Aletta The Beautiful Belongs to Bad Boy Billioner

Chapter 8

Chapter 8 About Aletta

Dioneel woke up from her sleep and immediately stepped into the bathroom. The handsome face was now staring at his reflection in the mirror while trying to regulate his stinged breath. The frightened face was then washed with water..

“Lu where is Sen?” inner Dioneel while washing his face again several times.

Almost every night since the incident, there has been no more quiet nights for Dioneel. Arsen's shadow always looms over him.

Dion then stepped towards the bed where Aletta was asleep.

“Aletta?” Dion's eyeballs rounded wide while his steps were now immediately gushed out of the room.

“Woy! Wake up! Has anyone seen Aletta?” Dion woke up everyone in the Death Squad headquarters with his voice.

His friends had just opened their eyes, of course they were very confused by Dion's question just now.

“Shit! Molor to you!” grumbled Dion while stepping towards his room again.

His hands quickly reached for the phone. Just opened it, a message came in from Aletta.

I'M CALLED TO THE SHOW ROOM, PLEASE JANGN MAKE TROUBLE AGAIN. I STILL NEED WORK

A short message from Aletta answered Aletta's absence at this time there, but instead of relief.

‘Argh!” Dion growled as he threw his body down on the bed.

“Such fragrance lu Al hair!” inner Dion while continuing to inhale the pillow that Aletta had used last night to sleep.

The woman's fragrant smell has indeed become her candlestick lately. His innocence was increased so because now Dion feels always wanted to be with Aletta.

“Gue should make Aletta here,” her inner self.

Dion then smiled.

YOU COME HERE RIGHT NOW OR YOUR DEBT IS TEN TIMES OVER!

A brief message was deliberately sent by Dion with such a threat. Dion smiled at Aletta's panic as she read the message.

But unfortunately, until some of Dion's messages are even still check one.

Dion snorted in annoyance while going back and forth to check his phone to make sure if Aletta had replied to him.

Not also getting a reply, Dion then decided to follow Aletta to the showroom where she worked.

Dioneel's steps accelerated as if he did not want to miss something important.

“Lu where is Boss going?” asked Javas who was surprised to see Dion was wearing a jacket complete with his favorite helmet.

“There's business! Don't forget, wait for information from MAX, I don't want them to make it again!” dion said to his gang that gave a message.

“Wokeh Boss,” say it all.

No one would dare to ask Dion when the handsome man's face was being very serious, wrong wrong it would be disastrous for him who asked.

Dion then drove his iron horse to leave the Death Squad headquarters which is in one of the luxury residential complexes. Without lowering his speed in the slightest, Dion broke through the crowded and bustling streets of the capital this morning.

Half an hour away, Dion finally got home.

Silent and desolate, as usual there were only maids and bodyguards who greeted him. Both of Dion's parents were busy businessmen. So it is very rare to meet let alone talk to Dion.

There wasn't much Doneel did at his house, he just changed his clothes and left soon after.

This time, the goal is the showroom where Aletta works.

Looking forward to meeting Aletta, Dion slashed the distance at high speed and could soon get there.

Luckily, Dion runs into Aletta at the entrance.

“Al!” call Dion to the beautiful woman with a knee-length skirt stellan and a stretch shirt that makes her curves perfectly framed.

“Dion?” aletta replied no less surprised because Dion came to his place of work.

“Where's your phone?” dioneel asked as he narrowed his eyeballs sharply and looked for where Aletta's phone was hidden because she wasn't carrying a bag at the moment.

Feeling uncomfortable with Dion's behavior that can make coworkers and superiors angry, Aletta hurriedly invites Dion out of there.

“Why the hell? I've sent a message,” said Aletta.

“Yes, but you're done with your phone turned off so you can't be disturbed, right?” timpal Dion again.

I don't know what Dion's thinking right now, but he's really upset that Aletta turned off her phone.

“Sorry, hape I can't break up all night so it's not on.” Aletta then reached into the pocket on her shirt and pulled out her ponsellipat and thrust the phone in front of Dion,

Dion can't say it anymore.

“Udah, back yuk. Up!” dion's orders.

“Back? I'm I'm working. I will nyamperin to your place later, according to the agreement after my work is completed,” explained Aletta.

But Dion doesn't care.

“Just up now!”

“At least I have to sell one or two units today. I have to keep my only– of this job! Don't be selfish to be a person!” aletta's boyfriend who is already very dizzy to face Dion's behavior lately.

Dion took a deep breath while rubbing his face using both of his palms.

The man then invited Aletta back into the showroom.

“Gue buy ten units and you have to get out of this job!” firmly Dion makes Aletta's eyeballs almost want out of place.

“Ekhm, Aletta ... You guys?” sindir Sandra - Aletta's co-worker who happens to be near them at the moment.

Aletta breathed heavily.

“Iya, I'm Aletta.” Dion just nodded loudly.

This made Aletta exhale violently while lowering her two shoulders simultaneously. Dion just made a mess for him.

“Sight like this doang mo buy ten cars? Sure bang jago? Letta, the cake of your boy does not know the name of the price huh?” teasing Sandra while looking away after being satisfied to drop Dion and Aletta with that sentence.

“Don't insult Aletta! You think I can't afford ten cars here? Do I also have to buy this showroom so that your mouth can be diem?” cecar Dion is very upset.

“Dion, it's ah! Why the big problems?” pinta Aletta takes Dion away from there.

But Dion, already emotional because she felt that her co-worker Aletta had insulted Aletta, clearly did not back down.

“Lu calm ya Honey, I just don't like my girl in lowin.” Dion then takes Aletta into the interior of the room where a number of SPGs and showroom managers are located.

Sandra who saw the arrival of the two of them immediately looked on with nyinyir.

“Bu manager, it looks like someone will ask for more discounts,”, Sandra said as Dion stepped forward to the showroom manager's desk.

Just as Dioneel was about to sit down, a phone came in for him.

Dioneel's face suddenly blackened with anger.