The Paid Men and the Mafia Girls
CHAPTER 55: IN OBSERVATION

Almost ignited by emotion, but when he turned around, Jourrel saw a well-dressed man bowing half his body to him.

"Sorry, Sir. I didn't mean it" said the man.

"Hm!" Despite being suspicious, Jourrel didn't care much about it. He only glanced sharply but soon turned back to continue his steps.

The man who hit him, smiled obliquely. He went straight to his car not far from him. Then immediately drove and stopped right at the exit, one hand pressed a button in the ear to connect again with the boss' phone connection.

"Miss, did you bring earpeace?"

"No!" sahut Cheryl brief.

"I managed to attach a signal so that we could hear whatever was around her, Miss!" The man reported again.

"Fast and good work, Poltak. I'm going to ask for a pay rise with Rain. Just connect it to my phone!" tell the girl to smile with satisfaction at the hard work of her subordinates.

After getting information from Cheryl, the bodyguard named Poltak immediately sauntered to the loby, waiting for the arrival of Jourrel.

Until when the man was caught in his net, Poltak immediately carried out the task neatly and unseen. He pushed Jourrel's back to attach a magnet to a very small chip there.

"Well, Miss!" murmured the man drove his car when he saw the motor driven by Jourrel had passed through it. The focus was split because it had to connect the network to Cheryl's phone.

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Cheryl moved away from Mother Dina's bed, landing her body on the sofa feeling uneasy. His chest was throbbing so fast earlier. He supported his chin with both hands, while putting his hearing well. Although now only a very noisy gust of wind sounded.

Occasionally the girl's gaze led to Mother Dina who was still faithfully closing her eyes. His heart was really roiling. His chest until it feels tight, especially plus a heartbeat in the middle of nowhere in there.

"Jourley!" his murmur closed his eyes, so it did not feel clear bulir fell wet both cheeks.

He did not understand, what kind of feeling was bubbling in his mind at this moment. Clearly, he was very worried about Jourrel.

"Pol, where are you guys? Why so long?" cheryl was impatient.

"Mataram Road, Miss. Sorry, I don't know the exact location either! Still traveling," said Poltak in a calm voice.

Not long after, the door of the ward was knocked. Cheryl looked quickly. He sharpened his eyes. With a slow step, the girl approached the door. Peering from the small transparent glass that can see the outside atmosphere.

Cheryl let out a sigh of relief when she saw Tristan standing in front of the door. He turned the key and opened it. Cheryl looked around. "Come in, Tris!" the girl gave way.

"Can?" tristan asked frowning.

"Yes, don't get caught, so the hunt goes in" said the girl again.

Tristan breezed in, carrying a paper bag filled with food and drinks for Cheryl. Immediately put it on the table a separate room that is blocked between the patient's room with the living room. Cheryl chose that special room.

Jourrel did not pay much attention when signing. He himself had not yet entered the room. So it's not really know how luxurious his mother's nursing room is.

Cheryl followed after returning to lock it. He sat opposite Tristan who was staring at him earlier. However, the girl's attention turned to her phone again.

"Cher, you haven't eaten, have you? I brought you some food" Tristan said, trying to attract the girl again.

The girl's gaze rose for a moment, "Well, thanks, Tris. But I ate a little more. Not yet laper because," he said smiling at a glance and looking down again at the flat object in his hand.

At least Cheryl appreciated it. Although still impressed and not care. Tristan let out a long sigh, he turned to look at Mother Dina's bed. Remember the Jourrel message before leaving.

"How's the condition?" ask Tristan.

"There hasn't been a change." The girl replied without turning her head, making Tristan narrow her eyes. Curious about what made the girl turn away. He was silent and only noticed Cheryl's movements that were not calm earlier.

"Miss, he's entering Company R. Hutama Karya," cried Poltak at the end of the phone.

Cheryl rolled her eyeballs, she thought quickly. Shortly thereafter, I found the answer. "Oh, the construction company and the building?" he murmured in a serious tone. "Make sure you're not too far from there. If you can sneak in!" cheryl's Word.

"Ready Miss!" suhut Poltak thought of a way to enter. Because the guard is quite strict, it must show the cooperation papers or any identity related to the company.

Connect~