THE UNREGARDED WIFE

THE UNREGARDED WIFE
28 "Will the Star survive "


"Him?" ask Tristan who turned to look towards the Star.


"Well, this woman?"ask again.


"No, she's not my wife, cook you don't know my wife is very beautiful and certainly very glamorous as you see in the competence of the press, while she? He's just my son's maid do you like him?" tanya Tristan turned to look at the Star with a cynical look.


"Good God I thought she was your wife, but I also guessed that my guess was not true because she was so tacky, unlike your wife who I saw at the press conference at that time but honestly she was pretty sweet and pretty even they I think there is almost a resemblance but yes, that's it,"his unceasing reply looked towards the Star that seemed to dislike him.


"What does Tristan mean by bringing me up with this bastard? Does he really want to sell me to this striped-nose guy?"inner Star.


"She's a very beautiful woman. Do you have a partner? Kan I myself is still single or you could say I have no companion so do you not mind if we try to start a relationship tonight. You look like a woman who needs money to the point that your body is thin enough like this, even your clothes are like a maid. And how much money do you want to be able to serve us. 100 million .. or maybe one billion?" ask the man with his voice.


"Hey what are you thinking? Does your silence mean you want more than that? You are so beautiful that you want to serve us?"


"If I see him as an established man, but what is possible that a marriage would be happy if only on the basis of wealth? But I see this guy is the type of guy you're looking for so why do you still think again isn't this kind of job you've been doing for so long? Besides being the son of this maid, right, your real worker?" timpal Tristan who seemed to support them.


"Do you think I am the woman****** who would accept your illegal money? Nah! I'm not the dirty woman you think I am. And if you think I want to take a dime from you sorry I'm too holy to accept your dirty money excuse me," he snapped a step the Star would go. But Tristan quickly withdrew his hand.


"Who told you to get out of this place?"


"What do you mean? What was the purpose of you bringing me here just because you wanted to sell me to them?"


"Mr Tristan some cash already managed me transfer to your account. Can I now enjoy this lady you brought for last night?" ask the man with his bastard gaze.


"All right, I don't mind. I don't care about him at all. Thanks for the transfer. And remember to let me know that you've mastered it,"


"Good Sir. Come with me. You are mine now come with me.


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In a place filled with colorful light rays, with disco music that makes anyone who hears it will surely dance and show his body's poignancy, especially for women.


Plus there are many people who are sitting relaxing while drinking some alcohol alcoh*l that makes their consciousness slowly begin to fade.


In the same room and place there was a handsome man with a slightly burly stature who spent his time fiddling in a place like this.


His steps stopped immediately after he knew where they were going to take him.


"Tristan is really so cruel why with his firmness he intends to sell me to them," his inner self with his unceasing cries flowed.


"Hey why did you stop let's hurry in," the man snapped with his furious face.


"Son, I don't want to go in, this is a cursed place and I don't want to go into a haraam place like this, I don't want to.


"Hey where you are going, you are now ours so don't expect that you will be able to leave here, because we will never let that happen. And that guy? You don't expect him to help you because it's never going to happen so let's go now" he snapped the Star's body violently.


"Please let me go, I beg you to let me go, I promise I will do your request whatever you want as long as you don't sell me to the striped men there I beg you to let me go!"


"You take it easy, beautiful girl, we'll release you later but once you make your boss enjoy the satisfaction of your body."


"No, I don't want to, let go of me! Unhand me!"


SERIATE.