The Secret Girl of Mr. Thelar
Besieged in the Lion's Cage

Meanwhile on Clara's side, the girl is now in the room with Jeff. The man looked at her with a grin that honestly made his fingers wet with cold sweat. Clara remembered the line, the look in her eyes and the smile as her uncle, her mother's sister. Although the memory was a goal as the uncle got older. However, Clara was convinced by what she saw.

"P-uncle Jeff?" clara tries to recall her uncle's face. “That's right, Uncle's right?”

The man called Jeff responded to Clara's question with a faint smile. The face of a girl who carried deep memories in her mind, a sense of tightness mixed with anger was present as well as seeing the nephew.

"I'm glad you remember me after more than ten years we didn't meet" he said. “Ups, twelve years I mean.”

"Why did Uncle bring me here?" clara asked a little. In any case, he felt quite scared because the aura of the man was extremely terrifying. “What business is uncle with me?”

Honestly, since a long time ago when he heard the screams and shrieks of his uncle's voice, when he was at his grandmother's house as a child. The man did not hesitate to yell, slam anything while at home and even threatened his grandparents either because of what problems. Clara didn't understand adult issues. Why can the temprament man be part of his family, Clara's inner self-reinforcing.

“We reminisce about his past only later. There's something more important than just asking about me. Of course we can see each other still able to breathe, right?” the man said there was an increased threat to Clara's safety.

Clara could only hold back her gulp of saliva slowly. Really, his uncle from long ago until now is just as horrible.

"Speak for a minute, the person who has been caring for you all along is eager to hear your voice" Jeff said, pointing his phone at Clara.

A guard behind him immediately advanced and pointed his gun at Clara. The girl's eyes immediately bought in shock beyond measure. However, he could do nothing but remain silent.

"Say quick, tell me you're doing okay here!" the man orders with squeaking eyes, making Clara swallow dry saliva. With a trembling body, he immediately walked closer while grabbing the phone and then sticking it toward his earlobe.

Clara's legs almost fell limp when she realized the threat of a gun pointed at her—just like when Teshar took her into a car twelve years ago. The gunfire seemed to provide a deep trauma in his memory. Only once, but very much in the girl's life.

"Sister, this is Clara. I'm fine" he said hurriedly with trembling hands. It felt like he was going to burst out in tears when he heard the voice of the man he hated half to death trying to calm his anxiety.

"You don't worry. I'll—" Teshar's voice was cut off because Jeff immediately grabbed the phone and walked away from Clara.

The girl clenched her fingers, as she stared at the back of the tall man with gray and bald hair at the tip of his head. It feels like being played.

"Grandmother, what should I do now? Who am I supposed to trust?" he looked down, staring at his own shoes.

His mind was starting to get confused. When the two men, Teshar and Uncle Jeff for him only take what is profitable from their personal interests. Suddenly Clara wanted to live her life. He wanted to scream and run as fast as he could or just disappear from the face of the earth. As Teshar has always said, it becomes a way of redemption for his desire to achieve freedom in life.

"Why do I still wish I could meet that bad guy again? What's wrong with me? I shouldn't have expected him to help me, right? He's as evil as Uncle Jeff" Clara lamented softly. He felt weak in some ways.

The sound of a loud door-covered bang made the girl flinch in shock, her heart almost surging from its place. All the men left his room. While rubbing his chest to neutralize the shock, he immediately stood up and walked up to the table to pick up the bottle of drink and then straightened the contents until it was not left.

Along with a hue of annoyance, he threw the bottle until it hit the wall and bounced back to him again. Still overwhelmed with resentment that was not satisfied was vented, he kicked again the item to jerk the wall which also bounced back toward him.

"Everything I do will turn back against me. I have to be careful in my actions. Doesn't that mean? Ugly bottles sucks?" he stared irritatedly at the plastic bottle that was now under his feet.

The girl immediately walked towards the glass window, beginning to appear dark. The night mood began to creep. The fingers of his hand immediately grabbed the curtain, revealing it slowly to be more open to see clearly the atmosphere outside the house.

"Well, they really are!" the decan is accompanied by the movement of grunt lips. "I feel surrounded by lions."

Clara could see the presence of a sturdy man standing in some corner outside this house. He clearly knew his locked place was on the first floor. It turned out that the same, all the bodyguards guarding this place were very tight, the chance of him being able to escape was very slim. The girl could only let out a long sigh, trying to prepare for all the possibilities by not acting rashly.

"I'll make the bullet go through my heart just so that I can get that freedom completely" he murmured as he closed the curtain. "Will it hurt? Just as I felt when you were blurting out a sentence about my existence that should not exist in this world anymore, Brother Teshar?" sad design.

The girl held her left chest with tightly clenched teeth, swallowed bitter saliva and stared back out through the glass window with a glare.

***

Raindrops began to drench the earth, Teshar was still struggling in front of his desk. Without a qualified assistant in this section really makes him quite frustrated. He really had to rack his brain alone. It was a pretty exhausting afternoon for him.

Always overshadowed by the power of both parents was very stifling to the chest. From the beginning of life, career, until now all always arranged by the two of them. Now he feels confident that his father must have planned something if something like this happened, to control the life he lived again.

"My parents were a real challenge" he lamented softly.

The man with a very neat appearance now turned rather disheveled, the suit looks draped on the sofa and his tie looks tangled like his face which is implied a sense of annoyance and anger hidden in his heart.

The door was knocked several times making him turn his gaze from the files towards the glass door featuring his secretary, Debby was already outside the room.

"Mr Thelar, good night."