CEO of Maksa Marah

Chapter 45. Searching for evidence

Ervan had already arrived at the restaurant that Tirta meant. He was looking for the man and from a distance he had found him and was not alone.

"You guys, it's like a couple. Wherever always both." Ervan pulls a chair in front of Alan and Tirta.

"Who said we were just the two of us. Look around you, here we have a lot of teams."

"Where's the guy?"

"It's nine o'clock."

Ervan stared at his watch first, ascertaining the direction of the clock.

"Hahaha .. You can't be a detective, if the clock doesn't know."

"You pretentious detectives, just convoluted."

"Husss, quiet. It's Clarissa! Hey, Ervan cover your face, you're recognizable."

"Ah, okay." Take a hat and mask, then use it.

Tirta directed his men, through earphones. They split up, pretending to be customers and waiters of the restaurant.

"Everyone, move. The package has arrived" Tirta explained.

Alan drank the juice through a straw, watching around.

About 20 minutes, they're lurking. Until Clarissa left the place with the man.

"We're following him?"

"No need, let them do it."

Ervan reopened her hat and mask.

"What about Sarah? Is he back?" Tirta offered a glass of juice that had just been delivered.

"Of course, but he's angry right now. Clarissa found out that she had met him and showed him evidence that I slept with him."

"There's video??" Tirta enthusiastic. "Can I see it?"

Plaque.

Alan has landed a blow over the head.

"Your face and your way of speaking, is disturbing. Are you so curious?"

"I just want to make sure it's original or an edit."

"Curtain! Reason."

Tirta checked the message, which had just entered in her phone. He skimmed, then drank his juice to the toilet.

"We're leaving!"

"Now??"

"Hm." Tirta gave Ervan her phone. Then, walk away.

Alan was already sitting behind the wheel, Tirta was sitting next to him and Ervan was of course in the back seat. He, as the leader of both of them, earned a seat of honor.

"Are they still there?"

"Yes, they're still waiting for orders."

Alan's adding speed, when traffic is quiet. One hour they arrived, at a border town. There are no towering buildings in this place, there are only rows of shophouses that seem to have been very long. Some of them are closed, leaving only the nameplate of the store.

All three got out of the car, there were two men waiting for their arrival.

"What place, this?" Ervan circulated the view.

"The shop is an electronic service. The bald man showed me this place."

"You caught him?"

"Yes, Sir. We've secured him. After that, he and the woman separated in front of the restaurant. The bald man said he brought a video tape to this place to edit.

Ervan looked at the white-painted shop. He did not want to step up, still continue to think of a more effective way and did not waste much time.

"How, Master?"

"Come, come in."

Ervan walked in front, behind him was Tirta, Alan and two of his men.

Inside looked deserted, there were no customers. Some electronics appear to be on the table. There are also on the floor, such as the refrigerator and washing machine.

A young looking man, busy tinkering with a tv, sailed flat on a table. He was unaware, the arrival of Ervan and the others.

"Excuse me."

"What's wrong? Gentlemen, do you want electronic service?"

Tirta took a step forward, showing a video coming from Ervan's phone.

The young man froze, instantly his face pias. The screwdriver in his hand, fell lying on the floor.

"Who are you?"

"You did it?" Tirta had already changed her face suit, cold and intimidating.

"I don't understand what it means, you," he said, walking backwards, but his steps hit the equipment strewn beneath his feet.

Ervan was puffed up, instantly revealing a check in her hand.

"I don't want to waste time. How much did he pay you? I'll double it, as long as you follow my orders."

Quickly, the young man stepped forward, despite still keeping his distance.

"Good, Sir. I did it, he paid me 30 million. I still have the original video."

"200 million and come with me?"

"Yes, yes, I would, sir."

Ervan walked away, while his men took the service man.

"Where are we going, Van?"

Alan returned to drive the car, occasionally glancing at the vehicles that followed them.

"Home" he answered briefly and clearly. "Tirta, call Clarissa's parents, tell them I'll take responsibility. Tell them to take the woman with them."

"All right."

"One more time, have your men bring the man to my house. We'll meet them there."

Tirta nodded from the front seat, reaching for her phone to immediately execute the command. Besides, Alan is still in the same position, as a driver. They went back on the same journey and a further distance, having to head directly at Ervan's residence.

Meanwhile, at the residence Clarissa fierce debate again occurred.

Clarissa's father, who received a call from her secretary, enthusiastically broke the happy news to her daughter. Mother who heard that, again clucked in annoyance.

"Ma, Ervan wants responsibility, that's a good thing for our daughter."

"Papa's gone mad! How is it possible, to let our son be a second wife. He could be out in that house."

"Mama. We don't know how Ervan decided this. We'd better go there to listen to it."

"No, I don't want to meet that fox demon."

Mom still persists with her argument. How could he ever set foot there again? The woman who had scratched her face, like a wild cat.

"Mama, Risa please, Ma!" Clarissa made it clear, she even kowtowed at her mother's feet. "Risa loves, brother Ervan. If Risa's pregnant, Aunt Sandra will accept me!"

"Yes, Ma. Instead, we go there and listen to it directly to Ervan's intentions." Dad chimed.

Mama gave a rough sigh, her face yet to smile. But, already nodding his head as a sign of agreement.

"Thank you, Ma."

They were also preparing to head to Ervan's residence. Clarissa uses her best clothes and polishes her fairly thin makeup. As a weapon to attract the attention of Ervan and her future mother-in-law. He will show a soft and innocent female figure.

Unlike, with the mother who dressed like a high-class woman. He curled his hair with a brace. This time, his hair will not be pulled back. He put a ring with a large diamond size.

"Well! This time I'll knock your teeth out, if you fuck."

Fira widened her purse, staring at the ring.

When he finished, he left the room with a very high confidence.

"Are you ready, baby?" Fira looked at her husband who was only wearing a short-sleeved shirt and knee-length pants. At the end of the foot, there was a flip flops as the middle-aged man's footwear.

"Father!" his yell. "Why go to the market? Why dress like this?"

"Ma, we're not going to a party or a formal meeting. We're only there for five minutes at most to get home."

Clarissa's father had already walked out into the courtyard, leaving her still staring.

Clarissa came down, holding her mother's hand.

"You too, why dress like this? Is it winter now? Is there snow outside?"

"What the hell, Ma. Don't protest!!"

Clarissa let go of his hand, she walked out after her father. Meanwhile, his mother just stared with a feeling of annoyance.