The Paid Men and the Mafia Girls
CHAPTER 53: WORRYING
Without Jourrel noticing, Cheryl turned on the camera on her phone and recorded a few seconds of video, panning on Jourrel's back, adjusting the zoom to make it look bigger. So that his face was clearly visible when he turned to enter the elevator and before the door was completely closed.
Cheryl memindai sekeliling dengan manik tajamnya, tidak ada hal yang mencurigakan. Namun ia tetap harus waspada. Gadis itu segera melenggang masuk ke ruang rawat Ibu Dina. Menguncinya, sesuai dengan perintah Jourrel.
While walking closer to the bed, Cheryl immediately contacted the assistant. Without waiting for long, they were connected.
"Rain, send the number of the bodyguard you assigned here!" cheryl's word is without a stale base.
"OKAY. It's been. You can tell where you are, who you are and what you're doing now?" ask Rainer curiously.
"Can't be clear now. The point is I'm fine. It's old, it's urgent!"
Cheryl turned off her phone without waiting for any response from Rainer. So that made the man across there cluck up.
The girl focused on sending every image and video of Jourrel's face to the bodyguards on duty. Not long after, he made a call.
The man in a neat suit in black had been stanby since earlier in front of the hospital in his car. "Yes, Miss! Ready to take orders!" resolutely.
"I sent you an image. He's on his way out. Just watch from a distance, report everything that happens to her. If it looks in danger, immediately intervene. If you need to call for reinforcements," the girl replied in a cold voice and was no less resolute.
"Ready Miss!" reply to the guards.
Cheryl breathed a sigh of relief. He landed his ass on the waiting chair. Staring at the elderly woman who was now lying weakly with various medical devices attached to her body.
His eyes were staring pushy, a faint smile rising on his red lips. He clasped Dina's hand, moving his thumb slowly on the surface of Dina's skin.
"Mom, wakeup. I'm sure Jourrel had his own reasons for doing it. You must hear the reason before judging him. Because I can see, Jourrel lost his footing when mom was like this. Jourrel loved mom very much, he was very afraid of losing mom. Jourrel's a good and responsible boy, ma'am."
The girl wiped away her tears that had suddenly fallen without her noticing. He himself still did not get an answer, why the man could take a very risky job. At times he could have been killed.
Cheryl's other hand was still clutching tightly to the phone. Don't want to miss the slightest information about Jourrel. His mind and heart were shriveled, worried about ambushing him earlier.
Meanwhile, Jourrel ran from the elevator to the loby while contacting Tristan earlier. But there is no answer at all. Jourrel stopped, he clucked and sent a message to his best friend.
"Tan, where are you?! This is important, as for Cheryl's safety!"
Jourrel believes Tristan will respond if it's Cheryl's. And sure enough, before long, Tristan called back.
"Where?" ask Jourrel without a stale base.
"Cafeteria rooftop Hospital."
"Wait there!" exclaimed Jourrel ran again into the elevator to the cafeteria in the rooftop.
Arriving there, Jourrel circulated his gaze. His breathing was still roaring rough. Scrolls of sweat poured down his handsome face. But he doesn't care.
After a few moments, Jourrel managed to find Tristan sitting on the edge of the building barrier. An open cafe that is dedicated to visitors. From there you can see the heavy traffic from a height, also see the skyscrapers around the hospital.
Jourrel sped up to stand right next to Tristan who was behind him. Because the man seemed to be enjoying the view across there.
"Tan!" call Jourrel slowly.
Tristan turned around, he threw a sharp glare like the tip of a knife at Jourrel. Then he moved from his seat violently, even his chair to fall. Anger seemed to glow from his face.
"MORTH!" A raw bogem he lay on Jourrel's cheek.
Jourrel almost fell if he didn't hold on to the table. His face was caught following Tristan's blow, but he had no intention of retaliating.
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