Trapped in the Love of the Cruel CEO
Angry Verrel

Someone just arrived at the House with a state that is not okay, the face decorated battered, and, the blood coming out at the corner of his lips indicates that the man was exhausted in the crackle or after a fight.

Erlangga entered the house with slow steps, occasionally he grimaced softly while holding his cheek that had turned blue due to the strong blow from the fight earlier. Arriving at the door, Erlangga was greeted with panicked faces from Cassandra and Verrel who looked panicked to see the bruised face.

"Sister Erlangga, Brother why?" cassandra asked in a panic, helping her to sit on the sofa.

"Erlangga what happened why did your face get bruised like that? Have you been fighting?" ask Verrel who's panicking.

Cassandra sat down beside her sister, she looked at her battered brother's pity, her eyes dewy when she saw Erlangga grimacing in pain.

“Already, I'm fine, this is just a small wound,"sela Erlangga did not want to trouble the two.

“What did sister say? Is this a small wound? even if this small thing really worries me," Cassandra jolted when she heard a simple sentence from Erlangga's mouth, while Verrel.

Verrel looked at Erlangga with a look of anger and emotion that was only silent while watching the painful groans heard by him.

"I'll take the compress and the P3K medicine" continued Verrel, passing he moved from where he was.

Cassandra looked back at her brother, her hands gently rubbed Erlangga's hair that had been disheveled due to the fight earlier.

Verrel was busy looking for a P3K box, the man went back and forth into the drawer but no box was commonly used to treat wounds, believe me! Due to too great a sense of emotion that he feels at this time so that even a small box he can not find it.

"Who's actually the one who's been making him battered like this. Is all this from that jerk?" he muttered with a clench of his hands, quickly taking some of the medicine he needed, for fear of dying, after he finished he closed his closet again and also returned to the living room, where he was, but just as he was about to step into the middle chamber, the man stopped his steps again and hid behind the wall, as the two siblings spoke.

"This whole thing was a jerk named Richard. He was the first to seek for the cause by killing my men. So the blow I just gave him was all in return. Even if I can't kill him yet!"

Verrel came out with a tense face, the man was like being emotional, his hands were clenched indicating he was really being emotional.

He walked in haste, the man entered the room, his steps approaching his two brothers. As he slammed the door of the room very strongly, the man clenched his hands and punched a glimpse of the wall beside him making his white hand slightly bruised.

Verrel slams things as an outlet for his anger. Erlangga and Cassandra who saw it they looked very surprised.

"Verrel what are you doing?" asked Erlangga who tried to hold him back to not hurt herself.

"Sister Verrel's holding on to your emotions, hold on!" his words prevented Verrel from harming himself.

"I've guessed he's the one behind this mess. All this time I've been very patient with him but what? The longer he is left, the more he crunches. So now it's my turn to finish him off, if you can't kill him because he's your best friend let me do it." His growing anger, several times he intended to leave but his two brothers compactly blocked and hugged him tightly.

"Don't stop me, enough of our men are victims so now it's my turn to finish off the bastard. Unhand me! Unhand me!"

"No, I won't let you do that. Do you realize this is not the right way to solve problems, so hold your emotions in check!"sergeant Erlangga.

"Hold you say! In one day he was able to finish off two people at once what was still not enough. Do you still want from us who will be the victim then you can fight and finish him? Are you going to keep giving up on him?" the snapping that immediately brushed off his two brothers to fall on the floor. The previously invisible face of anger, now in a matter of seconds his anger instantly culminated with his breath being stupefied.

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