Behind The Heir
I'm yours
After a few minutes of being missed, the crowded streets and vehicles look boisterous when you see a very tense commotion. Where a woman fights a lot of burly men.
“That's female or male well?” so did the voices of the few people watching the fierce fight.
Over ten men were sprawled with wounds on each other's faces.
“Don't stop me from being with Kalyan. You guys remember that! If you still dare, I will not hesitate to pry your eyes one by one.” Adina's threat suddenly moved the head of the limp man helplessly nodding obediently.
“Ba-ch. Good. Forgive us. We just run the command.”
After his warning, Adina immediately rushed away from there. The number of eyes he looked at did not heed. Even some of the cell phone cameras that recorded the incident just now made Adina smile.
“The basis is shortsighted.” umpatnya to someone.
Several hours passed, at the Osmon mansion.
The tring! The tring! The tring!
The ringing of mobile phones also disperse the hot struggle of a husband and wife who are combining love.
“Mom, a little more.” the heavy voice of the husband begged not to stop their activities.
However, Aileen actually moved quickly pushing the body of the husband to the side. “This must be the news of the girl, Dad. Mommy can't wait to hear it.” she said with a sly smile on her innocent pretty face of make up.
Brandon was holding back a passion that almost slipped, now rubbing a rough forehead. Anger was so overpowering but once again he remained a patient man.
“So how Mommy hates that woman? He's innocent of anything to us, Mom. Pity Dad if you know this.” Aileen opened her eyes without commenting on the husband while hooking the pajamas on his innocent body.
Across there, gasping breaths were still trying hard to speak. “Nyo-mrs, we. That girl is really strong. We all lost to him. Forgive us Madam. We don't..”
“You guys really aren't becus. Are you guys boys? Where is your pride as a man? One woman you can't beat with so many of you. Argh!!” Aileen's shout made Brandong who originally wanted to sleep until tiptoeing shocked.
He knew what made his wife so angry.
The hot atmosphere is now inversely proportional to the apartment of a handsome man who is none other than the grandson of Leonardo Osmon.
A very enthusiastic eye gaze is clearly visible with the light highlight of the laptop monitor. “Have trouble finding his account..does he not have a social media account yah?” since Adina's return, Kalyan was made very curious about the figure of the girl who had made her heart ravaged.
The origin and daily life of Adina is very curious Kalyan. However, the sense of prestige defeats everything.
Wanting to ask Grandfather, it felt impossible. Asking Adina herself was even more unlikely.
“It's hard to find it... argh! Is he from a rural village until he has no social media accounts? Or. nope. It is impossible for him to use an alay account name like those little children. A Kalyan Fin Osmon can find out girls up to like this hahaha I think I've gone crazy.”
The debate with his own heart immediately stopped when he heard a message notification from his cellphone.
Their smile on the pink lips of the handsome successor Osmon.
“Don't think of me. I am yours. Adina.”
The short message he read.
