Culun's Son-in-law's Secret
Secrets of Culun's Son-in-law Chapter 31
Secrets of Culun's Son-in-law Chapter 31
Brenda lowered her head to Citra's words just now, because her acting this time did not work out. Then he thought hard how to get what he wanted. Because, he did not want to come to Citra's office empty-handed.
Brenda looked up at Citra sharply, then she laughed out loud.
"If I don't get my wish by pretending to be good, how about by being violent," Brenda said staring cynically at Citra.
The image of an annoyed grunt, apparently her stepmother had not changed at all, was still the same as it used to be, selfish.
"Please, if you can, and I warn you, if you want to get property, then work hard, do not take what is not your right."
Brenda laughed out loud when she heard the image speech just now.
"The taste of your instincts is pretty strong, and I haven't said my purpose in coming here at all, but you can already read my mind," brenda said then she asked Citra to give half of Citra's current assets to her.
Because, Brenda believes that the property owned by Citra which amounted to billions still have rights.
The image was quite furious at Brenda's words, then she pulled the hand of her stepmother into the room.
While Robin only follows from behind, for fear of Brenda doing something unwanted against Citra.
"Depart," said Brenda not less furious with Citra, then he threw Citra's hand violently.
A moment later he sat down on the soft sofa in the room, then stared at the entire room.
"I was foolish to not realize that the old grandmother still had abundant wealth, surely she had only pretended to be broke so that I did not ask for a penny inheritance," inner Brenda while observing the entire room so luxurious image.
Then it flashed in his mind, if he managed to get half the property of the Pratama family, he would make Syasi the leader in the company.
Imagining it all, a sweet smile came back on Brenda's lips.
As for Citra, she walked up to her great chair and took the important file from inside the drawer, then put the file in front of Brenda.
"Read carefully the file, Ma'am, it is written clearly that the wealth I have now has nothing to do with the wealth of the late grandfather and father. Because, I built this company starting from zero," Citra explained.
Brenda laughed out loud, when she heard Citra's words just now. Because she knew very well the nature of Citra when she used to be her stepmother.
"Where could you possibly build a company of this magnitude without any interference from your father and grandfather, surely the bankruptcy of your late father's company was only contrived so that me and Syasi did not get a penny inheritance," brenda looked towards Citra with Sinis.
The image smiled wryly, as her stepmother was underestimating her abilities. Then he walked around the sofa and stopped right next to Brenda.
"Indeed what you know from me, when you were with your late father, you were just busy squandering money, until you finally couldn't afford your socialite style and he went bankrupt, and the smell again after you know dad broke, you left him with another man," explained Citra at length.
Brenda suddenly kicked down the table.
"Close your mouth," his cry echoed, not accepting with Citra's words just now. What the image says is true.
Instead of being afraid, Citra even smiled mockingly. And it was able to make Brenda's guts shrink a little.
"You don't be here, this is my room, and if I wanted to, I could have dragged you out of this place by force, but I won't because I still respect you as someone older than me" Citra said.
Brenda was quite jolted to hear Citra's speech just now, He did not expect that the image he used to know was obedient and timid now has changed a little bar-bar.
"No way," he later said. When reading the sentence by sentence contained in the file.
Then he looked towards Citra, and accused her stepson of changing the contents of the file.
"I'm not a cunning person like you, who justifies all means to get treasures" Citra said.
Brenda grew angry, her blood boiling instantly, when Citra called herself a cunning woman.
Plaque…
Suddenly Brenda's five fingers landed perfectly on Citra's smooth cheeks. And it was able to make Citra furious with what her stepmother did to her.
"Based on the accursed woman" Citra said then she dragged her stepmother out of her room.
Brenda needed rough by Citra, then she was about to grab Citra's hair.
But his actions were immediately dispelled by Robin, who had been silent since then to observe what happened.
"Mrs Brenda, you should not be rude to Citra, because there has been enough suffering she has been through all this time because of the actions of humans who do not have hearts like you," robin said then he grabbed Brenda's hand and dragged her out of the Citra room.
"Go from here, and never set foot in this office again" Robin said, closing the door to Citra's room.
Brakes…
Brenda was quite jolted at the sound of the door being slammed by Robin, and it was also able to make all the eyes of employees and employees look at her.
Including the receptionist who happened to pass in front of Brenda.
Then he looked at Brenda with a humbling face.
"Say the mother owns this company, but why was it dragged out by force by her own son, huh…! basic ngaku-ngaku," said the receptionist whom Brenda met while at the entrance earlier.
Hearing the receptionist's remarks, Brenda wanted to strangle him right now, but she paused for not wanting to make herself end up in the bars.
And his biggest ambition now is to take this company out of Citra's hands at all costs.
Thus he can avenge the Pratama family.
"Just wait for my vengeance," his inner self then.
Then he walked out of the office in anger.
Brakes….
Brenda slammed the car door, and threw it away in a state of anger and disappointment.
He did not expect, if Citra was able to be rude to him, even his stepson to drag himself out of the company by force.
While Citra and Robin were in the room, now they both felt unsettled. Both of them were equally agitated, thinking about how to get Brenda not to come to Citra's office again.
