The Paid Men and the Mafia Girls
CHAPTER 74: THE HOPE OF THE JOURREL

Two weeks later ....

Jourrel and Ibu Dina have been coming home since a week ago. Jourrel's condition has recovered 100%. Every day he spends time taking care of his mother, helping to wipe the mother's body, feeding her and giving her medicine on time. He always refused offers to use his services.

Although tightness in the chest is still so felt, until now his mother still silences him. Cheryl has also blocked her number.

So did Tristan who did not come again since the last day he said goodbye to the hospital. Since then, Jourrel has decided to stop bothering Tristan. It was enough for his best friend.

Finished closing the door to his mother's room, Jourrel brought the former food plate into the kitchen. Suddenly a group of men broke down the door of his house and pointed guns at Jourrel.

“Thank you!” yell at the one who might be the leader.

Jourrel widened, his eyes twisting and circling as he raised his hands slowly.

‘There is no way they are members of the police,’ murmured Jourrel with bated breath.

During this time he always escaped the snare of the law, because he was in the cyrcle of high-ranking businessmen who worked with police members. Money can turn facts around.

Two of the men immediately bent Jourrel, curling his hands back until the man could not move.

Of course Jourrel could not resist, other than being outnumbered, Jourrel did not want to surprise his mother with the sounds of shots that might be thrown at him.

Before long, there was a clash of firm shoes that were getting closer. The people surrounding Jourrel immediately gave way, looking a middle-aged man who was still so handsome and dashing, standing before Jourrel.

Their eagle beads clashed against each other, a look of fury emanated clearly from the middle-aged man's face.

Jourrel knitted his eyebrows together, he did not know the man before him at all. This is the first time they met.

“You, Jourrel Alvaro?” A baritone voice echoed in the small house of Jourrel.

There was no answer, the man turned his hand to the man. Until a desert deagle is now in his grasp.

The man smirked, Jourrel still flinching in place. Even when the muzzle of the gun moves the chin of the Jourrel until it is lifted up.

“Who Are You? I've never had any business with you!” jourrel said firmly despite being under pressure.

Jourrel still did not understand, what the problem was with the person. He just stared inside Leon's eagle bead.

“You said no business with me?” Leon's laughter blared until it filled the room. “You've tried to wipe out my daughter's life!” he glared sharply.

Leon, who had loved Cheryl so much since childhood, would never let anything hurt her, including ants.

Jourrel silently listened, his body like being stung by electricity. ‘Girl? Is Cheryl?’ guess it in the heart.

“Have remembered it? Cheryl Anastasia. You are definitely no stranger to that name ‘kan?” leon's toilet is getting more and more angry on his face.

As Jourrel's heart beats in pain, he doesn't even know how the girl's been doing these two weeks. The girl who had seized her mind and heart. The girl who always danced in her shadow.

“Bugh!”

Leon smacked Jourrel in the forehead with the base of his gun to bleed.

“How dare to tease Sebastian's family!” firmly glared sharply.

Jourrel just grimaced, biting his lower lip so strongly as not to make a sound. She was afraid her mother would hear her pain.

“Bring him!” leon orders the members of SSG (Sebastian Security Group), Sebastian's corporate special forces team.

Leon turned his body, waltzing with long and steady steps followed by all his men, including Jourrel who was dragged forcibly.

“Mother,” Lirih Jourrel. Her blurred vision due to tears now led to her mother's bedroom door. He certainly did not matter, wanted to be sentenced to death even if he could. However, Jourrel was very worried about his mother.

Her tears were pouring down both of her cheeks. Jourrel was not strong enough to leave his mother alone, even in such a state of illness.

‘Yes God! If this is my last day, please protect my mother! Don't punish my mother for my mistake!’ shouted Jourrel in heart. His head bowed with tears that could not be dammed.

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