The Paid Men and the Mafia Girls
CHAPTER 90: BROTHER IS DIFFERENT!

A pair of Cheryl blue neutras were inundated by a clear liquid that was ready to plunge when she blinked. Still faithfully staring at the Tiger bead before him. Never before had a clash so hard. The girl's breathing roar turned violent. His body trembled slightly, then walked out of the room with a small run.

Tiger was stunned looking at his daughter's back which was getting further away. After starting to climb up from his mind, Tiger let out a long sigh and then sat his body down while looking down.

"Sorry, Sir. I will persuade him not to come. Excuse me,” said Jourrel backed down and turned around and ran to find Cheryl. He felt guilty, because of him the fight happened.

Leon rested his back on his swivel chair. Staring at Tiger who was permeating his regret. “If Jihan finds out you're yelling at her daughter, you're done, brother. I just did it to Luna. Sasa's anger exceeds the volcano erupted,” said Leon increasingly makes Tiger feel difficult to breathe.

“If Jihan finds out Cheryl is in danger, maybe I will be killed by her!” sahut Tiger with an irregular breath.

“Should have listened to the plan first. Then how hard is it to teach Cheryl to use a gun? Isn't that possible to defend yourself? He can also protect himself. Luna has long learned to shoot, ride, Khansa himself taught it,”, said Leon.

“For supplies, who knows useful when pressed. Especially the cruel business world, brother. Did you learn nothing from previous events? Do not be sorry before it is too late,” continued the man again.

Tiger squeezed his own finger on the table, confirming what Leon said. All for his daughter's self-defense, it would only be used in a desperate state.

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Jourrel ran with his long strides. He did not know where Cheryl went, outside the room Jourrel was confused because of the many roads that branched.

"Cheryl!" call Jourrel no matter what it sounds like or not.

Jourrel continued to step while shouting his name, but there was no word from the girl at all. Jourrel became worried, slowly walking down the stairs but with a view that circulated throughout the room.

“Loh, sister-in-law candidate. How come it's here? Brother Cheryl where?” asked Axel who had just arrived home and was about to head to his room.

“Eeee ..” Jourrell seemed to be thinking hard. He forgot the name of the teenager.

“Axel, Brother! Ah well, still young I'm forgetful!” exclamation Axel who can read the face of Jourrel.

“Ah Yes, Axel. Sorry, I forgot. You know where your brother is sad? Maybe it's in the room or where?” ask Jourrel.

Axel knitted his eyebrows together, puzzled that Jourrel was suddenly there and now searching for his brother.

“Papa go home? Mmm .. usually if Brother Cheryl is sad about the race. If not, on the roof!” point Axel up.

“Hah? Roof?” Jourrel seemed to be in disbelief.

“Yes, Brother Cheryl is different!” sahut Axel chuckled. “Let's show you, brother! Just be there once. You see the car is still outside,” take Axel lead the way.

Jourrel went back up to the third floor, then entered a small room whose windows were wide open. Axel tilted his head and sure enough, Cheryl seemed to be sitting hugging her knees on the tile whose slope was almost 45°.

“Well, that's sister over there! Suit it. Careful!” axel patted Jourrel on the shoulder and left him.

Jourrel scratched his suddenly itchy head. “This if falling is at least defective, the maximum can die!” his murmurs looked down.

For the sake of the idol, Jourrel ventured. He took a deep breath, throwing it rough. “Spirit, Jou! You can definitely!” the clenching of his hands cheered himself.

Jourrel bent both fingers until it sounded chattering. Then jump the window and plow over the glazed tile of the mansion. “Yes God, don't let me die in a condition still holding a grudge.” Jourrel's lips kept on rummaging.

Very carefully accompanied by a heart so strong, Jourrel stepped. His hands held firmly on the walls through which he passed. Scrolls of sweat started popping up on his handsome face.

Then crouched down, his hands supported him from behind his body until his breathing was relieved when he was right behind Cheryl.

“Cher!” call Jourrel to touch Cheryl's shoulder.

But Cheryl reflexively brushed the hand to make Jourrel slip. His body has fallen to the present day, his legs hanging.

“Jourrel!” peekik Cheryl was shocked.

“Hah! Huh! Cheryl! Cheryl! I don't want to die yet. I still want revenge. Cheryl!” shouted Jourrel clutching firmly the edge of the tile.

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