The Man Who Taken My Crown

The Man Who Taken My Crown
Needs a Woman


Nirmala knew she wasn't as smart as Hendra, so she didn't have to use the hard way to get evidence. He just needed to take a little medicine from the Love Club and then drugged Hendra, get evidence while he was half conscious, then handed it to the police.


“Why not talk?” asked Fernando with full meaning implied.


Nirmala regained consciousness, then refused firmly, “I'm not close to Mr Wilson!”


“Oh, then, we can't do this transaction!” Fernando is unfortunate.


Nirmala tried to negotiate once again, she said with a serious face, “You may ask me for another condition!”


“My terms are just this one, if you don't accept it, you can go now!” Fernando shrugged his shoulders.


Nirmala was helpless, and after hesitation, she finally agreed to Fernando's request.


The two struck a deal, Fernando laughing triumphantly, while Nirmala carried his bag, then got up and left.


Their deal is that as long as Nirmala is able to stop the police from shutting down the Love Club, Fernando will give him the cure.


After leaving the Love Club, Nirmala thought for a moment, then walked into a phone cabin, put in the coins and called Oliver.


After making the fifth call, Oliver just answered his call.


Not waiting for Oliver to speak, Nirmala immediately said, “Halo Mr Wilson, I'm Suzzana.”


Oliver who heard this voice was a little surprised, obviously this is Nirmala's voice, why did he use the name “Suzzana” to call him?


Oh yeah, Nirmala still doesn't know that she already knows Suzzana's true identity, so now that she won't divulge this, she wants to see what Nirmala wants to do.


“What's looking for me?” Oliver pretended to be cold and haughty.


Nirmala raised her eyebrows, she was completely unaware that Oliver had known her identity.


“Regarding the issue of the Love Club that will soon be closed, can Mr Wilson help?” asked Nirmala in a low voice.


Oliver sat in his director's office, answering the phone while thinking.


Due to returning home to Surabaya for a few days, his job became neglected and now he has to be busy and overtime to take care of documents.


Nirmala did not reply for a long time, and only replied helplessly, “It seems that Mr. Wilson does not want to help, then excuse me for bothering you.”


“You must give me a reward if you want to ask for my help, after helping you, what can I get?” Oliver replied calmly.


What does he want to do?


Nirmala did not understand what Oliver wanted, but after careful thought, she understood. Oliver doesn't lack anything, he's just a singer in a nightclub, what can he give him?


The only thing she could give him was to sleep with her.


Safira and Yanti are Oliver's women, is Oliver still short of women?


As soon as Nirmala thought Oliver was so passionate about her every time they met, she was terrified.


Nirmala has a lot of misstating against Oliver, but Oliver doesn't realize it at all, even if Oliver realizes it, he won't care either because he knows Nirmala is no longer his.


“Mr Wilson, let's just say I owe you a favor, can you help me?” Nirmala tried to avoid the topic.


Oliver deliberately teases him, “I am a businessman, a businessman will not let his customers owe him.”


“Mr Wilson, I'm just a singer in a nightclub! There's nothing I can give you. I called you today just wanted to try it, maybe you could help me, but it looks like I'm overconfident!” nirmala said while frowning.


Oliver replied coldly, “Of course there is something you can give me, tonight there is no woman accompanying me. You come to my office in the Last Building, satisfy me tonight, then I will help you.”


Eh? Oliver's gone back to Bandung? But, this guy really ...


Nirmala got angry when she heard Oliver's words, but why should she be angry? Is not he asking for his help now.


Nirmala took a deep breath and calmed her heart, then said, “Don't Mr Wilson just want a woman to accompany you, no problem! Please Mr Wilson wait at the office tonight!”


Finished saying, Nirmala immediately hung up the phone.


It takes a woman's company, right?