The Paid Men and the Mafia Girls
CHAPTER 36: SIDE WORK
Jourrel was still unmoved, dissolved in his mind. No matter what his back was an easy target Cheryl vented her frustration. He remains focused on driving.
"Eh! Sorry, Jhon!" Cheryl wakes up, for venting on the wrong person.
"It's okay, continue until you're satisfied!" sindir Jourrell's.
Cheryl just grimaced, covering the helmeted glass covering her embarrassed face. I feel bad for that guy too. He still hasn't found an answer as to why Jourrel turned nice to him. But Cheryl doesn't care much about it.
Fifteen minutes later, they arrived in front of a sturdy fence towering into the sky. Jourrel stopped the bike. Cheryl frowned in wonder.
"Lho, Jhon! How do you know my house? I haven't mentioned the address yet. Don't you ever sue me?!" look for Cheryl down from the motor.
"Yes! Uh no!" he nervously waved both hands in front of his chest. Dodging firmly, it could be dangerous if Cheryl found out.
Cheryl banged on Jourrel's arm. "No gu? You ever tail me?!" he shouted with a sharp look.
"No, Cheryl, I know the address of your ID when you took care of the administration. And, I've been down this street, "that guy doesn't dare look at Cheryl's netra for too long.
Cheryl's forehead wrinkled deep, "Times? There are only a few houses here!" the cetus is rolling her beautiful bead, while folding her arms around her chest.
"Yes, I know. This area is home to conglomerates. I happen to have a job with one of them." Jourrell gave an excuse.
"Isn't he? What job?" ask Cheryl full of confusion.
"Gardener!" chirps Jourrel. The girl was silent and felt bad.
Cheryl walked slowly until right in front of the fence. Pressing the bell, and waiting for a while. The gate was wide open when the guards saw her young miss standing in front through the surveillance cameras.
"Eh, shhh! It's motor!" call Jourrel.
"Bring it up! Your bike is still broken. But if I'm going anywhere you have to be ready." Cheryl grabs a business card and thrusts it at Jourrel. "This is my business card. Relax, I'll give you a fee. Consider it a side job," he said.
Jourrel was surprised, but later agreed. "Helmnya, can you open it?" tanyakanya.
"Oh yeah, how the hell?" Cheryl asked back.
Jourrel rushed down to him. Slightly lowered as it was taller than the girl. Her hand grabbed Cheryl's two hands and led her down the chin.
"This press first, just pulled," said the man gently directing Cheryl's wiggle.
Cheryl blinked very slowly, her mouth slightly open. Such a close distance created a great swish in his blood. Even his heart started to drift.
"It's easy, isn't it?" continued the man again looked at the beautiful Netra.
"Ah, yes. Simplest. If you still can't, there will be you. Haha!" joked Cheryl took off the helmet and thrust it at Jourrel. "Thank you, take it!" he said then left Jourrel who was unmoved staring at his departure until it disappeared from his sight.
The gate shifted and closed tightly after the owner of the house entered. Jourrel stared at the card. Smiled thinly and put it in his jacket pocket and put on a helmet.
Jourrel rushed home, driving the vehicle at high speed. Because I want to make sure of something.
While Cheryl, escorted by one of her guards to the courtyard. Because the distance between the gate and the door of his house is quite far.
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