The Sins of Marriage in London
MOSAIC 35 FORGERIES DEATHS

President director, Adle Reid. His face is now not as handsome as before, leaving the remnants of wrinkles and gray hair that are a sign that he has been inedible with age.

"So you're Zein Gerald Rashanda Moon's first husband?" Adle put down her bitter cup of coffee with trembling hands.

Zein did not twitch, his face bowed in fear. Adle Reid is a very influential figure in London, how can he be relaxed to face a person with great power like this.

Adle glanced at her granddaughter, Castiel who stood up with a fold of "you're sure she's Zein Gerald? why is this guy just silent?"

Zein quickly replied "Yes sir, I am Zein Gerald sorry for my attitude," Cetus the man, his palms he swung to dissipate his cold sweat.

"Castiel where did you get this information?"

"Of course, I stole it in Alon's private room in the company" he added, dropping his butt on the elongated sofa, his gaze staring at the seriousness of "they still have marriage ties despite not being recognized as stately."

Adle nodded, "the woman brought disgrace, damaging Reid's reputation in the eyes of the public. Her existence was acknowledged because she was pregnant with an heir."

Fred nodded in agreement, he then chimed in "then I have a duty for you Zein, the reward will be worth the work."

Zein linked his two eyebrows curiously, "what job?"

Fred took a breath, his body that had sat down had now stood up. "There will be a massive alumni reunion at SeaOc University, I have designed the stage can emit toxic fumes that will be inhaled when Rashanda appears on it, he said, harmless it'll just make her have trouble breathing and fainting."

The man stared confusedly, "then what should I do?"

Fred called the waiter to bring him a model, in a chain resembling a pregnant woman whose exponents were on fire.

"This plan relies on speed, you just need to kidnap Rasyhanda and put her in a different car, after which the car containing the model takes her to Trinity bridge. Alon's gonna come after you, blow that car up there and run as far as possible to the pickup."

Iris Zein followed Fred's movements around the room, "what if I fail to do so?"

"Don't fail to do so or the 10 billion will vanish" Castiel said.

Adle propped up her weight on a cane, an elongated cane that helped her fragile strength to move

As he walked, Adle closed the meeting with an offer. "If you can make that woman last longer with you, you'll get a 3x more bonus than that."

The eye reaction that flickered with enthusiasm Zein actually smiled. Triple is a tempting offer, without a second thought the man accepted it.

"If you agree with the bonus, if you fail to do so do not get me wrong if all that is left is your name," after a quick glance, Adle stepped out of the meeting room leaving Zein with her slipping smile.

"You heard that, right?" Castiel patted Zein's shoulders behind the man's back, putting down a piece of paper and a ballpoint pen, "if you agree please sign it below as our deal."

Zein glanced down, lines of writing filled his pupils. The head was raised and exchanged glances with Fred who was patting his fingers on the side of the folds of his hand.

The man pulls the pen, scratches the ink and releases it into the air, a signature that becomes a symbol of agreement between them.

"Tomorrow you must fly to London, go to your plan," Fred ordered him and called the waiter to bring him 1 large suitcase. "I don't have to open it in front of you, it's a down payment for you to use while you're there."

Castiel said, "don't disappoint Reid's family."

Not long after that a woman entered the meeting room, the pounding of hells swept through the atmospheric tension. Bodycon dress gives the impression of sensuality to the aura that is drawn from it.

"Of course you're going with Zein Gerald tomorrow" Castiel replied, patting the two shoulders back.

Hannah turned the focal point to a man beside Castiel, "if you're done I'd like to talk to you" she told Zein.

The man responded with a nod, walking in tandem following Hannah up from where she stood.

Stalled in the back yard of the mansion, Hannah dropped her hips to sit on a park bench. Staking both of his thighs to overlap each other, revealing the alluring thighs behind the folds.

"How many accounts?" Hannah removed the glasses propped up on her nose, grabbed her phone and sharpened her hearing as the man shot out a row of numbers.

Zein was aghast when he heard a notification from the phone tucked in his pocket, quickly reaching him.

Instantly the man swallowed his saliva, remittance of 2M pocketed his account. Zein then asked what this gift meant, "why are you giving me this much money?"

Hannah smiled obliquely, "i also have a duty for you." He then gave me a plan. "I just want you to splash this liquid on Rashhanda" the interlocutor bowed as Hannah handed him a sealed, plain glass bottle.

Zein tilted the tube to look at the contents inside. The man gasped, sweaty sweaty sweat falling from the temple. "You're not kidding, are you?" Ask ensures.

Hannah shrugged her shoulders, expressing as if this plan was a non-risk thing. "Why am I kidding, just do your job."

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"Where are you from dear?" A woman welcomed Zein, adrift in a charming-looking face with a radiant aura.

The man removed the coat still attached to his body, turning his gaze to answer the wife's question. "There's office business" he said.

Zein settled in St. Petersburg with his wife Siera, after 4 years had passed when he first heard that Rashanda had married his long-time best friend, Alon.

"Is there a problem in your office?" Siera looked at her heartily, clasping Zein's arm with worry.

The man replied with a nod, gently slipping the back of his wife's hand, "it's not a pity I'm fine anyway tomorrow I'll take you to London."

At the end of the living room there was a joyous shout from a small child who jumped up to the conversation of his parents.

"Are we really going to London?" Arden asked, his irises sparkling pulling the tip of his father's shirt.

There was a small nudity from Zein, he held his son who had just turned 5 years old. "What does Arden want to see there?"

"Hour big ben's a big daddy!" Arden demonstrated the shape of the tall building with his two tiny hands.

Zein gave her palm inviting her son to do High five. Arden replied by patting her on top.

"Good boy," said Zein, ruffling Arden's hair with anxiety.

In the confusion between father and son, Siera asked "Why are we suddenly in London?"

The man covered his lips, his jaw clenched for a moment. "All right now we're attending my campus reunion, baby" Zein said, peeping at his wife's lips.

Siera faked her smile, the look on that face changed drastically. What's with her husband who suddenly wants to attend a reunion after years have passed.