A BETRAYAL!

A BETRAYAL!
Chapter 43



After arriving at the mansion, Jana, Winda and Yuli just went to Mora's mansion. They can't wait to make a surprise for Mora.


"We're going to ask Mora for our rights, he doesn't know anything so he's going to give it" Yuli said.


"Mother is right, I can't wait to become a rich woman" she replied with enthusiasm.


Jana, he just kept quiet while focusing on driving his car on the highway.


Until shortly afterwards, they arrived at the courtyard of the luxurious mansion owned by Mr. Darma's family.


"Dad, this mansion is very magnificent and beautiful" said Winda with sparkling.


"True son, and soon it will be ours" said Jana smiling.


"Let's go inside" Jana took with a spirit.


They then get out of the car, seen in every corner there are already guards who are guarding.


"Who are you?" ask the guard at the door.


"We are Mr. Darma's family" Jana replied firmly.


The other fellow guards nodded their heads, then they were let in by them.


Jana and her wife's son are completely unaware of any irregularities, they are preoccupied with admiring the mansion.


"Please sit down Sir, Madam" said Art, awakening them from his fascination.


"Ahh yes" replied Yuli.


They then sat there, while the Art went to call the Master and Miss.


"It is very noticeable that they are very greedy" the inner Art.


The art just went upstairs to call Mora and Wildan.


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The beads in Jana's eyes, Yuli and Winda just looked up at the stairs. They could see that Mora and Wildan were walking towards them.


"Good day, Uncle, Auntie. Ahh Sir, Madam" said Mora in her graceful style.


Wildan then takes Mora to sit on the sofa opposite Jana.


Jana's face, was immediately shocked when she heard Mora calling her Uncle.


"What are you guys up here for?" ask Wildan with to the point.


"We want you to give us some of Hesti's treasure" Yuli replied sarcastically.


Mora squinted his eyes with a very sharp gaze, exactly the same as Mr. Darma's gaze.


"Harta? Which treasure is it, Aunt YULI?" ask Mora full of emphasis.


"Died? Why do you know that your parents died while there is no news at all on television or social media stations, let alone you from the village" said Mora casually and his sharp eyes.


Glug.


"Danger if Yuli to keceplosan again" Jana's inner with ketar ketir.


"I it's because I guessed it, because until now she had no news of it" Yuli replied nervously.


Brakes.


Mora threw a file on the table, he's fed up with it all.


"That's the company file you have now, and that company is legally yours, Uncle. Don't think I didn't know that you guys were here to blackmail me? Even I don't know where my Dad and Mama file is" Mora wrote cynically.


"I want this mansion" cried Winda resolutely.


"Please if you want this mansion" Mora said casually.


"But don't ever dream you'll get all of it, Winda" Mora explained.


"Ah and don't forget, pay attention to Aron if you don't want to be left behind" Mora whispered with a smile


Wildan then embraced the wife's waist with affection, they then came out of the mansion.


Shortly thereafter, the Artists and bodyguards joined Mora and Wildan.


"Where are you going?" jana asked confusedly.


"We will follow our Master" replied one of them indifferently.


Jana was flabbergasted by all this, even before long came a few container cars to transport all of this from the mansion.


"What the hell, huh" shouted Jana at the employee who was cleaning up all her.


"Sorry sir, this is all at the behest of young Miss Mora" the employee replied.


Jana, Yuli and Winda are once again made to defend their eyes with Mora's behavior, they do not expect Mora will do this.


Jana then came out of the mansion, she saw Mora who was smiling cynically at her from inside the car.


"Little by little you will be destroyed, Uncle" Mora said with a small smile.


Wildan had Roy immediately drive forward his car, he was very eager to hug his wife freely.


"You're so naughty, baby" whispered Wildan with a soft Mora cheek.


Mora just smiled, he hugged her sturdy body.


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