The King's Love Mission Crosses Time
Negotiating

The reflection of the shoes echoing above the fourteenth floor attracted everyone's attention, with Bree's charismatic swinging steps wrapped in a black suit with the buttons of the middle suit open very charming. The right hand is tucked in a pants pocket and the left hand is swayed to balance the body, really complementing the perfection of the young master's look. His red lips lifted thinly as his name was shouted hatefully by the middle-aged man who was sitting on the floor. 

"Should I be sad or happy, uncle?" Bree lowered his body by resting on one knee. The intonation of speech sounds soft and also relaxed. The iris of the eye looked fixedly unreadable.

"Stop playing around, Bree !" The hateful gaze compensated for uncle Marcel's up and down breath because he was overcome with anger. Both hands clenched tightly on the floor, until the knuckles did not escape the appearance of a very red face.

"I'm not messing around, did uncle forget ? Yesterday uncle sent some men to attack me." The young master smiled faintly. "I'm no longer a teenage Bree. Take her !" He stood up and left the personnel director's room.

"REMOVE !" Uncle Marcel was struggling when his two hands were wrapped around locked iron bracelets. 

"Mr Marcel, you can do the defense and ask your lawyer to come." Eros stared flatly with a dark shadow sneaking in his memories.

The mature-skinned detective stepped first and followed by several colleagues who herded uncle Marsel. The rest is in charge of checking in the personnel director's room. 

"Sir, you better go home first. After this will usually come the news hunters." Reiki compensates for the boss's move. 

Bree nodded thinly with a smile, that black obsidian was like a wolf's eyes shining in the darkness. 

"Sister Bree." Widan blocked the young master's steps. "Uncle Marcel was brought by Brother Eros, are you sure of this decision?" The man looks worried. "What about Aunt Vindy and Lisa ? They're our relatives." He looked into the bead of the Tyaga group's owner's eyes.

Bree took a step forward without a smile or a gentle gaze. Very clearly the ruler's eyes radiated from the iris of the man's eyes. "Unfortunately, the evil is not brothers." He said with both hands tucked in his pants pocket. 

"Sir, just trust Mr. Bree." Reiki smiled faintly as he passed continuing his steps behind his superior. "Sir, I can't take you to the Mansion." Press the open button on the elevator. 

"You get the job done here first. Tomorrow I'll go back to the office. It's so annoying why you guys underestimate me so much !" The young master slightly nagged before tightly closing his lips on the iron box went down to the bottom floor. "You know what, Rei ? This thing is so terrible, I feel swallowed by a giant box. In my palace there is no such thing." The man's hick mood was active while observing every corner of the elevator room. 

"Maybe the people in your palace are less intelligent." 

"You underestimated my people ?!" The tone of the young master rose by an octave. "They're very intelligent even evil doesn't look so bad on them and you underestimate them." The aura of a king came out, that low intonation sounding dreadful with an unsheathed gaze. 

"Bu—it's not like that." Reiki smiled broadly with his teeth tightened.

"Huh, you're so annoying !" Bree again cleared his throat to clear the sound of drunken effects last night still lingering in the voice. "When is my voice clean ?" 

"A few days, sir." 

"What drink makes people sick !" The young master grumbled to blame for the drink. "Did I concoct myself?" Ideas popping up to find a cuan.

"Don't you, if you concoct yourself the results are not necessarily delicious." 

"Totally so." Bree mangosteen agreed. "We're there?" I asked because the elevator stopped.

"Yes, please." Reiki let his boss out first. " You be careful on the road." He nodded while stepping.

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At the height of the sky the sun was completely perfect giving off its heat, no more overcasts were left. News of the arrest of uncle Marcel like a delicious food served, in some stations have begun to report about him. 

Not only that, Tyaga group is also an easy target for news hunters. Therefore Reiki asked Bree to quickly leave the office. Because that handsome assistant had read a situation that was quickly leaked out. 

"I didn't expect that the young master was speaking yesterday, look at the headline." Xavier chuckled while holding his arm looking at the television. 

"But my target is." Filia still does not understand because in the news said Marcel's uncle was arrested because it was the brain of the attack on the leadership of Tyaga Group. 

"Of course, he won't mention your name. Because Bree doesn't want you to deal with this matter." Xavier looked towards Filia. 

"It's fitting that yesterday he asked his driver to take me quickly to leave the place." 

"That's one way to protect you." Xavier smiles. "And I came to protect him." The man chuckles.

"Yes, you're like a masked hero suddenly coming to his aid." Filia chuckled. 

"Just a coincidence, thank God I'm not late and also quick to come to the old Mansion." 

Xavier and Filia were silent again when they saw a television show showing the office page of Tyaga group. There stood Reiki who had just arrived to deliver Bree home with an office driver. The man was seen answering several reporters' questions regarding the arrest of Marcel's uncle. 

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In a room equipped with tools such as a voice recorder, sound absorber and also Cctv. There is a fairly large rectangular table and chairs facing each other, not far from there there is a glass divider facing directly from the sitting side. 

It was there that Marcel's uncle waited for his interrogation, though anger controlled the heart but the man had no power to vent it. While waiting for the lawyer arrived uncle Marcel was patient with restraint. 

Quick steps sounded from the stomping of one's shoes from the direction of the passageway. Before long the door leaf was pushed to show the tall figure of Eros dashing. 

"Good day, Mr. Marcel." The man landed his body on a chair and placed some documents on the table. A faint smile was seen on his lips as his long breath blew. Many meanings that herded the breath of Eros. 

"Come on Eros, why do you have to bother taking care of this little thing ? If you want to move up the ranks then you can use my connection." Uncle Marcel arrogantly floated a smile and folded his hands to his chest while leaning against the wall of the chair. 

"Little problem ? Is this really just a small matter?" Eros furrowed his brows while upholding his seat and placed his hands on the table overlaying the thin document. His jaw was slightly hardened but under control. 

"Yes, we can negotiate, close this k@sus and I'll take care of your prom0." A lucrative offer was presented by Uncle Marcel.  

Eros seemed to be thinking while looking for seriousness on the middle-aged man's face. His hands were folded back in front of his chest. The man moved the body forward while placing his index finger on the desk disabling the voice recorder. "Uncle sure?" 

"Of course, you're just being Bree's errand boy. The crown prince will feel himself always on top." A confident smile was drawn on Uncle Marcel's black lips.