The Conqueror of Love the Heir
Black Dress

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The door opened from the outside, making the dreamy Nayla sit in front of the window of her room instantly flinch and set her eyes on the one who entered. Spontaneously he moved from his position and stood upright.

Nayla put on an annoyed face. "Who are you?" it is seen in men who look fashionable, but in the style of women.

Now the man approached Nayla who was glaring at the flabby man who walked like a supermodel and circled the body until Nayla who had legs level. The half-woman man stopped right in front of Nayla. "You want what you are! Ask plugged!" annoyed Nayla who is being teased by a woody man. In every inch of his body from bottom to top.

Then, the woody man clucked in a waist-rigged manner shook his head by looking at Nayla, feeling pity or more towards sneering. "The very pathetic girl's dress," he scoffed as he continued to shake his head. Then, there was a long breath of the woody man. "Ck ck! Why would Mister Mahen want to make over a girl like you! Spend the money! Ugly is ugly, yes!"

Not Nayla's name, if you can't return the words of that wicked man who scorned her. "Not pretty is okay! What matters is her heart ter Nae Nae! Porak poranda his soul and body!"

"Hansen, shut up!" snapped someone from outside the door of Nayla's room.

"Miss Nayla, don't mind Hansen's mouth of hell,"

Nayla turned to the source of the sound outside her residential room. And right in the middle of the entrance that was opened wide by an athletic body man. The man who has a field chest and is sturdy. Also a handsome face. Worth being Mahendra Wijaya's personal assistant.

"Hana! Not Hansen!" sahut the wood man. Protesting his name.

Nayla was speechless peeking in place, at this moment. Her Netra looked at the woody man, pointing at the row of dresses inside the closet she had just opened. She pulled out a black dress that hung on a hanger made of iron dominated by gold.

"Yes, me" answered the assistant.

"Ready everything, we're recycling girls" said Hansen, who made Nayla look up.

"Think of paper, recycling! Ask to disleding people!" nayla jolts with widened eyes.

Now Nayla who changed to walk around the body of Hansen, a wooden man who still carries a knee-length black dress.

"I want you to put that dress on? Wear it yourself!"

"Can be pretty, keles! You are not fashionable!" hansen's taunts again.

"Not fashionable from Hong Kong! Look at that, the chest only covers the top of his chest! Not to mention that, spaghetti made the rope! Hadeh, can sag all!" said Nayla imagined herself later, if wearing a black dress model soan. "Beautiful, no! Shame, yes!" namel Nayla refused the black dress.

Hansen took a breath and threw it away with a long sigh. The man turned his body to face the handsome man who was sitting on the red sofa.

"I don't want to wear that dress! Non comma point, use exclamation mark!" hardik Nayla quickly before Gala Hilton, the personal assistant of her husband replied.

"You heard it yourself. What Miss Nayla said. Just follow Miss Nayla's words, before you're thrown into Jupiter with Boss Mahen!" gala Hilton said withholding her laughter. Seeing Hansen not struggling with his new Miss's behavior.

Hansen was singing his lips when the personal assistant of Mr. Mahendra Wijaya signaled to obey all Nayla's words.

With a sour face, the woody man turned around. She sighed in disappointment when she returned the black dress to the wardrobe of Nayla's collection, which had been prepared by her husband.

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