The Paid Men and the Mafia Girls
CHAPTER 37: THE PLAN
Jourrell's journey is quite far, but he can get home in no less than half an hour. In a hurry, the man ran into the house to the surprise of his mother who was sitting in front of the television.
"Jourrel ..." call Dina in surprise.
The man immediately sat down next to his mother, grasped the middle-aged woman's fingers and laid his head on her shoulder while breathing in.
Like a cat that's spoiled to his mother, Jourrel is always like that when he's with the woman who gave birth to him, "Mom, there's something I want to ask" he said in a soft voice.
"What, Son?" sahut Dina patted Jourrel cheek softly.
"Before she was helped by the girl, was she crossing over and almost hit by a yellow car?" jourrel asked unceremoniously after linking event after event that he saw and heard.
Dina was a little surprised, feeling strange, why suddenly Jourrel asked that. How could his son know? "Why?" askalanya.
For Dina, it was no longer so problematic, the most important thing was that she still survived and was not injured in the slightest.
"Jawab it, Mom. Yes or no," he said, moving to his mother.
"Yes. But, how could you know? The beautiful girl in addition to helping mother, also defended mother. I don't know if mom was so impressed with him. It's good, it's beautiful, it doesn't look anyone else one eye" Dina said smilingly imagining Cheryl's pretty face.
Instantly as if something had shot up to the crown. Jourrel's chest exploded immediately. Jourrel clenched both of his hands so tightly. His teeth rattled, "Bad!" his Jourrel spoke slowly but with great emphasis.
"Ssttt .. already, the important thing is mom's not okay now. Take a shower, will you eat now?" tawar Dina's.
"No, Mom. Mum take a break," he said, then sauntered to the bathroom.
Jourrel immediately clean themselves while removing fatigue. His brain that had warmed up immediately cooled down.
A few minutes later, Jourrel walked into his room and changed into his clothes. He then grabbed Cheryl's business card and put the number on her phone.
His fingers began to type messages. "Cher, it's Jourrel!" Realized, he deleted it again. "Cheryl, it's Jhoni." After being sure, he sent it.
"Tomorrow Monday if it comes out the same as me, right?" Jourrel.
"Yes, Jhon. Tonight if you want to go out with you! My assistant can't take a motorbike! Oh yeah, send me your account number, yeah" Cheryl replied.
"OKAY. Please notify the location before leaving," he replied impatiently and sent his account number. Although he did not really need it because he considered it as a return, but Jourrel did not want Cheryl suspicious further.
"Yes." Yeah."
In the deepest recesses of her heart, Jourrel would like to thank Cheryl for her mother's defense and assistance. But he waited for the right time. For fear that his identity will be revealed.
"Thank you, Cheryl," he muttered smilingly staring at their conversation. Moreover, given clearly how the girl's emotions exploded in defense of a person she didn't even know at all. And so sincerely behave with parents.
"You're too good to be hurt. It's true, your attitude depends on how people behave to you," he said as if talking to Cheryl in front of her phone screen.
After replying to the short message, Jourrel turned to the secret room. Prepare whatever he has to bring Monday. The steps are slow but firm when going down the stairs.
His fingers opened a closet in which there are various types of weapons. Be it long barrel, revolver and some other types of dessert eagles. Some of his collections were obtained from his clients who became a firearms syndicate.
Not only that, as usual when he carried out his duties, Jourrel wore a costume that was all black and covered his entire body. Leaving only a pair of eagle eyes.
Once it gets a better fit, it switches to the front of the computer and starts turning it on. His fingers were busy with the company Agra. The target of Cheryl's termination at once will now be the target.
Easily all the information is lined up on his computer screen. Complete organizational structure with photos. Now his lips were grinning, his eyes seemed to light up when he saw the face of a Gevano.
"You don't know yet who you're dealing with" he muttered with a sharp grin.
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