Dating Contract

CHAPTER 143: KEY HOLDER

👤POV Richie️

That night I could not sleep, I was reluctant to sleep, so I continued to drink epresso.

I don't want to go to sleep, because if I get shut down again, it's a weird dream that makes my head hurt.

I moved my ass to the wheelchair, towards the nearest Drawer. I opened one by one the Drawer shelves. It's just books reading fairy tales. "Who keeps the little children's books? it's shabby again."

There was a small brown-covered diary at the end of the drawer, I opened the first sheet, "the writing is so ugly, whose book is this? Poo poo ..."

"Good night, Mr Richie, is there anything Poo Poo can do?" the voice suddenly echoed in the room, making me turn the wheelchair around, observing every corner of the room. "Who is that?"

"I'm Poo Poo, your smart assistant, Mr. Richie."

"Are you a robot?"

"I am more than anything."

"Can you tell me who I am?"

Suddenly came the hologram video, the robot or what it was called telling me all my history from childhood, along with the pictures of the little boy and all my family who have been killed since I was a baby.

From midnight to early morning the robot kept showing me who I was, who my subordinates were, who I was closest to, until I saw the video of myself getting hurt.

"Where's Kevin?" I asked who was already filled with anger, why did the man intend to lose my life if he was the closest person to me.

"Kevin's in the basement, sir," replied Poo Poo.

GECK!GECK!GECK!

Mr. Pram came in, and the video of the hologram disappeared.

"Sir Pram? where's that woman?" I said to the butler who was about to fill the bathtube. The old man walked over, "Mistress Saint, is busy cooking for you, Sir."

"Curtain! did he not poison me? you saw her husband just kill me. Get that woman out of this place!"

"Sir, you once said. Angry as you are, I should still keep the Saint mistress here. No matter if you're in pain or memory loss, you've prepared everything."

"I've said that before?" I asked, I saw Mr. Pram who nodded. "Impossible. Hurry, after the shower I'll see you, Kevin."

An hour later, Mr. Pram took me to the dinner table. There was a dish in front.

"Who were you so sassy in my house? are you throwing away this much cooking?"

"Master," said Mr. Pram.

"Shut up!" I jolt at Mr. Pram. And I turned to that woman. "Say what do you want?"

The woman walked and stood a distance of one meter.

"Richie, release Kevin."

"Who do you think you are? do you think I will release the person who clearly intends to kill me?!"

"But it must have been unintentional."

"Not intentionally said? For two weeks I was unconscious. Do you think my life is maianan? even you saw my twenty minute death, you waited for me there and why are you crying over me? I asked why!"

I saw the woman's knees trembling, Is she really my little friend? I still don't believe the robot's words, even though said the robot, I put all the important data.

"Kevin's your best friend Richie."

My hands clenched tightly when I heard her cries, why was my heart slashed to hear that.

"Please Mr. Richie, release him ..."

"It's cool you called, it was 'Richie' now 'Mr Richie', crazy lady! why don't you go to jail with your husband.

"Do it when that's what you want! just let her go" Lala said with choked words.

"Pak Pram put her next to her husband!" I clutched the tiny hand to escape the grip of my wheelchair.

"Good sir." Mr. Pram gave the code and the bodyguards took care of Lala.

"Richie!!!! Richie realize!!! I hate you! where's Richie the cake maker!!"

DEG

My body gasped at hearing that, I don't know what, my heart was so throbbing. Maybe I don't accept being despised as a cake maker. Can I make a cake?

"Sir, I'm taking you to the study." Mr. Pram pushed my chair.

"How long have you been with me?"

"Sir, I've actually been with your parents since I was young. But since the death of your parents, I've worked elsewhere. Incidentally at the age of 20 years, You start to plunge forward the legacy of Your Father. Since then I applied to enter this headquarters again and you immediately put me as a butler," said Mr. Pram, his voice sounded warm.

He took me to a room, and I was asked to verify my fingerprints, corneas. "It won't open."

I turned to the butler who was quite far away from me.

"Master, last key, you should remember your favorite game with Madame Saint when Madam Saint was 4 years old."

"What's!? why must that woman again. Call him here, let me ask him."

Mr. Pram was silent, for a moment and thought. "That's the problem, sir. Said Master, Madam Saint does not remember the memories before SD."

"what kind of joke is this, Mr Pram? Just reset the system."

"No way, it'll blow up from the inside when we reset it."

"What's inside until it explodes, is that important?"

"Yes, who knows you sir."

"How can we open it? time nobody knows? you or Damar? "

Mr. Damar pushed me away from that secret room."No one knows between us sir, you take so much care of him.

"So, the only way, you should make Madam Saint remember back, Master. Or you'll lose all your most important data."

"****!"

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