Trapped in Love Girl Bet
Propagate?

"That's really why I hid my real identity, because..."

Uncompleted Yuna spoke suddenly her phone rang making her unable to continue her speech.

Yuna saw her phone with her mother's name on it, she immediately picked up the phone in a place that was quite far from the members of D'Warlords.

"Yes hello ma?"

"You're still at William's mansion?"

"Yes ma, why?"

"May I ask you for help?"

"Seek what Ma please?" yuna asked confusedly.

"Please change into a model for her latest fashion photo shoot Mama dong" Jasmine pinta told Yuna.

Jasmine is riled and agitated at this time because the model who will do the shooting is not present and fortunately Jasmine has a beautiful daughter that she can rely on who can replace the model.

"Where is the model Mama?"

"The model who will do the shoot again hurts, so no one changes him. That's why Mama called you, let you change her. Want it baby?"

Yuna sighed. "When's Ma?"

"Now son, can it be?"

"Yes could be Ma. Wait for Yuna to wait for Ma to say goodbye to William.

"OK on, baby. Be careful on the road."

"Yes Ma." Yuna turned off her phone and went back to where she was.

"Sorry guys, I can't explain to you guys. If you want to know why I'm hiding your identity, you can ask William. You see, I have to go now" Yuna said.

"Where are you going?" ask William.

"You go to the mama's boutique, the mama called earlier told me to be her latest fashion model, replace her model who is sick again," explained Yuna. William mangut-mangut understood.

"Yes you've been careful on the road."

"Okay, I'm first, guys," Yuna said to the other D'Warlords members. They all nodded and said for Yuna to be careful on the way. After that Yuna immediately rushed away leaving William's mansion.

"Come on Wil, tell us a story" urged Nathan.

"Yes Wil, we can't wait" Arthur said.

Inevitably William also tells the reason why Yuna hid her identity to her friends as Yuna told her back then. All were shocked unless Jayden heard William's words.

"What's? So Yuri's son, Mr Luke Kim, one of the biggest investors on our campus?" levin was shocked and in disbelief.

"Yes that way," replied William casually.

"Well, he and his wife are also one of the most successful businessmen in the country" Nathan said.

"I just goosebumps to hear it," said David rubbing his arms because the fur on his back really stood up after hearing William's words earlier.

"It's a good thing that Yuna did not tell her papa to revoke his stake in our campus" Felix said.

"Yes, really, if it happens it could be that Justin's grandfather is angry with us" said Arthur. Everyone nodded in line with Arthur's words.

Justin or Justin Choi's grandfather is the owner of JCH Group and the grandfather of Jayden, William and Levin. He now lives in China with his beloved wife.

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At night, Yuna was relaxing while reading her favorite novel in the living room. He sat there with his mother who was also reading a magazine.

'Did Jayden send the flowers to me? Any timing? Does he want to apologize to me?' inwardly Yuna, her eyes point towards the novel but not with a mind that bares buana thinking about who actually sent them the flowers.

Suddenly there was the sound of a falling object in the courtyard of his mansion.

BRUKK!

"What's Ma's voice?" yuna asked her mother.

"Mama also did not know dear, maybe Coco's voice again fell in the flower pot times," replied Jasmine. Coco is Yuna's favorite grey british cat, the cat is male.

"It's impossible Coco is Ma, she's Yuna kennelin. Or maybe it's a thief again Ma?" guess Yuna.

"There's John in front. Time yes can enter," said Jasmine even though her heart was worried.

"Let's see, son, make Mama afraid."

"Yes come on Ma."

Then Yuna and Jasmine peeked out from the window in the living room. It turned out that there was someone wearing a black Hoodie who was sneaking around in the courtyard of his mansion.

"I think there really are people who want to turn in this mansion" said Yuna.

"Okay, surely Mr. John does not worry anymore there are people who enter here," said Jasmine.

"Yes Ma, where Mr. Hengky also entered the morning shift again."

"Where Papa is also abroad," Jasmine recalled her husband who was still abroad.

"How did dong Ma go?" yuna asked who was also frightened.

"Nor do you know, son, try to call Mr. John," said Jasmine who was trembling in fear.

"Yes Ma." Yuna immediately called John, the security guard who is guarding her mansion tonight.

"Not in the same lift Mr. John, how dong Ma?"

"Why not pick up the phone the same Mr. John," said Jasmine restless.

"Where if we fight Ma, Yuna can first taekwondo," said Yuna.

"Well, when you were in elementary school, son, did you still get it?"

"It's still a little Ma" said Yuna grinning as she scratched her nape.

"You're this. Yeah, wait a minute. Mama wants to grab a baton first in Papa's office," said Jasmine to go to her husband's office.

After taking the wand, Jasmine returned to the living room.

"When are you following Mama in the back?" tell Jasmine to Yuna.

"Was Mama brave?" ask Yuna.

"Usstt you've been fooled," said Jasmine and inevitably Yuna agreed to her mother's speech.

Yuna and Jasmine crept out from the back door close to the living room. There the two of them looked, the person they thought was peeking into the window in the living room of the mansion. Slowly Yuri and Jasmine stepped up to hit the person.

BUGH!

BUGH!

Jasmine hit the back of the person's neck and back.

"Armghh!" he shouted, it turned out that the person was a man.

"Your train!" said Jasmine who was satisfied to hit the person.

"Campus you!" maki Yuna's.

The man immediately fainted after being beaten many times with a caste stick by Jasmine.

"How dare you want to swing in here!" annoyed Jasmine while shaking her waist.

Yuna was very surprised to see the man who was beating her mother, after she saw the man's face.

"No more beating!" yuna held her mother's arm so as not to hit the man's body again.

"Why son? He is a thief and deserves to be beaten up" said Jasmine.

"Yes but he's that..."

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To be continued.