Crazy Rich Looking for Love

Chapter 18: Prospective sister-in-law

Ditya's luxury penthouse looks deserted. Only a housekeeper who looks paced back and forth ensures the state of the house is neatly perfect.

Matt, who has been accompanying Frolline, chose to get a fresh breeze in the pool area after making sure the mission went smoothly. While sipping a glass of wine, owned by his employer, Matt sat by the pool waiting for the arrival of guests who had been given bait live into the trap.

Ditya soon appeared out of the room with his hair still dripping wet his bathrobe. Stop for a while, pour a glass of wine into the crystal glass in the minibar and join Matt waiting for him by the poolside.

“Already Boss?” matt asked, sipping wine with the tip of his lips.

“You soak how long?” tanya smiled nosily.

“Hahahaha!” matt's laughter broke out seeing Ditya's unusual look as he was about to greet a special guest.

Their conversation did not last long. The phone in Matt's hand was screaming to be touched. A sly grin appeared on his face, upon seeing his prey that asked to be picked up into the trap.

Ditya smiled, allowing his assistant to continue the mission. He rushed to his room. There will be drama that drains the brain and energy. He really hopes everything will fit the scenario Matt designed.

The smiling man could see Frolline who was fast asleep. Peaceful and innocent face, in contrast to the girls around him. The powder is almost like putty, not including lipstick, blush and eye shadow.

Moreover, the beauty of the average body if it does not pass the syringe, yes the scalpel. For Ditya who is usually surrounded by models until his fake beauty or beautiful artists with fake characters, when presented by plain girls from ordinary circles like something expensive.

The rumbling sound on the door of his room made the sneaky grin on his lips imprinted clearly. Still in a bathrobe that deliberately showed off his field chest, the man walked out of the room with complete confidence.

“What is this?” tanya Ditya pretended to be astonished, being friendly to a guest who turned out to be none other than his niece.

A fist landed on Ditya's jaw. The crushing blow that made the man stagger back in response to Ditya's question, his own Om.

“Master!” screech Matt, run forward trying to protect Ditya. His job is to take care of his employer, when he sees Ditya who was hit is the same form of negligence.

“No! Leave it!” pinta Ditya, asking Matt to stop in place and not interfere with his affairs with the nephew.

“Where is Fro?” firstan asked, displaying a face full of anger, ready to pounce on everyone in front of him. Di was just about to throw a punch back, but Ditya's blaring laughter astonished him.

“He's in the room,” said Ditya pointing to the room where he just came out.

“Bigger! What are you doing, Brengs”ek!” Firstan blocked the bathrobe collar before finally throwing it away violently.

The deadly gaze that had only seemed ordinary, was now like wanting to kill and swallow his opponent alive. After noticing Ditya's strange look, wet hair and wearing a bathrobe in broad daylight, the man had already guessed what happened inside the room.

“You are really brash! I just don't want to touch it. You suddenly came snatching it from me.” Speak with anger. Grabbing roughly the doorknob of the room door and opening it as fast as lightning.

Deg—

The scene that made his world collapse. A sight that broke his heart. Over five years they've been in a relationship, going through a lot together. Loving grief, crying laughter are all memories that cannot be forgotten just like that just because she was forced to marry Angella.

“We do it like it like.” Ditya surprised Firstan. His nephew was pecking, staring at Frolline who was sleeping without clothes. Just wrapped around a thick blanket.

The pain was not there, when he saw the scattered Frolline clothes. Interjected with clothes that Firstan believed to belong to Ditya.

Just now Firstan was about to approach Frolline, waking up her sleeping lover. But his hand was blocked by Ditya.

“Out! She's mine, don't ever come near her again!” ditya's orders. No anger is just a firmness and clarity.

“From now on don't get in touch with Frolline again,” continued Ditya, forcefully pulling Firstan and throwing the man out of his room.

“Bre”ngsek! Real men will not take forcibly women belonging to others!” firstan.

“Hahaha! A real man will not marry his brother and have an affair with his sister. I'm just saving you from a sinful relationship. You got her brother and I got her sister. Isn't it fair, sister-in-law candidate!” ditya said, chuckling.

“Ah, this world is so unfair, Matt. I'm his Om, why now become the youngest son-in-law of the Gunawan family,” said Ditya again smiling triumphantly.

“You must have forced him! I know how Frolline,” said Firstan. He was already about to award a punch back, but this time Matt was sprightly enough to stop him.

“Master, can be discussed carefully,” said Matt trying to calm Firstan. He was forced to block his burly hand, which would put a blow on his employer's face again.

“Frolline sincerely with me. The proof is that he volunteered to come to my residence, slept in my room without coercion,” said Ditya to heat up his nephew.

The anger that has not been completely extinguished is burning again. Trouble with all my strength out of Matt's check.

“Let go of me, Brengs”ek!!” Once again Firstan cursed.

“Already, I don't want to extend his business. I assume your relationship is over here. Do not approach Frolline again,” firmly Ditya.

Those blushing eyes that were staring cynically showed his dissatisfaction.

“It's not that easy. Gunawan will not approve, Frolline married a depraved man like you,” threatened Firstan. The man was about to pull out his cell phone, intending to report to his in-laws.

“Hahaha .. just report it. Doesn't that even help me. All your reports will speed up

marriage process. Just like you did with Angella. I only use the same strategy as you,” said Ditya.

“Bring him out, Matt. I do not want my handsome nephew to interfere with my pleasure,” continued Ditya, back into the room.

There was still a faint sound of Firstan's anger. The man was still screaming indistinctly until Matt finally evacuated his way into the elevator.

***

Ditya was well dressed, waiting for Frolline to wake up from her sleep. The girl had been dressed again with the help of her domestic assistant.

“How's my nephew, Matt?” ask Ditya when she comes out of her room.

“Already back to its habitat,” said Matt, smiling.

“How can you lure him to come here? You didn't send him a photo of Frolline, did you? I don't want to leave any evidence, Frolline will hate me even more,” Ditya said with a sad face.

“No Boss. I'm just saying that Boss brought Miss Frolline home to the penthouse,” Matt said.

Ditya dropped his body onto the sofa, as Matt began to ask a lot of questions. The man was very curious about what was going on in the room. Like a hungry wolf. At the age of 35, she did not even have a boyfriend.

“Bos, not all sampled?” ask Matt teasingly.

“No, if you only want to taste, many are waiting in line. I have no shortage of women in my life. Why should you ruin a good girl,” said Ditya.

“Frolline is not necessarily my soul mate, Matt. I can't possibly unseal that isn't necessarily mine,” said Ditya leaning on his lazy sofa.

“I just don't want to get the rest of the other guys, so I also can't give my side to others,” said Ditya slowly.

Matt smiled. Two years of escorting Ditya, he knew that his employer was not as terrible as the media reported.

“The law of karma applies Matt. If you damage someone else's property, it could be yours also damaged by others.”

“If you want to get a good girl, you also have to make sure that you are also a good guy. We can choose, but others can choose. Not just us,” continued Ditya.

“What Boss loves him?” ask Matt, curious.

“I don't know, Matt. I just knew him. Need further introduction to make sure, but I am interested in him,” said Ditya.

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