The Paid Men and the Mafia Girls
CHAPTER 10: VENGEANCE AND CURIOSITY
"Admend it! Mom, it's Jourrel!" screech the man down while avoiding the woman's crushing blows.
Hearing the familiar screeches, Dina stopped her action, then turned on the light switch, as their house was already dark.
"Gee! Why are you in the middle of the night, raging rich?!" exclaimed Dina, the woman who had given birth to him.
Finally, Jourrel could breathe a sigh of relief after the crushing blow on his body, had stopped. He straightened his back.
"I think you're asleep, afraid of being disturbed." The man walked away. Put down his dirty clothes and go to the room.
"Eh, wait! Where are your bikes going? I don't hear the noise of your vehicle!" Dina's voice stopped Jourrel's footsteps. He stopped and looked back at his mother.
"In the workshop, Mom. Fall down" I'm Jourrel.
"What's? How can? You injured?" asked her mother worried about getting closer to her son, cupping both cheeks.
"It's okay, Mom. I'm sleeping, it's midnight. Remember what the doctor said" said the man patting his mother's shoulders gently with a thin smile.
Dina nodded, "You also rest, son. Must be tired of working until this late," he said.
Jourrel nodded, he immediately went into his room. A different atmosphere immediately greeted the young man. From the outside, the house looks simple. Even his room seemed ordinary.
No one knew that there was a door that resembled the floor of his room, right under the bed. His own mother had no idea of his son.
Jourrel just admitted, he worked as an ordinary employee in an office. If he comes home in the middle of the night, he admits to taking part-time jobs.
His long legs along the stairs while moving both hands that feel stiff. Until his steps stopped right in the swivel chair and then sat on it.
"Aastasia Cheryl! Crazy woman! Like a female tiger groaning in time on her tail," she turned on a set of computers on her desk.
He tried to identify the girl. His fingers moved agilely, his eye movements highlighting seriously to the screen. No matter the night that's crawling up.
For almost an hour, he struggled with internet searches. However, Jourrel could not find the girl's complete identity at all.
Only the results of his extraordinary works, interior and exterior building design of the many buildings in this city. "Well! Why is there no bio at all?!" his grunts patted his keyboard. Jourrel groaned in frustration as he ruffled his hair.
Of course, Tiger has closed all related access regarding his family. All media will only show the work and efforts of his family. Not with their personal identity.
The grudge began to take root in his heart. Curiosity also began to spread in each vein. The endless misadventures he experienced today, rooted from the girl of his target.
His hatred was so great that. Remembering his name alone had made him short of breath and wanted to destroy it right then and there.
"During the new assignment this time failed. Even turned around to attack. Damnit damnit! Who the hell is he? Peculiar. How humiliating!" furious Jourrel opened and closed his fist.
His sharp gaze was flashed on the beautiful photo of Cheryl that he had printed and attached to the corner of his computer screen. His drowsiness even evaporated just like that.
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