CEO Twins And Girls Choice

Start to Plan

Isabel was unable to sleep well. After finding out that her late mother still left some possessions for her, the girl turned her brain around, strategizing to first get a decent place to live before leaving this house.

Isabel realized, if it would not be that easy to get out of the trap of her mother and stepbrother. Isabel is like a patient who lives bound and controlled by them.

The only person who sided with him in this house was only Ratih. Neither the servant nor the bodyguard that Arum paid, were in the stronghold of the middle-aged woman.

Isabel smiled bitterly. It may be true that money can buy everything, including a person's self-esteem. The people who used to take sides are now betraying. The treasure that Arum has now captured, was deliberately used by the woman for weapons to seek support.

Honey, some of Praja's best people aren't mentally strong. Just thinking of the department, they turned around. There is no more support or sympathy for a Praja who is now only able to lie on the bed.

Arum succeeded in replacing Praja in the company. Isabel herself is not sure if the mother has the ability to control the property business developed by her father a dozen years ago. But again, money seems to be a source of problem solving.

"Ck, even Steven's right-handed father is now your shield. You're really great, my stepmother," murmured Isabel in the midst of despair.

Who else would the girl ask for help?

Dizziness. Isabel ruffled her hair, frustrated. Before the morning crawled up, the girl decided to quickly get out of the room and finish all the homework that had been bestowed on her.

In this residence there are indeed several female servants who are in charge of cleaning the house. But they are only devoted to cleaning the ground floor. While the second floor, Arum gave that special task to Isabel.

Isabel just resigned. Moreover, he did everything just to get an allowance in return.

Since Laura's death, Arumah has been in charge of controlling all the finances in the house, including Isabel's allowance.

"Face everything with Isabel's smile. Didn't you do it a lot." It might sound like an encouraging phrase. But the girl actually shed tears when the washcloth was in her grip. Every time he cleaned the corner of the house, he always remembered the late mother who seemed to still appear everywhere.

The mother died slowly as a result of the heartache she continued to endure. The crazy body was slowly taking care of, even staying bone when death. The betrayal of the husband is like a big blow, which can destroy the life even his feelings. The mother left, leaving with a wound without an antidote.

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"Miss, let's follow aunt." Half-whispered Ratih gestured to Isabel through hand gestures. Isabel who was still panting after a while of completing the work was made confused.

"What's wrong?" Isabel replied half in a whisper.

"Auntie's gone to the room. We have to start strategizing before it's too late."

Isabel nodded. The girl allowed Ratih to enter the room first so as not to invite suspicion.the servants who had been used as spies by Arum.

Luckily, Ratih's room was in the end and back of the room. It would be rare for people to cross so that the two women of different generations can speak quite freely.

Train to lock the meeting room door after first checking out the room. Safe, thought. Isabel, who was still standing not far from the door, was guided to sit on her narrow bed.

"Would you make sure everything's safe?" To be honest Isabel did not have that much courage to get out of the house without a tempest.

Ratih shook his head faintly. The middle-aged also put on an anxious look.

"Eitherway. But this is the only way for the great lady and master to leave this house."

"But it is impossible to move without the help of others. While Arum's mother so tightened guard and limit us to interact with the outside world. Aunt would know if there was no way anyone else would help us, especially with my father's current condition, it would be difficult." Resolve, maybe that's the only option. Remaining locked up in the palace feels like hell, within an unknown time limit.

"Since when did the lady turn into a pessimistic figure, we haven't even started yet but the lady has given up."

The girl bowed. Right what Ratih said. His spirit that once flared, now seemed to dim even barely extinguished. Perhaps the tiredness of life makes the girl unsure if she can get out of the house safely.

"Come, bi. I'm resigned. Maybe we still can't fight Arum's mother like before."

"Miss, realize, we must rise. At least this is for the great master's recovery. What can you imagine if we get out of here, then we can bring the big master for treatment at any hospital with the money that you have."

Also true. Isabel's mind is starting to open now. If he manages to get out of this house, he will go all the way to a place that Arum and his henchmen have not sniffed. But how to.

"But how?"

The two looked at each other, thinking about what plan they would run.

"Em, a minute." Isabel thinks deeply. Like there were some ideas popping up.

"What miss?"

"Em, to ask for the help of the bodyguards, it seems impossible. They must have punished us before we even reached the gate."

Train massage temples. His mind is completely dead-end.

Let's think about Isabel. Use your time as best you can.

Just sec. Don't they need help from people who take sides. Then who? Arum even brainwashed the people closest to the king to turn to his side. And now stay...

Misunderstanding leads Praja and Laura's entire family into an argument. Until at its peak Praja cut off any relationship with Isabel who was not allowed to meet the brothers and sisters of her late mother.

And until a few years later will they still remember Isabel? What if they refuse to help?.

"Miss sure?"

"It doesn't hurt to try."

Ratih. The middle-aged man rose from the lip of the bed to the wardrobe. Isabel looked at the back of the moving Ratih. The middle-aged was like looking for something in the folds of his clothes.

"Thank God, I thought it was gone." Practice turning around with a notebook on the prop.

"Auntie, what is it?" Isabel was curious. Trainy to sit in her place again. Start opening the book and showing it to Isabel.

"This is the logbook of the Madam and Mister's family's phone numbers. My aunt did not keep it on her phone. Afraid of getting caught by Ms. Arum, then it's safer for aunt to write it here."

A faint smile mixed with the day radiated on Isabel's face. He did not think that Ratih would think so far.

"Who are we going to call?"

Training is like cuddling. Read carefully the name line and also the contact number of the laura family.

"What if Mr Leon?"

"Uncle leon?"

Ratih nodded, though not one hundred percent sure. While Isabel herself has almost forgotten what the sister of her mother was like.

"We try."

Isabel quickly reached into her cell phone which was stored in her clothing pocket. Pressing a few digits of the number then contacted him with an incredible feeling of thumping.

A few seconds later it is still inaudible if the call is connected and disconnected suddenly. So is the next.

"Maybe his contact number can't be reached." Isabel was disappointed, of course, because the girl had placed great hopes on her mother's youngest sister.

"So, lady, what if we call Mr Thomas?"

Thomas's? The girl tried to remember.

"Uncle thomas? Didn't he live abroad?"

"Totally so."

Both of them breathe. If the plan they are trying to formulate will certainly never be realized, even at any time.

"Miss, it doesn't hurt to try." Again, Ratih continues to encourage.

"All right." The girl's fingers were even weakened and powerless. It was as if he had no hope anymore.

He pushed back a few digits on the phone. Pressing the call button while making a prayer.

Tutt

Tutt

Tutt

(Connected call yes guys, not fart sound 😅)

Connected, but no answer. Isabel didn't break the charcoal, she tried again and again until the 5th call.

"Okay, this is a last resort. After this, I give up."

Tutt

Tutt

"Yes, hello. Who's there with."

Isabel jerks. Surprise and pleasure mix into one. So did Ratih. At least they still have hope.