The Love Struggle of Young Miss
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In a stuffy warehouse that was no longer in use, a beautiful girl sat tied to a chair, still with her eyes closed due to the influence of drugs. However, a moment later the girl's eyes seemed to blink. He was surprised when he found his body was already tied.

"Please!" sabrina shouted in an attempt to untie the bond.

"Be quiet! Want to scream as loud as anything, no one will hear you!" snapped at one of the burly men guarding there.

"You who? I never had any business with you!" Sabrina spoke in a high voice.

"We have never known you, but after you insulted Madam Boss, then you should get her back!" timpal them.

Sabrina's forehead looked shriveled, and was still trying to remember. "Whose boss's mom? I never insulted anyone."

"Are you sure, Miss?"

The sound from the entrance managed to distract them. Sabrina's eyes widened perfectly when she saw the man earlier this afternoon, walking closer to her with a face that looked so flat.

"Aren't you Young Miss Alexander's and Cacha's men?" ask Sabrina.

"It turns out your memory is very good, Miss." Mike's lip was raised. One of Mike's men took a chair, and told the boss to sit down.

"I have nothing to do with you!" peekit Sabrina. Mike sat on the chair gallantly, one leg resting on the other and leaning.

"We had no business before, but you have dared to insult my little wife!" Mike's hands clenched tightly with jaws tightened as Sabrina's remark that Cacha was a sugar baby twisted in her memory.

"Who's your little wife?" Sabrina still doesn't understand.

"Marisa Saputri or Cacha," said Mike firmly.

Sabrina's eyes opened wide again. "Cacha? So, you're Cacha's husband? Hahaha, I didn't expect that Cacha's taste was an aged man," Sabrina said.

"I didn't expect that it turned out that Cacha's taste had changed by now." Sabrina is still getting stuck. He was unaware of Mike's already sharpening gaze.

"You! Bring the file here!" mike's orders to a man who immediately walked over. He handed him a blue map that was immediately accepted by Mike. Hearing Mike's resolute command, Sabrina's laughter muffled instantly.

Mike read the file slowly with an occasional smile on his side, while Sabrina was increasingly astonished and curious about the contents of the file. After he finished reading, Mike closed the file and returned it to his men.

"Sabrina Almira's. The eldest daughter of two brothers. His father left because he lost gambling and left hundreds of millions in debt. Went to the city, became a prostitute and also a mistress of wealthy men to be able to get a lot of property. Put up a three million rate once play."

Sabrina's body paled after hearing sentence after sentence thrown from Mike. How could the man know about the private matter that he had sealed up?

"W-how did you know?" ask Sabrina.

"You insulted my wife, said she was a sugar baby, you were a sugar baby yourself." Mike smiled in anguish.

"Isn't Cacha also a sugar baby with loving older men, oh I forgot that you're just a boy!" hina Sabrina's. He tried hard to gather all his courage.

"Originally you know, my relationship with Cacha is lawful husband and wife in the eyes of law and religion. If I used to be just a guy, then why? Even without my wife working, I can still live it!" firmly Mike.

"With what? With the salary that Cacha's father gave? Much the same. Hmh!" Sabrina spit. Mike's men who saw it, became a blackboard ride. Even one of them came forward and slapped Sabrina so that the corner of the girl's lips was bleeding.

"Don't judge by what you see and hear, miss. I'm no longer Mr. Johan's man. You don't need to know what my real job is. I just wanted to surprise you, as I promised you."

Sabrina was silent, somehow her feelings suddenly did not feel good especially when she saw the look of Mike's eyes were so scary. Mike clapped his hands to give the code, a moment later the other men entered with a shabby-clothed man who was also tied up.

Sabrina tried to observe the slum man, looking familiar to him. As the man looked up, Sabrina's body stiffened even her entire blood flow as if it had stopped at that very instant.

"Mr."