Beware Of Mr. Amnesiacs

Twenty Two: Meet Alfa

Shia is still at the Claricson Mansion. In Robert's workspace with the same document, it contains the name of the guest list. After Shia put the document back on the table, Robert suddenly said.

“Everything is enough Shia”

Shia stared at Robert with a questioning look. He did not understand what Robert said. Seeing that Robert immediately stood up from his chair and took a seat on the sofa opposite Shia.

“Don't race again!” Robert's words made Shia glare. He did not accept, how could he not race again, while the race was his reason for staying.

“Why?” ask Shia flat

“What do you think if the public knows young lady Clarikson is a wild racer who will be engaged to young Entrepreneur, George Pattion”

“Why should I care!" decih Shia

“During this time you live safely because no one knows that you are my daughter Shia, do you think it will all be the same after you are engaged and known to the public?”

“What does this have to do with my work?” shia asked still in her flat tone. Robert sighed in frustration. His daughter is too stubborn.

“Listen to Shia, even now that there are people targeting you, do you not feel it?” Shia was silent, She looked at Robert. Where did his father know that someone was after him. But if you think about it, Robert's words are true. She will be together with George, making her image as a graceful noble girl and proud of her family. But why when thinking about that Shia was unhappy?

His hatred for Robert was still there, even he was angry at Robert's unilateral decision to set him up as he pleased.

“I'll think of”

Shia came out of Robert's study. He stepped onto the 2nd floor into a lilac-painted room with an Arshia engraving on its door.

It was Shia's room while still living in this mansion. The girl opened the door, she stepped in while staring at the room that had not changed in the least since 6 years ago.

The room was clean and well-maintained, probably because Robert always told the waiter to clean it.

Shia was fixated still standing with a directed look at the figura that was on the table beside her bed. A photo of a Shia along with her parents and a boy.

Shia sat herself on the bed, her hand grabbed the figura and rubbed it. Robert's remark about stopping the race crossed his mind.

“Forgive me, Liam” Said Shia accompanied by a drop of water falling from his eye sludge.

On the other hand a man with a blue bead was clucking impatiently with the phone he was pointing at the ear. His originally neat hair is now messy, on his nose his nose is now perched a reading glasses and a laptop that lights up in front of him.

Several times only the ringing of the phone was heard so that made the man's patience run out.

“H-hello Tuan” said the man on the phone call nervously, he just realized his master called.

“Once again you don't pick up my phone, I'll make your hands not work!" decak Ace made the man shiver

“Ba-good Tuan”

“What is he doing?” ace asks Ero, his subordinate who is assigned to monitor Shia

“Nona is at Clarikson residence, Tuan” Ero replied quickly.

“What does her do?”

“Nona meets with Mr. Clarikson, seems to discuss the engagement plan of miss Shia.”

“Make sure he doesn't get scuffed at all. If any man tries to approach her immediately notify me” without waiting for her subordinate's answer Ace hangs up his phone. He put his body on the sofa. Today the schedule is very busy, meeting with clients from several countries and arranging traitors.

Ting! Ting! Ting! Ting!

Notifications on his phone made Ace maraih the rectangular object lazily.

There are dozens of incoming messages from Ero that contain images. Ace lazily opened the message. His jaw tightened when he saw the picture Ero sent was a photo of Shia and George.

Afterwards he was pensive with his body propped up on a chair. Shia's happy smiling shadow with George always haunts her mind until Ace wants to go crazy.

Dislike or even jealousy when Shia with George is indeed Ace felt. Ace just wants Shia with him, smiling and laughing just in front of him. Ace needs Shia by his side. Shia wouldn't be able to get away from him without him.

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Shia is now driving her car on a drift track. Various techniques he did until finally the white car stopped.

Shia leaned her head against the steering wheel. Closed his eyes and let out a rough sigh. In less than a week she will be engaged to George

“I'm sorry Liam couldn't fulfill your wish” murmured

Shia raised her face when she heard the roar of the car engine. He saw a black sports car about 2 meters in front of his car.

The sports car that Shia expected to be of fantastic value was shining a light on him. Shia's eyes narrowed, even to see it was very glare.

The engine of the car died along with the lights were also extinguished. Shia stared at the car for a while until she finally realized it was the same car as the black car that followed her from the hospital a few days ago.

The car glass was too dark, Shia could not see who was inside. Shia unmoved. He ran his car closer to the car. At least if he felt a sign of danger, Shia could immediately launch her vehicle.

Shia's car was on the side of the man's car, aligning the position of their car. Shia lowered her car glass. He stretched out his hand, knocking on the black car glass.

The driver of the black car lowered his glass. With a dim light from inside the car, Shia stared at the man with the black mask behind the wheel. His gaze collided with the man's gray bead.

“Arshia Clarikson,,” That heavy voice sounded. Shia was stunned, the voice was no stranger to her.

“You know me?” Shia said flatly, her eyes still staring at the figure, trying to look further at who the man was.

“More than know” replied, Shia screeched dislikes. Behind his mask the man's lips smiled faintly.

“Sorry but I don't know you” Shia stared into the eyes of her interlocutor. He's not wrong the man's bead is indeed gray.

“Alfa" said the man briefly.

“Call me Alfa” he added. Shia nodded faintly

“So what's your purpose in following me, Alfa?” Ask Shia. The man smirked when Shia mentioned his name

“If I say it do you want to accept it?” his reply.

"Can I consider" Shia kept silent she waited for the man to answer.

“I want you by my side”

Shia rolled her eyeballs off guard “in your wild dream, pretty boy!"

The masked man nodded his head.

“But in my dream we will do more”

“I don’t care, that’s your dream!”

Shia drives away her car leaving the man to return to her apartment.

The black car shook, the driver opened his mask until he showed a beautiful face. He kept staring at the car that Shia was driving through his Spy.

“What if it wasn't just a dream” The man muttered with the corner of the raised lips made that handsome face look even more charming.