The Paid Men and the Mafia Girls
CHAPTER 88: SUCCEEDING

“Apanih? Jealousy huh?” goda Cheryl poking waist Jourrel.

“No,” argues Jourrel tried to resist Cheryl's attack in a row on her waist.

“Iiih did not want to say,” continued Cheryl played both index fingers, looking for a gap in order to continue stabbing the man's waist.

Jourrel laughs amusedly, his body wriggling not because until now the man went and circled the sofa. Cheryl was trailing, the chase around the sofa was inevitable.

Cheryl's leg got stuck, she almost fell. However, Jourrel immediately pulled him strong, their bodies clashing against each other. Even so hard, fell on the sofa with Cheryl's position overlaying the man's body.

The roar of their breath clashed against each other, the heartbeat within their chest cavity uncontrollably. A pair of the two of them were tightly intertwined. Such a stunning smile rose from the lips of the two.

Jourrel raised one hand, tucked Cheryl's haircut behind the ear, “Thank you yes. You were the only medicine when I actually fell for the loss of my mother. I love you, Cher,” said Jourrel stroking Cheryl's cheeks with his fingers.

“No need I explain the reason, you can definitely feel it.” Cheryl grabs one hand Jourrel put on her chest. “This heart always runs around when near you!” said the girl let out a long sigh with her sweet smile.

Jourrel sat down, and the girl was on his lap. Raise Cheryl's pointy chin and bring her head closer.

However, a pebble shot right at Jourrel's head, before their lips fused together. “Auw!” jourrel rubbed his head.

As the two turned their heads, Rico stood in the doorway with a sinister look. Hurriedly Cheryl came down from Jourrel's lap, sitting with her head bowed deep.

“Why are you guys?” rico's jolt was getting closer.

Cheryl and Jourrel glanced at each other, they were unmoved, they could have forgotten they were under surveillance. Cheryl bit her lower lip.

“Bring first to the altar! Don't come from serobot!” rico stood in front of them, shaking his waist.

“Sorry, Uncle!” two lovebirds say it at the same time.

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Tiger moved quickly. He stood next to Leon, bowed and looked seriously at Leon's laptop screen. “What's Meet!” lamented Tiger who did not understand how to read the rows of coding on Leon's laptop.

“Ck! Be patient! It's still a process. The point is we have found it,” added Leon stretched his body.

After waiting for about fifteen minutes, the process on Leon's laptop had been completed. Then shows a skyscraper building, complete with the location point and address.

Leon enlarged it, until now it looks more clear. “It turns out not only change the name of the owner, but also the name of the company. It should instantly disappear like swallowed by the earth!” comment Leon.

“The company ...” Tiger said, but his words hung. The wrinkles on his forehead deepened, then looked at each other with Leon. Leon raised his head for Tiger to continue.

“We have just had a service trip together in Russia!” cetus Tiger's.

“Oh yes? Isn't this the property company?” Leon chimed.

“I understand. He must have made an illegal transaction. And the property is just an alibi!” Tiger immediately returned to his seat, tracing deeper into his rival company in that armament.

Leon grabs his cell phone and calls Cheryl to come for a plan.

Proper timing, along with Rico's trial, Cheryl's phone rang. The girl quickly picked up.

“Where, Om?” ask Cheryl.

“Come back home. Take Jourrel too. We found it!” leon said he turned off the phone.

Cheryl stared at the flat object in her hand, silent for a few seconds then immediately moved on. “Om papa found it. Come!” get Cheryl excited. The three men immediately ran towards the car parked on the shoulder of the road.

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