The Perfect Match
Overseeing

The next morning, Ken opened his eyes slowly, the sunlight entering without a curtain barrier, the silhouette of a woman gave Ken an immediate headache, he recalled his foolishness that foiled his own plans.

“I go home alone?” Ask Ken suddenly. He saw Valerie approaching with a glass of water and gave it to him.

“Your friends drove you home. Drink.” Ken spent the water that was there being washed. Holding the part of the forehead that feels dizzy and his stomach that nausea. “Your head hurts?” Valerie asked worriedly. Ken nodded a few times and saw Valerie straight out of the room.

Before long, Valerie came to bring him a bowl of soup and sat down at his place. “Let me give a bribe, I've made this nausea reliever soup from this morning.” Ken opened his mouth when Valerie's first feed was given. Ken noticed his appearance, it was a mess, the buttons of an open shirt and the trousers he still wore.

“You didn't replace my clothes?” Ken asked quietly, accepting the second bribe.

“Your body is very heavy, releasing your suit only requires a large amount of energy.” Ejek Valerie is anxious, Ken really does not feel guilty and instead questions his dressing instead.

“Servants in this house are many, why bother alone, dear?”

Valerie's lips pursed, “Should I wake them up nights just to replace your clothes?” His protest. “Why was last night drunk? You said just for a second?.

“I just want to drink a little overnight, it's just that I can't stop.”

“It wasn't a good defense Ken.”

“I don't defend myself, baby. I'm just telling you honestly.”

Ken smiled slightly and forced himself to stand up. “You won't help me take a shower?” instantly Valerie's eyeballs were smashed.

After the heated argument, Ken finally enters the bathroom, while Valerie chooses a casual outfit that is suitable for their relaxing day. The choice fell on a plain, dark-colored t-shirt, imagining the muscular body wearing fitting clothes would make Ken samakin's level of good looks increase.

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Washingtonian,

Carl wears a mask and a hat, his disguise should not be smelled by anyone. Three days ago he asked for Amber's address by force on a crew member at a nightclub, saying he had items taken by Amber, making them not want to indemnify and ultimately give a real identity named Amanda. A bio-data describing a woman named Amanda with a colorless identification and a photo of Amber is listed there. Finding Amber's trail is certainly a little difficult, but with the power of money and access he can find Amber's place in one day.

Carl's courage withered away, as he could only follow Amber from afar. Carl is curious about Amber's life is so closed, but when he finds out the state of the Amber family is still fine even add new business. And yesterday, to his great surprise, Carl told Amber to live in a small house that had entered a narrow alley with a woman who had been branded a woman of the night by some in the area, and now, by some, Carl returns to follow Amber, who reportedly works as an office employee.

Some questions approached Carl, why did Amber leave Brazil? If he does have a job for what to attend the auction event? And the least mind-blowing is that Amber works in a fairly large office, why would she live in a narrow alley with a woman who is looked down upon by those around her?.

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