The Most Incredible Wedding

The Most Incredible Wedding
Episode 20: Go home right now!


Episode 20: Go home right now!


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"Hello Kek?"


Kenzo answered the call in a flat tone as if knowing what his Grandfather was going to say.


"Ken, do you really want to see me die fast?"


"How can you let your wife go home alone and take the bus!"


"Are you crazy?"


"Hurry home now and apologize to your wife! remember Ken, she's your wife now, you have to appreciate her! UNDERSTAND!"


Reynold was furious, he did not like the attitude of his granddaughter who lightly dropped off the Moon in the middle of the road and went home by herself on the bus.


Reynold never taught Kenzo to be a jerk.


For Reynold, the woman must be looked after and respected.


Reynold immediately turned off his call, meaning he would not hear any rebuttal from Kenzo.


"Shelf!"


Kenzo hit the table very strongly, his face flushed red with anger and his breathing became heavy.


"Damn it! even complained to my Grandfather on the first day!"


"You know how far you've honed my fucking patience!"


Kenzo growled and it seemed like his patience was thinning, he would not take this matter lightly anymore.


He will teach the Moon a lesson so that the Moon knows its place and knows itself.


From the very beginning he did not want to marry the woman, for what he respected and appreciated the devious woman who set him up.


That's what Kenzo has in mind right now.


Kenzo went straight home with instructions to his personal assistant.


Kenzo felt that this should not be left alone, the Moon should know the place, although Kenzo did not like when his work was disturbed, for this time he will set it aside, in order to give calculations to the Moon.


Kenzo drives himself, he speeds and of course Kenzo is the first to arrive at his luxury residence.


While the moon until around the afternoon, because the streets are jammed and Kenzo residence is at the end of the city, with a house so large and a very large yard.


"Huh!"


The breath of the Moon was already panting, he still had to walk from the gate to the house, where the distance was also far.


Without complaining, the moon kept on going, until she finally reached her husband's residence.


There were already many servants welcoming her, with bowing their heads because now the Moon is the mistress.


The moon was not too comfortable to be greeted with such a festive and stiff like this.


So the Moon just looked down and stepped in silence.


The moon knows, many servants who already hate the Moon very much, because it is considered that the Moon is the luckiest woman because it can marry the young master and raise her degree.


"Damn it, I heard that he teased Mr. Kenzo's grandfather so that this mesh lady could marry Mr. Kenzo,"


"She's really cheap, doing everything for the sake of being Madam ..."


"Damn it, I should have been by Mr. Kenzo's side, I've served Mr. Kenzo wholeheartedly! goddamnit!"


The servants who gossiped were again very confident in their bad speculations.


Their hatred of the Moon made their hearts rotten, for according to them, the Moon should remain a servant like them.


"Nlc ... Miss Moon, Mr. Kenzo is waiting for you in her private room," the servant whom Kenzo had assigned to ask the Moon to go to her private room immediately asked the Moon to visit Kenzo's private room.


The moon widened her eyes upon hearing that, which she knew Kenzo was going to her office, then why now the man had suddenly come home.


The Moon's chest immediately roared incoherently, she became unsettled but all the worries she still covered with a smile.


"Thank you .. Where is the private room then?" The moon asked the servant to lead her.


The servant immediately led the Moon as the Moon wished and they arrived in front of Kenzo Smith's private room.


"Please Mistress .." exclaimed the waiter was actually holding back the anger in his chest.


"Thank you .." the Moon smiled softly and lowered her head, she held the doorknob and entered the private room of the man who was already her husband.


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