The Prisoner's Wife Mr. Arogan
Chapter 8: The Little Thief

Michael who was out that night went to a club. He met someone who became the father's man when he gave him an assignment. 

The flickering of colorful and boisterous lights visitors did not make him interested in joining. A man dressed in sangar was waiting in one corner of the building.

“Mari, Master!” he said he directed Michael to a room where he had lined up neatly with several men and a messenger who sat in one of the chairs. 

“Master,” greet the man who originally sat down, but now stood up and slightly bowed in salute to the son of his superior.

“What task this time should I do?” asked Michael with a flat face. He's been used to living like this in the last few years. The arrival of the father's men will certainly only give him a heavy task that certainly requires a high level of professionalism. However, no matter when he last met his father, only time knows what a family really means to the Wilson family.

The father's work as a mafia as well as the military makes their family able to reap profits on illegal businesses easily. It's just the bitterness of life and the cruelty of business competition make their lives always at stake, so must be willing to live far from family in order to separate personal and business affairs. 

A file was thrust on Michael. He just read while nodding without saying much.

"Your time is one week, Master. The Great Lord will probably be back in the next few months" reported the men again

"All right." 

What should have been said was done. The father's men bowed for a moment and stepped out of the room, leaving Michael alone inside. He pulled out a cell phone and contacted a shadow turning off his subordinates.

"Find out the identity of the woman I'm engaged to tonight!" his orders after the phone connection was connected and without waiting for a response Michael had turned it off. 

Just like that, he had a deadly shadow that even his father did not know about. Because for him there is no one who can be trusted in the scope of his family. All can betray at any time, even easily stab each other just for the sake of a supreme position. Although the father looks different because when dealing with him the man acts like a good father. 

Michael stepped out of the room, he turned to sit among the crowd while enjoying the drink in his hand. There was no happy look painted on his face, only a flat look that even more captivated the women dressed in mini with the body like a fish lohan approached. 

However, with just one glance they easily left Michael. His sinister and arrogant impression seemed to strangle women with just his gaze. Until both of his eyelids squinted narrowly, seeing a figure that had just been abandoned a moment ago was now standing with a rag and glass in hand. 

"So you were a candidate for Young Madame Wilson overnight" asked Cathy, who now sits at the bartender's desk, where Laura chose her new job to cover up her identity. "Great, your plan never even occurred to me. A true actor."

"But, no problem. That way you can fulfill your mission more easily than you have to wait for news from me." 

Just a nod that Laura gave in response. He moved like a bartender listening to drunken visitors and chattering. Meanwhile, Michael who had been staring at the two could only squint his eyes. "Truly an unruly girl," he murmured. 

Michael did not approach Laura, he just kept quiet and watched her fiance from a distance. He also wanted to know what the girl really wanted to dare to mess up the Wilson family event. When viewed from the reputation of the family, Laura would have known that the play would obviously only bring disaster. However, the girl's courage managed to make her a little curious. 

I don't feel like time goes by so fast. Secretly Michael tries to follow the steps of Laura who is done with the work. At first, he thought the girl would run away. However, it turns out that Laura returned to her residence very carefully and ended up safe in the room. 

"Bas on the little thief." Michael once let out a rough breath and grinned. Laura's behavior is beyond belief. As if not knowing anything, Michael then left the residence to meet someone else, before finally returning to meet Laura later. 

On the other hand a man sits in a wheelchair while enjoying his morning with a cup of coffee. He blew slowly until the hot steam also issued a distinctive aroma that favored the drinkers. 

From behind someone else stepped closer to the man in the wheelchair. "Sir."

"How's it?" asked the middle-aged man and then again blew his hot coffee. 

"They succeeded, sir. The plan went well" reported the man.

A smile curled up on the man's face, but not with a look in the eyes that showed anything different. "good. Don't let them off guard! Let alone destroying the plan I've been devising for so many years." 

"Good, Sir." The man again stepped away leaving his master alone, while the middle-aged man seemed to grin with satisfaction while pinning his hands on the hot cup. 

"Your glory days are over. Now it's time for you to feel something more painful than what you've done to me" he murmured alone before throwing the cup somewhere to vent his anger.

To Be Continue's..