The Paid Men and the Mafia Girls
CHAPTER 94: BE PATIENT

Jourrel had arrived first, his two legs were firmly plowed into the roof top of a hotel, opposite the luxury restaurant where Cheryl met her target.

The man took off the backpack on his back, grabbed a binocular and set the lens to make it look clearer.

Cheryl has also been sitting gracefully while choosing the menu. The girl was still alone, Rico stood by in the car, but his gaze could not be separated from the lady. While some of his subordinates sat spread out at every corner to protect Cheryl. They disguised themselves as visitors, his appearance was ordinary and inconspicuous.

“Poltak! Already have signs of arrival?” cheryl touched the earpiece in her ear.

“Turn at 9, Miss!” sahut Poltak who was in charge of watching the enemy. “Two people,” he continued again.

“OK!” Cheryl straightened her long hair perfectly.

Before long, a middle-aged man came over accompanied by a younger man. Looks like his age.

Jourrel glared when he saw the middle-aged man. Her chest rumbled violently. His hand kept moving set the lens to clarify the man's face. A face that was no stranger to him.

“Right with Miss Cheryl?” ask the younger man.

Cheryl looked up, unraveling her sweet smile yet with a sharp look. “Yes! Please sit down,” Cheryl said.

“Include, I'm Bonar. CEO of Greenlight Company, and this is my assistant and son Dame. Haha, I did not expect, a company as big as Sebastian Group even wants to cooperate with my company,” said Bonar at length introduced himself.

Cheryl gave a forced smile, her blue eye bead scanning sharply at the two people. Put into his brain memory at this time.

“I don't have much time. Just go ahead, explain your latest weaponry. Mention its weaknesses and advantages, as well as its advantages compared to others.”

Bonar and Dame are shocked by Cheryl's words. They stared at each other in disbelief. Because before, their discussion did not offend weaponry at all.

“Ma—means?” tanya Bonar was getting nervous. He circulated his gaze, afraid if it turned out to be a trap from the police. But seeing Cheryl's appearance is quite convincing, that the girl is most likely a member of the mafia.

“Let's just relax, I already know everything. My purpose here is actually for that, just that I did not discuss through email for fear of being easily tracked,”, said Cheryl said gracefully and authoritatively.

Bonar heaved a sigh of relief, he immediately looked at Dame and asked to immediately open a file that was completely absent from their plan.

“Wow! Attractively. Could soon? But this time I want you to handle Mr. Bonar yourself. I don't want any shortcomings,” Cheryl said after receiving all of Dame's explanations.

“Maximum one week, Miss! Alrighty! Fine, I'll do it. Thank you for your trust!” sahut Bonar quickly.

“Alright, later please send us the delivery schedule, clear location and time. Remember, Mr. Bonar. You have to come directly to take care of it! Payment will I transfer 40%, the rest after goods received!” firmly Cheryl.

“Good, Miss!” sahut Bonar smiled.

“Excuse me” Cheryl stood up before touching her food in the slightest. He walked with firm steps but did not leave his elegance.

Dame looked agape, amazed at the girl. Did not expect his client this time a tough womanizer, but very beautiful and has extraordinary charm.

The girl immediately moved to the opposite hotel, following Jourrel on the top floor of the tall building. He was afraid, Jourrel could not control his emotions. Her footsteps were in a hurry when the elevator door opened and stopped at the roof top.

A thread of sweat started flowing on Jourrel's handsome face. Both of his hands were firmly gripping the binoculars in his hands. His chest felt tight with a pounding in the middle of nowhere.

Jourrel grabbed his long-barreled weapon and aimed at the target who was still laughing proudly inside the restaurant. Blood flow seemed to boil within his body.

Cheryl turns her back when she sees Jourrel pointing his gun. He and Rico immediately ran up to Jourrel and brushed off the muzzle of the weapon that Jourrel was holding.

His index finger was about to pull the lever to fire a long-range shot. However, Cheryl quickly pushed the weapon.

“Don't now,” pinta Cheryl standing in front of Jourrel.

The two looked at each other, Jourrel's eyes flushed red with anger. His molars seemed to tighten. Cheryl immediately rushed into the man's arms to ease Jourrel's anger.

“Proposy in a moment, Honey. Patience, take a deep breath, exhale through the mouth,” murmured Cheryl still tightened her embrace.

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