The Heir's Naughty Twins
Promotional Works: Rejecting the Love of Mafia Bosses

The noise outside forced Ilina Bumantara to rise from her bed to check. The house he lives in is located in a remote area, far from dense settlements and almost untouched by technology.

There is not often a commotion heard, especially around his house hiding except for events about thieves that honestly almost never happened.

What could be stolen in a village whose electricity is still dashed like this?

"What's wrong?" the question is so close to the scene of the commotion that it turns out exactly in front of the house.

There are a lot of people gathered there. What was surprising was that they surrounded an unconscious man by a body drenched in blood.

Ilina's eyes looked at the man.

Handsomest. It's really not the right situation to say it but he's amazingly handsome. In addition, from the skin that looks pale white manicured, the color of clean white teeth that indicate health, also the model of his hair that still looks treated despite being a mess ... once seen it was also clear he was no ordinary person.

Ilina crouched down next to one of her bodyguards. Checking closer the wound the man had gotten.

A shot. Not a knife or celurit more identical in the countryside.

Ilina has lived in this village her whole life. It grows with water here, feeding from plants in this place, although it does not blend well with the people here.

Two murders have occurred. Some men are drunk and somehow from friends suddenly become opponents to each other bludgeoning. But there is no gun in this small village.

"Who is he?"

"Andreas Noah, Miss. He's the bastard son of the head of the Palmer family who showed up a while ago. She disguised herself as a newcomer singer, but it seems her identity is known. I suspect he escaped from the murderer one of his brothers sent."

The Palmers, is it? That's a pretty big family. They are not famous because they are not politicians. As far as Ilina is concerned, the center of the family itself is in Kuala Lumpur.

"Obati him." Ilina. Enter to wash his hands from the blood, then return to the room that Noah had occupied.

It seems a bit suspicious why he was exposed in the village that Ilina happened to live in, but for now he will see if there is a certain purpose or not.

He's the bastard son of a conglomerate family. The fact that he became a singer when he could live without work was more than enough of a signal.

He fled his destiny.

Very amusing. Coincidentally, Ilina was also doing the same thing in this village.

Different from the Haram Palmer, Ilina is the only daughter of the Bumantara family. Arman Bumantara, his father, was forced to send Ilina to a remote place like this so that she could survive longer.

Just a year after, both of his parents were killed in a power struggle.

The fate of people like them is almost always the same.

Life and death in a fight over money.

Sometimes Ilina asks why it should be like that just because of something like money. He knows the value of wealth. But if they are indeed that greedy, why not divide them evenly and then live each so as not to be difficult?

"Whose son is he?" Ilina really felt she had to ask because of Noah's face.

How did ya say it? She's like .. something unreal.

Browned black hair, charismatic facial lines with a pair of neat eyebrows. His eyelashes are long and the shape of his lips is thin.

Of course being a handsome face capital singer does bring benefits to him, but he should know that popular means also announcing yourself.

Identity was not that easy to conceal if he had the blood of a ruler in his body.

"A Korean woman whose whereabouts are thought to be disappearing. Does Miss want us to look for her?"

"No." Ilina was just curious.

...*...

He was injured, but his vitals were not affected. There were only a few body parts that had to be hollowed out by the bullet lesion, but as far as Ilina could see, she was fine.

Many questions were lodged in his head. Why from all the places did he get lost in this village? Why of all the people Palmer's bastard son wants to be killed who got lost here? Why of all the people, was he lying around Ilina's place? Why of all the opportunities, did he just run away and appear now?

But Ilina kept it all right. He told everyone to leave as if nothing had happened, and he sat there waiting for the man to come to his senses.

Long enough, he was actually waiting. Almost three hours passed until Ilina picked up her notebook to write.

Call it a diary, even though what is written on it is not a poetic heart. Ilina was used to writing the things she did in everyday life. Especially today he met a stranger whose identity is quite dangerous.

Amidst the activity of writing a series of random words about Andreas Noah, suddenly a smooth moaning sound from the man. Ilina glances. Removing his minus glasses until the man's face now looks faint.

Ilina's best condition to face someone is when her eyes are blurry. It makes his hearing more sensitive to recognize sounds.

"Are you okay?" tanyanya, lure the man's voice out.

Ilina's voice made her immediately open her eyes. A moment seemed to gather awareness before he groaned again. "This ... where?"

His voice did not sound lying. She's confused.

"My house." Ilina. Somewhat closer to show his face.

Although it was blurry, as the distance was within a range of two meters, Ilina could see him slightly flashing rapidly. The first reaction to seeing Ilina's face was not very suspicious.

He didn't know Ilina, most likely.

"Can you talk?"

He just shut up. Now look back at Ilina.

"I don't know how you're doing, but I have to ask to be sure. You all right?"

".... Yeah." yeah." He closed his eyes again.

The wound hurts, doesn't it? There was a medicine that could relieve this man's pain in the supply box but Ilina did not have much reason to give him too much.

Enough for him to live.

Because not necessarily after she lived, if Ilina knew her intentions.

"What's your name?"

The man opened his eyes again. ".... Noah."

"I'm Lia." Ilina only made up the names of her three-letter names. "I saw you lying around and helping you. But I think I should at least know a little bit about your injuries."

"...."

"I understand." He won't say it. That means he's alert. "Then rest. I don't have enough medicine, so it's better to rest."

Leaving her alone, Ilina now knew at least two things.

He did not know Ilina, and he could not move much. Then it was fine to leave him alone for a while, because even if he wanted to move, he would have a hard time.

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