The Conqueror of Love the Heir
Singles

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"Come here and say no greetings. Straightforward"

"As far as me! This is my husband's office! Want me to hang out! Want me to calm down, it's all up to me!" oceh Giska while putting on the face of a pretentious jutek became the great mistress of a sole heir of Vijaya.

"Yes right, too, yeah. This is Miss Giska's husband's office. Where there is a right I remind, even regulate your attitude. But, I guess. That intelligent and honorable woman would not embarrass herself. Should be the wife of a Mahendra Wijaya, not a woman who has a calm, graceful and elegant attitude? Moreover, having a scandal with someone on the outside," reply said Gala who changed the expression and color of the face Giska into a very pleasant answer for Mahen's personal assistant.

"What do you mean by your words? A jongos does not deserve to judge Mahendra!" hardik Giska circulated his gaze in all directions and made sure in the room there was only him and Gala.

'Think I don't know your foul behavior, Miss Giska. Uh, wrong. After this was only a former being thrown into the Borneo swamps, Gala's inner being was amused at hearing Giska's utterance. 'It is better to be a snub with honorable behavior.'

Kernyitan was clearly visible on Giska's glowing forehead. She kept an eye on the movements of the young man who became her husband's trust.

"Damn it!" rfor the Hilton Gala. He was made ketar ketir with a row of questions from women who stared intently at him.

It's not a good idea if he has to make a drama in front of his master's wife by pretending not to know anything about his master's series marriage. It is certain that he will be a laughing stock by women who are used to playing a play and won many awards.

Just as his head felt a faint frown and began to be filled with questions as well as slight threats from Giska, the metallic blue flattened ringtone that chuckled on his desk, startled the two of them all of a sudden, in times of tension on fire.

Piss off! Confused! Get angry!

The nano-nano sense that was seeping in Gala's heart and mind, could not possibly be poured on the caller. He may be expelled from the Wijaya Group Company.

The sudden disturbance came from a person he knew very well and had the highest power in the company. Yes, he is Mahendra Wijaya.

Clearly the name of the master was plastered on the screen of his phone, at this time. Mahendra called Gala at an inopportune moment. Said to be an atmosphere destroyer, he was afraid of silence.

But, if he answers the phone from his master, it could be that the woman who is staring intently at him, immediately takes over his favorite phone.

"Woi, noisy! Pick up the phone first! Make the blood boil!" giska's Edict to Gala.

Gala's head feels like it's about to break. To be honest is also wrong! Lying, especially! Puyeng.

"It turns out the conglomerate's love is too complicated. It looks sweet in front of the eyes. Pait at the ends," Gala grumbled in her heart. "Not to mention if involved scandal love deposit," Gala lips curved corners spell back the word deposit is another word deposit.

Gala's phone screen is back on. The sound of his ringing blocked the eardrum of the woman who stood glaring towards Gala, while glancing at the cellphone screen of the assistant mainstay of her husband.

In the mind Gala was currently shouting loudly, asking for her freedom. He almost opened a loud voice. "Thankful dech you! Soon you're thrown into the comb!"

Luck is still on the side of young men who have a handsome face, the dream of pure girls. Not the boned presto.

Gala showed a calm demeanor before Giska, developing a mocking smile.

"This is your phone! I want to see who's calling you!" lantang Giska wanted to snatch the flat object that was directly in the Gala's hand.

"Oh can't" Gala refused.

"Don't doubt! You are just a laborer! Doormat remains a doormat, will not turn into an employer!" hardik Giska ruffled waist.

"It is very true, Mrs Giska, that you speak. And it reflects on yourself!" a booming reply from a Hilton Gala that made Giska even more inflamed.

"That must be Mahen calling you!" giska again.

"Cryption! So that guy don't be so damn ignorant! And don't want to know anyone else's business! Not positive for liver!" gala said casually.

Giska was trying to wait patiently for Gala's answer about where her husband was. However, because the caller is not clear that Giska's version has added to his annoyance, increasingly in the crown.

"Just read and see whose name is on my phone screen, who is contacting me!" gala said by showing the screen of his phone to the face of Giska, but still the metallic blue phone is in his power.

ARKASA DUKE

Giska spelled the letter on Gala Hilton's phone screen.

Pity it!

Giska turned her face away quickly. The caller was not the expected person. One second later, Giska was no longer in the Gala room with a constant nagging.

"Main hide and seek with Giska? Where can you be Mahendra Wijaya! You can't have anyone else! If I can't have you either!" oceh Giska's.

After the unsettling jutek woman left his room, Gala fell silent. The young man who devoted his energy to the Wijaya Group company, linked his long fingers to rest his chin on the table.

Tired and tired in the past few minutes, collided acting with the famous actress. Now, he rests his head on the back of the chair.

Just now Gala closed both of her neutrals. The noise from his phone, wanting to be touched immediately.

Gala immediately shifted the green button on her phone screen and attached the metallic blue flat object to her earlobes.

"Come to my room, now!" tell someone from their phone and end it immediately without any follow-up conversations.

"Good God, my God. What's up with today? Men all on sensi. This day is full of pink. It should be a day full of happiness for those who have a partner. But not with the singles who had to hammer before closing their eyes," Gala chuckled to herself, in her dark moment hearing the curses of her heart. "work.. Workings.. And work! How can I have a living doll? My time and day are up to please others. When am I happy? May today's florist be all closed! The chocolate factory is no longer in production! Restaurant on demo chef! Heavy rain, it's the best choice for singles not to go out of the house. The day cursed by singles is Saturday. Suck up!"

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