The Paid Men and the Mafia Girls
CHAPTER 50: INTIMIDATION

The gusts of wind that hit the surface of their skin, were as strong as the whirring of blood flowing in Cheryl's body, along with the speed of their motor that was so fast.

Both of his hands clenched firmly over Jourrel's thigh. Her tears never stopped, it flooded both of her cheeks.

Jourrel, who understood what Cheryl felt, hung her hand, gently rubbed Cheryl's knee wrapped in her pants. He drove with one hand, trying to give the girl confidence slowly.

Cheryl lowered her gaze, her chest throbbing pain looking at how Jourrel was treating her. He who is not experienced in romance, treated like that makes him more upset.

Arriving at the hospital, Jourrel immediately took off his helmet and grabbed Cheryl's hand. Then ran towards the IGD, which Tristan was already sitting in the waiting chair.

"Tan! A gimnaa?" tanya Jourrel stood in front of Tristan still unconsciously grasping Cheryl's arm.

Tristan looked up, and his gaze fell on the two lovebirds. The conscious Jourrel immediately took it off. He swallowed his mouth violently. "While handled!" sahut brief. "Sit down" he said, raising his head.

Jourrel told Cheryl to sit next to Tristan, while she herself was pacing back and forth unsettled. Cheryl sat down, but her bead could not be separated from any movement of Jourrel.

While he himself did not escape the gaze of Tristan. There was something that seemed to be squeezing the man's chest, if indeed his conjecture was correct.

In the midst of the excitement waiting for the news of the mother, Jourrel's phone rang. He immediately grabbed it, was silent for a while, when he saw the caller. His face changed. His eyeballs move and lead to Cheryl who turns out to be still loyal to look at him.

Their gazes intertwined deeply, until Jourrel decided first. Jourrel looked away, "I .. I pick up the phone first," he sauntered away leaving Cheryl and Tristan. He stayed away even though he did not get any advice from them.

Cheryl looked at him suspiciously. He pulled out his phone and typed a message into Rainer. "Rain, ask for a shadow guard, watch out for Jourrel. The guy who's now picking me up. Now also to Amarta Hospital. Watch from a distance, he's still on the bike you bought yesterday. The chunky! No old ones!"

Soon, Rain replies, "Your hobby is in the hospital, Cher. Good thing, I'm not at home anymore. Send me the pictures, how do you know them. Your motorbike market, much the same. One of the men berabe arent."

"Ishh no picture! He wears blue jeans, white shirts, jeans. Later if he comes back. Make the way first!"

"OK, Boss. You're nothing, are you?"

"Some!"

After sending the message, Cheryl straightened her seat, she clasped her phone tightly and her lips still clenched tightly with sharp eyes.

"Cher, what's going on?" tanya Tristan tried to warm the mood.

The girl squinted, "What is your relationship with Jourrel close to?" Cheryl asked back in a cold tone.

Tristan frowned, "Ma ... Meanin?"

"Jawab only! How close are you two?" push the girl again in a higher tone.

"We've been in office for a long time." I Tristan kept smiling in response.

"That means you'll know that Jourrel plans to take my life, right?" cheryl grinned sharply and so coldly.

Tristan shuddered to see it. Moreover, now Cheryl did not blink looking at him with intimidation, so sharp, strong and invincible.

"Or are you guys conspiring?" scatter the girl again.

Panic began to hit the man. Cheryl's intimidation this time really made her flinch in shock. His heart ran somewhere.

"Mom .. that's not it, Cher," Tristan argued moving both arms in front of the chest.

"Then?" Cheryl looks up, demanding an answer from Tristan's men.

While on the other hand, Jourrel was in the toilet after previously turning to the ceiling and making sure the place was safe.

"Yes!" sahut Jourrel after lifting it.

"Mrs. J! How much longer do I have to wait, huh? Already asked for a high fee but his work is not very smart! You signed that contract! Or you know for yourself the consequences!" jolt a baritone on the other end of the phone.

Jourrel fell silent, repeatedly swallowing his saliva while breathing in. "I'd like to meet you. Set up a meeting immediately!" sahut Jourrel in a firm voice.

"I want our meeting to bring results! Don't just bring the bird news. I'll wait in the afternoon at the company!" reno then closed the call.

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