The Paid Men and the Mafia Girls
CHAPTER 69: CHERYL'S OUTBURST OF ANGER

Cheryl was already sitting behind the wheel. Both fingers squeezed the steering wheel. He swallowed his saliva many times. His breath began to be irregular.

Cheryl stepped on the gas pedal, playing it but without changing the gear position. The roar of the car engine echoed, in line with his heart race.

“Nona! You're okay, aren't you?” rico looked worried. Because Cheryl looks different than usual.

Screens of sweat flooded the face of the beautiful girl, her beautiful neutrals glazed over. Cheryl gulped her saliva heavily. His chest was also very strong.

Cheryl ignored Rico's question. He is at war with himself now. Suppressing the horrible memories still lingering in his head.

“Small phone, what do you really want to do?” rico started to panic on his own. For her, Cheryl is more precious than her life.

Cheryl is like a crystal glass to be kept. So, of course the man was very worried.

Only then did Cheryl turn her head, giving a faint smile. “Uncle Ric, tighten his seat belt,” Cheryl said in a calm voice.

Cheryl took a long breath. Set the gear to be ready to go. ‘Aunty mama said, I have to fight all fear. Until the fear is completely shattered and disappears. Yes, I have to do it, Cheryl's inner’ rounded her resolve.

Cheryl's eyes focused forward. His fingers continued to move on the steering wheel in front of him.

Slowly, Cheryl stepped on the gas pedal. The car runs at low speed. Cheryl is still trying to control her emotions.

His body stiffened, his hands blushing with such a strong grip.

Rico was silent, he was still calm because the speed of the car was not as crazy as he imagined. Keep an eye on the girl next to him who turns out, without a sound of tears. The man didn't want to interrupt, letting the lady vent all her emotions.

‘Okay, Jourrell. I will obey your will. Thank you for such an impressive short meeting.'

Cheryl pursed her lips tightly. But his heart cried out strongly.

Until half an hour had passed, they had only reached one round. Rico thought Cheryl would stop. However, he jolted and gripped firmly the seatbelt that wrapped around his body.

The speed of the car is getting faster, the speedometer continues to move to the right. Cheryl's feet hit the gas pedal so hard and so deep.

“Aaaaaaaa! Missis! Missis! I still want to live! Miss must live too. Ahh shit! It turns out this is how it feels on the verge of death,” cried Rico raved everywhere.

Hearing Rico's terrified babble, Cheryl laughed out loud.

“Unclee!! I hate this heart. I hate!!” Cheryl also shouted, while turning the steering wheel quickly because the track began to turn.

"Yeah! Missis! Miss please!” Rico did not lose his body staggered to the left and right.

“Job! Not sensitive! I won't see you again! Jourrel asshole! I hate you!” cheryl screams more and more crazily in driving.

He hated this situation. Where her liver and brain were contaminated by Jourrel, but were completely unappreciated. Even outright rejected.

Cheryl was heartbroken, all her sacrifices and worries had absolutely no price in the eyes of the man.

“Gue hates the same lo Jourrel. I swear, this is the last time I care about you!” Cheryl continued to cry hysterically, her tears flowing profusely, but it did not block her view at all.

“Nonaaa! Till when? How many more rounds!!” Rico did not want to lose, he also shouted hysterically, firmly gripping the handle that was on it. His legs were trembling, his heart was so strong.

Moreover, the trajectory that they went through a lot of bends, so that the body both also moved left and right in the opposite direction with each turn.

Cheryl let out all the screams that stuck in her heart. Keep swearing at Jourrel as if he was speaking before him.

The two humans in the supercar were unpretentious to each other in an equally powerful shout. Although their screams were not at all connected. Cheryl herself did not hear Rico's screams.

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