CEO Twins And Girls Choice

Recognition

Screams and roars echoed in a room that Sam deliberately used to execute opponents. The faces of the intruders were already battered, covered in blood from the wounds the executioners had intentionally inflicted.

Brug.

The intruder leader fell down when the kick was re-directed. Sam and the other guards began to grow angry, because none of them dared to open their mouths about who had sent him.

Although Sam actually knew that Arum was standing behind them, but Sam himself just wanted to make sure, if his guess was wrong or right.

"Still not confessing either?" Furious, an executioner with the face of the sangar glared sharply when of the number of captives, no one opened his voice.

"Damn it," the executioner growled. "Just tell me before I tear your mouth apart" he continued, pulling out a dagger from the gap of his belt.

The prisoners gulped rough. Tearing out their mouths, daggers, two words made their bodies goosebumps. Fear began to spread, but they could not be open their mouths and reveal about who had hired their services.

Impatiently, through the eye signal some executioners attacked the prisoners blindly. The blood flowed from the nose and temples of men who were still desperate to cover the identity of the service tenant.

Brug..

One of the captives' bodies collapsed, unconscious after being hit. The leader gasped, their opponent was apparently not worth it. He had thought he would be immediately herded into a cell without playing hands, but his assumption was wrong. Bujan only plays hands but the executioners are even prepared to lose their lives.

"Mrs arum. Yonya Arum is the one who has ruled us." With half stammered finally the leader opened his voice. The pain experienced by the men is also the pain. Maybe giving up and opening it all up, would be better than having to lose a life.

"Who's Arum?" Sam approached, towards the pitiful guy who had just mentioned someone's name.

"Mrs Arum is the wife of Mr. Praja, Miss Isabel's father. So the one who ruled us was Miss Isabel's stepmother." After saying that the man returned to his head. Afraid as well as anxious, if you will get another attack that has even injured the surface of his face.

Sam smiled and shook his head. Inexhaustibly.

"A mother even intends to eliminate her own daughter? Yes even stepchildren, not the status remains the same. Both children who should be protected and not even finished." Sam shuddered in horror, never mind why his young master had to deal with such a terrible family like them. Kill each other only for personal gain.

"Mistress Arum must have had her own reasons for planning something like this."

"In addition to the current case, has Arum also committed other acts that include endangering the life of Isabel or Mr Erich?" Sam returned to the information. Although he himself hesitated if he would get an answer that was satisfactory to him.

The leader of the group of men thought for a moment, trying to remember various events.

"Are your words to be trusted?"

"Surely, sir. I swear, we were just hired. Not more."

Sam stared fixedly at the pair of eyes of the interlocutor, looking for a lie from the spotlight. However, he could not find.

"Okay, I believe you. But I want to ask something of you."

"What is it, sir?" The man even looked frightened. Let's guess what else the man will ask for.

"It's not hard, you'll only be required to speak honestly if the case rolls around on the green table."

The leader and the others looked at each other. If they open up all the information, wouldn't Arum be angry? A reckless Arum will surely riot or even hurt their children and wives. Oh my god, they spontaneously shudder in horror. Various creepy shadows flew in the mind.

They're in unison.

"Why, you guys refuse?"

Silent. They stay quiet.

"Well if you refuse." Sam pulled something out of the jacket. All eyes turned as soon as a gun was in Sam's possession. "I can do even more horribly than that woman has done." Sam pointed a gun right at the head of the leader of the plotters. Started pulling the trigger to make the man in front of him scream out of fear.

"Good! Whatever your request we will follow." What a spontaneous sentence that the man will regret for a lifetime.

"good. I don't want much, you guys just have to talk honestly if this case rolls around on the green table."

Afterward, the men did not even have the strength to just say no.

Sam sounded a long breath. One problem solved. Now it's just a matter of meeting someone named Arum to be held accountable.

Tbc.