The Crown That Was Forced
Myrp chapter 159

After getting a tantrum and direction from Alan, all of Reza's men began to split the task.

Some went back to the location earlier to investigate who was behind all this! And some of them escorted Reza's trip to the airport, to anticipate if something happened that they did not want in the middle of their trip back to the city j.

Reza's luxury car drove quickly without obstacles.the men in front were so agile to open the road so that the luxury car could go quickly.

Reza who was in the car was bare-chested.His face was increasingly shapeless, sweat poured everywhere.

Aldo who was beside Reza became increasingly anxious and afraid.repeatedly he asked the driver to increase the speed again.he was afraid that the effects of the drug would be fatal if not given immediately the antidote.

They both of course also really understand if there is one type of drug that can most cure the effects of this powder.

" Who would have dared to play around like this?" alan murmured in his heart.

his eyes never escaped his tormented young master.

" I make sure the person who sprinkles this poison will get the punishment!" aldo's wrath in his heart.

Their closeness to Reza is already quite tight, making both of them so worried about the state of his young master, although often angry, fierce and likes to act as he pleases, but their level of concern for Reza never receded in the slightest by all the arrogant attitude of his young master.

Right at the restaurant where the dinner last took place, a mysterious man disguised as an impromptu waitress at the restaurant, was, lost track of Reza after celebrating the victory because it had managed to mix the evil powder into Reza's food and make sure the food goes directly into Reza's precious mouth.

" Where is He? Why would I lose track again!"The man's grumbling did not accept.

The man who was still wearing the butler's clothes was busy running around and around looking for Reza's footprints, but he did not find at all Reza in various places that were his target.

" Where did he go? I saw him go into the toilet.Where did he go? " said the man while pulling his hair rough.The servant hat he had been wearing had just fallen down on the toilet floor.

This time Reza's men were really mischievous, the enemy they thought was depleted even disguised as a person completely undetected by all of them.

Reza is now on his private plane.

The journey to the city j is going on dramatically.not much that Alan and Aldo can do but pray that the effects of the drug can still be treated, because the distance they traveled quite far, quite far,separated by the sea and the island.

" Boss." call Alan from outside Reza's private room.

Inside this private plane is filled with complete facilities just like in his hotel room.

Reza is now in the bathroom to soak his body to reduce the heat that has already burned his body.

"Gue can't take it anymore!" lamented Reza with a body shaking violently.His magical heirloom has even stood tall.

" Boss." call Alan with a little shout, the sense of anxiety gets stronger haunting when not getting the speech from within, the,even he was already standing half an hour ago in front of this door yet Reza had yet to answer a word.

" Boss." shouted again while banging on the door.

" Yes." replied Reza briefly.

" Are you okay?" ask him to make sure.

" Well where's it from? How long are we gonna be up to her? I can no longer hold it back." Reza replied from the inside.

" in 5 minutes we get to the boss, should you get ready from now on, or would I help you?" ask Alan again.

Large private aircraft owned by Wijaya group end up also on the airport runway j. in their hurry out of there, and,then move into the pickup car that was waiting right around the plane.

" Faster Mr. Arman." Alan told the office driver.

They may not ask for a pick-up to the driver at Husein's residence, it may not all go according to plan.

The car that brought Reza finally arrived faster at Gita's house, as usual Reza's men swiftly opened the way to facilitate the speed of Reza's car through the city j jam.

" Den Reza." said Mbok Darmi accidentally cross paths with Reza.

" Yes Mbok, is Gita asleep?"

" It's Den, do you want Mbok ready for dinner or Den drinks?" tawar Mbok Darmi friendly.

" No need Mbok, I had eaten outside" replied Reza slowly then ran up the stairs.

The conditions in the house are quiet, the lights of the core room have been turned off, a sign that the owner is asleep in the dream realm.

Chequek..

Reza's first attempt to open the door to his room failed, apparently locked tightly, because it was locked by the Gita from the inside.

He always advised his wife to lock the door if she was sleeping or doing other activities in their room.Lucky Reza did not forget to bring their spare room key so that she did not need to search fill the warehouse behind to open the door to his room.

" Yes!" reza exclaimed after successfully opening the door of his room, and the medicine he was looking for turned out to be sound asleep without realizing anyone had entered his room.

Reza's body stiffened when he saw the sexy body of his wife who was plastered on the bed without being covered by a blanket that had fallen on the floor.

Gita sleeps wearing a thin satin shirt because it often feels overwhelming heat because of this old pregnant condition her sweat more soaked her body.

Reza who could not stand it anymore, immediately approached his wife.

" Dear!" call her with a hoarse voice, do not forget her dead red face that is ready to explode if it does not immediately get the antidote.

The faint-hearted Gita heard the voice of her heart lover, instantly opening her two beautiful eyelids perfectly.

How surprised she was to see the figure of the person she so longed for these few days had been sitting sweetly beside her.

"I'm dreaming again?" ask Gita to herself.

He quickly shook his head and rubbed his eyes that still felt strange.

" Yes! Is this really you? Why don't you go home and tell me the hell?"gita asked after her consciousness had gathered up perfectly.

" Later Mas obviously right, now please help Mas, dear? I can't take it anymore."

" Please help?" reload Gita full of questions.

Don't forget to stop by my second novel, guys.

" Forced to be a second wife"