The Paid Men and the Mafia Girls
CHAPTER 34: NOT HAVING YOUR FATHER!

"okay! I hold your word! Dare your asses run out right then and there. You will never be able to run anywhere. Even to the end of the world, you must have been caught. You don't know her father yet ... Aarrgh!" rainer shouted as her shins were kicked by Cheryl when her speech was not finished.

Rain snorted as he lifted one leg and grasped firmly. He grimaced with the pain from the unexpected hit. Without guilt, Cheryl glared sharply.

"Yes, sorry!" murmured Rainer who understood the girl's intentions.

"Oh yes, Rain. Tomorrow Monday please arrange a meeting with Agra Company. And also the termination letter, revoke all the shares that have been embedded there!" cheryl's orders divert the conversation.

Rain lowered his legs as the pain began to fade. His forehead shriveled deeply, "Why? The feeling is still good. There is no loss" the man asked seriously.

Cheryl exhaled a rough breath. He pulled his back. "The quality of the company depends on how the leader behaves. And I hate leaders who can't respect others, who don't have ethics, bad attitude, especially their attitude toward their parents. It can't be tolerated anymore" Cheryl said with a grinning face. He clearly remembered how arrogant the CEO of the company was.

"okay! Anything else?" Rain grabbed his ipad and immediately took note of his new task. He always believed and was confident in his boss's decision.

"Not yet! In the meantime. Then tell me where you are meeting. I'm coming" Cheryl said.

"Ready! I'll go back if that's it." Rain returned to his ipad, then turned to Jourrel. "You! Take good care of him if you want to survive!" point Rain at Jourrel. Jourrel just nodded small.

After Rain's departure, Jourrel moved closer to a new motorcycle that was still a standard double, in front. He immediately took off all the plastic that was wrapped, then turned it on.

Cheryl is confused as to how. But there is no other way. Inevitably, he had to accept Jourrel to drop him off. He went and followed the man.

"It can be used right away, right?" asked Cheryl as she stood behind Jourrel.

Jourrel turned his head, he nodded, "Heem, he's wearing his helmet" he said, handing him a helmet.

"Funny yes, the gini bulb," Cheryl muttered twirling the helmet.

"That's to protect the head, not the hands" he said, as Jourrel began riding the bike and prepared to take it forward. He looked at Cheryl who was still amazed by the round thing. "Come, up!" bring him.

Cheryl also put a helmet on the head, holding on to both shoulders of Jourrel to make it easier to ride in the back seat. Cheryl is at the very back. Leave a lot of places between them.

"For a minute, Cher. It's too heavy if you ride it at the top of it, '" protested Jourrel.

"No! You must be in mode!" accuse Cheryl of looking suspiciously.

It almost fell because Jourrel was strong enough to pull it. With a quick movement his hand grabbed both sides of the jacket Jourrel was wearing.

"Diehh!" cheryl's blow hit Jourrel's unprotected head with her bag.

"Whoo!" shouted Jourrel rubbing the top of the head with one hand. "You were warned earlier. Not mode, Miss!" his hiss controlled the vehicle with one hand.

"Be careful dong!" midget Cheryl is upset.

Jourrel did not reply again, he was sure he would always lose arguing with the woman. Before long, Jourrel turned the motor to the gas station.

"Cock it here anyway?" cheryl protest.

"Want to push the motor if it runs out on the road?" said Jourrel queuing at a snaking queue.

"Yes! Time is not given full as the dealer," the girl argued.

Jourrel let out a long sigh, scratching his sweaty forehead as well as feeling itchy. "Miss Cheryl, the dealer doesn't have your father. No dealer wants to lose. The fitting part is sent later spilled!" his anger held back emotions.

"Oh," he said, still sitting there quietly.

Until it's your turn, Jourrel is down. Cheryl also came down because looking in front of her, everyone went down when charging. Cheryl was the center of attention. The distinctive face of Europe that he has, indeed amazed the people there.

Unexpectedly, while walking following Jourrel after charging, a car stopped right next to Cheryl. He still remembers clearly the car that was thrown eggs by him.

The front window opened and looked like a man with a haughty face was laughing cynically at Cheryl.

"We meet again, Miss bar-bar. Ckck! Why Mercedes butut, apparently because it does not have yes!" ledek the man smiled obliquely.

Cheryl flashed a sharp gaze and both hands were gripping firmly. Jourrel who was ready to go now turned his head, because he did not feel the movement of Cheryl up behind him.

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