The Secret Girl of Mr. Thelar
Casualties of Investigation

Clara tried hard to turn her head so she could look at the face of the man who pulled her, she said, but unfortunately too quickly put his body into a van that has been prepared beforehand and immediately move as soon as possible to leave the area without anyone who was there.

”Who are you? Unhand me!" hardik Clara was shocked when her body was already slammed on the car seat.

The four men in the car, none of whom answered, were silent with their eyes focused on the highway. Clara's heart was beating faster when she realized that the sign sign sign indicating the car carrying her was now heading out of town.

“Lease! Where are we going?!" snapping the girl while struggling, her hands moved outstretched about to reach the door.

Clara does not want to until the events that once happened to her again, the incident she experienced in childhood, which is when a man named Teshar took her into the locked room for years. He felt he had to fight and should not just surrender with the situation.

”Shut up!" snapped the man turned his head towards Clara with a sharp look.

“Where are you taking me? Unhand me! Off!" reply Clara murmured unwilling to stop resisting and just kept quiet.

He kept shouting while lapping furiously at the shoulder and arm of the man to his left right, he jerked his leg trying to fight back with annoyance. Really, feeling held captive for years makes him no longer willing to accept the situation just like that.

”Please! Help u! Unhand me!" clara shouted as she continued to beat up the man beside her and tried to reach for the car door.

"I said shut up, shut up! Or do you want me to throw your body into the street?!" snapping one of the men in front of the wheel felt the girl's voice interfere with her concentration in driving.

“Throw it, you think I'm scared? Huh!" clara retorted sharply, her eyes staring intently at all the men who were in the car.

In a fit of annoyance Clara shook her head and brushed off the hands of the man who tried to stop her blow.

“Treat that woman, just be noisy!" firmly the man who was beside the steering chair while looking back.

The man stared intently at Clara, revealing eye-pictures with a sinister smile. One friend immediately understood his partner's intentions and immediately grabbed the cloth in his pocket. Quickly his hand also embraces Clara's shoulder and smothers strongly while locking the movement and Clara's resistance with one hand assisted by a colleague who happens to be sitting next to Clara.

"Gmhp! Hmh!" clara shakes her head, her hands try to grab the man's hand and get rid of the object that makes her breath sting and her head suddenly feels dizzy.

Clara's resistance turned futile, the dope-containing cloth immediately weakened her consciousness, her body began to limp and lunglai fell unconscious. The man immediately clenched tightly to the girl's body so as not to fall, he immediately looked at his colleagues while nodding as a sign that the problem was settled.

”So soon give your report to Big Boss!" command one of the four of them with a firm voice.

“OK," replied another colleague nodding and smiling as he grabbed the phone in his pocket.

”Money is waiting for us," said the others make all who are in the car immediately laugh together.

The man who smothered Clara's nose and mouth immediately removed the cloth and put it back in his pocket.

Occasionally he looked at the faintly beautiful girl who was now leaning weakly on his chest. He smiled to himself imagining that the girl who would make him a lot of money would meet his great master. Too beautiful for an old man indeed, but his duty was indeed only to it.

"It's a pity indeed, your fate is 'not as pretty as your face, '" the man murmured inwardly.

***

Meanwhile somewhere else.

Teshar had finished a sudden meeting this morning. He immediately entered his room and went back to listen to some files that were in front of him. Teshar turned the chair he was sitting in, taking the phone on the table.

"Come in," answered Teshar looking at the arrival of his Assistant named Debby who is now outside the door. His assistant immediately entered the room after being invited in.

"Mr Teshar, good morning. Sorry to interrupt," he said, bowing respectfully.

"What's wrong?" teshar asked again in a stern manner and let his Assistant walk over to explain his goal.

"Mr Jeff wants to see you as soon as possible, Sir," Debby reported, looking over.

"What business is it?" tanya Teshar feels lazy dealing with the main competitor of his family's dark company. A sly man who likes to do everything he can to win a fight in business, just like his father.

"So soon he'll call you, sir."

“Alright," replied Teshar turning his gaze toward his phone screen.

The foreign number that was now contacting him was clearly very disturbing his thoughts and concentration. He guessed that Jeff was planning something right now, but it was even more annoying because he really had a hard time guessing the old man's thoughts.

"Hello" said Teshar, standing up from his seat, his hand motioned to Debby to leave his room immediately.

The well-built and well-dressed man immediately walked slowly observing the outdoor atmosphere of his office from the glass wall. The tall buildings and streets of the city can be seen clearly from the 12th floor of the office is currently located. He waits for the authorization from the caller in replying his greeting.

”Mr Teshar Indira, good morning," said a man his parents' age in a cheerful voice.

Teshar is still waiting for an answer. He was still silent about not returning his greetings and letting the old man continue with what he had to do to contact him this morning.

"How are you? Thank you for helping to take very good care of my daughter's master," said the man named Jeff with an amused laugh.

Teshar was still silent. He did not fully understand the name 'master' that was thrown from the lips of a man named Jeff. With a sigh Teshar twisted his brain and began to think.

“I didn't expect, after twelve years of waiting, I finally could really hug and bring him home again," he said, increasingly making Teshar guess what Jeff said. The man's forehead also formed several wrinkles.

”Clara, no. What may be the girl—" Teshar's eyes widen, monologue in heart.

A question that made Teshar suddenly agitated, while looking outwards, his hands clenched tightly. The man exhaled a few times to control his emotions.