Suherman!" mahen exclaimed that restored the concentration of Nayla that was almost lost.

"I gave you time to think for a moment before, you actually agreed and signed the deal I made. It starts now and ends with the clockwise length it stops right at the number 12!" mahen's edict with a serious facial expression, made Nayla increasingly confused with the fog he made.

Mahen squinted his eyes and added a word. "Not more and nothing less!"

Nayla scooped her face rough. 'God! It's called five minutes! Now it's at 11, the long needle. Nih people as words! Good thing Big Boss! If Rahardian is in front of me, I've been snapping her hair neatly lined up. Like a row of ducks coming out of a cage!'

Suppose Nayla isn't alone right now. There is his mother who can be invited to discuss the deal, of course he will not think hard to find the answer. But will his mother approve Nayla's decision? Or even become the number one person who strictly forbids Nayla to agree to the deal. Being a second wife! What is different about an actor? The third person in Mahendra Wijaya's relationship with his legal wife! However, Nayla had to decide immediately within five minutes. Risking his youth, with just one word 'yes'.

"Finish! Time is over. And the answer is.." The baritone's voice made Nayla's heartbeat feel crazy.

With eyes filled with a strong determination and has solidified his heart. A few seconds later, a soft voice came from Nayla's lips. "Yes! I agree to the deal."

Mahen grinned. He cried out happily in his heart, getting the answer he so desperately wanted.

"You'll get 5 billion, after you give birth to my son! But, if within a year. You're not getting pregnant---," Mahen paused.

"What compensation?" Nayla opened her mouth to respond to the speech of the heir to Wijaya Group.

"You'll be a slave girl, as long as you can't return the money you used to treat your father!"

Nayla jerks. "CRAZY!" he could not believe what he had heard from Mahen. "Could it? One year!"

"Hmmm.."

Nayla swallowed her saliva deeply. Closing his eyes for a moment. The shadow that will happen in front of her, if within a year she does not get pregnant. It breathes a lot of oxygen. Then blow slowly.

"alright. I still agree to the deal! But, this time I give conditions to you, Mr. Mahendra Wijaya!" Nayla filed the conditions.

"What's that?"

"There's no wedding before you touch me! Even if you're just marrying Siri!"

Mahen. He's massaging his temple. 'From the beginning he didn't want a second marriage for him! However, his mother wanted a descendant from him. And at this time, the snot girl asked him to conditionally marry her first before touching her.'

"OK, I agree to your terms this time. But I also have one more condition for you! And you have to be able to do it!"

"Otherwise?"

"There's no word in love between us!" loud Mahen who made the blood murmur in Nayla's veins rustle faster. His heart was also hard to control.

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