Dating Contract

CHAPTER 219: ARS WORKSPACE

- POV Author

"Twenty minutes." Ars stared intently at the most obnoxious woman in front of him, pointing at the clock

Lala swallowed the saliva nodding quickly.

In her room Lala rushed to the bathroom, a round sink, she leaned over the cheek on the table, an object the size of a large button in plastic that was collated behind the sink. He grabs with the tip of the toothbrush because it is quite narrow.

"Richie," Lala grasped the black tool, and hugged it. So last night she spent time with Richie.

Oh either have to be happy or what, but where is the man now. The sign was in the pool last night he didn't see it wrong.

How did that guy get in? he even entered using fingerprints. My girlfriend is cool!

Lala's face flushed in the mirror reflection. Thinking about how stupid he was last night. If it wasn't a dream, he couldn't have been so naughty! what Richie thinks of him! oh what the man will think of her.

Lala, remember the ring!

Lala turned the view to all corners of the smallest places. He sure didn't take that off. Last night there was still a time when the glass in the wine was about to fall, he remembered very well the clink of the ring and the glass.

Bed linen, blankets, pillows even back and forth, "Where oh where four hundred billion! I've never even seen that much money!!"

Lala glanced down the hallway, to the ends of the sofa, nothing. It's me, why did Ars interfere. And why my blemish da.na da.lam is gone, there's no way Richie could have taken it.

Lala's head is dizzy, the back of my hand is on fire - scratched.

...***...

Ars glanced at the clock, when he had changed into a white shirt without buttons and jeans.

"Nick, in an hour, Artyom should be in my office."

"Well sir, are you going with Mr Damir?"

Ars shrugged. "Have you told Algio the girl's childhood story? what response?"

"I'm not sure yet. However, it seemed like a little more, that fellow gave himself up, Sir. Should I catch his other grandson?"

"No, focus on the track. How many days Bella's up, you watch that cunning woman unbeknownst to Artyom, I smell something's wrong with her."

"It should be tonight, sir. I also felt that something was wrong with Miss Bella, especially when her husband kept Artyom, and some of James' remaining men did structured movements, she said, I believe they're under Ms. Bella's control."

Ars glanced at the watch, his legs constantly swaying over his thighs. He shook his hand, "Call Lala, is he sleeping again!??"

"Okay, Sir, excuse me." Nick left the room. And Ars stepped out as his son hugged his thigh.

"Mr ... Damir, miss mama."

Ars' eyes widened, his heart was like being shot out of the island, he knelt and his son immediately clenched.

"Papa, also miss mama, like Damir." A light kiss landed on his forehead. "Come papa bribe. Damir wanted fried chiken yesterday?"

The son continued to hold him, what happened to Damir from yesterday, this child did not want to listen to him.

"Damir want some ice cream?"

"Damir wants mama," he said. "Friends of Damir, home school picked up by mom. Damir doesn't have a mother."

Ars' eyes are heating up. His stomach and heartburn heated up, until the bile like rupture and rose into the throat so bitter, very bitter. Ars wiped the corner of his eye, and again patted Damir on the back, his voice restrained. Oh my wife, look, your son misses you. I don't know what else to say to her.

"Mr Ars..."

From the back of the woman, Ars wiped the corner of his eye and took a deep breath.

"Damir why?" lala asked as she looked at the boy's eyes glazed over.

"Madam doesn't bathe, madam ..." Damir hoarse, raised his hands up to reach madam's face.

"Madam will take a bath first," Ars turned, his eyes glancing at Lala's plain fingers. Where's ring? it seemed that he was going to ask that, but his mood was very reluctant. He passed Lala. "Replace your clothes."

"Madam, madam ... " Damir's two hands stalling at Lala.

"Good!" Lala grabbed the paper bag from the servant's hand. He entered a foreign room. And change clothes by constantly wondering where Ars' office is. How do I get in, do I need to use Damir? or pretend hide-and-seek. Shitty, Richie didn't even tell her. Where is that guy, I'm gonna kick him, bother me while drunk!

After breakfast Lala played with Damir, he glanced at Ars who was not out the door. Where's the guy, what's his study here.

"Nanny, I'm gonna go to the bathroom for a second, wait, yeah."

And Nanny was nodding, Lala sneaking around, this room is easier than Ars' house with too many guards. It's like a level house in a ship, different doors with Lala's room on the second floor there is only a bedroom.

Followed into the hallway, until the man entered the room. Lala stopped as she was about to turn around she heard Daniel's voice, she drowned looking for hiding, sliding the knob of the door she entered into there.

"Haha ... Wait, Bel, just enjoy." Daniel's voice goes with the steps of his shoes.

Daniel glanced to the left of a door that seemed to have just closed. "It's a long time ago, Bel, see you." Danie bit her lip, she put the phone in her pocket.

His left hand held the knob, turning down.

"Mr Artyom, Mr. Ars is waiting."

Daniel turned right at Nick who frowned his Eyebrows.

"What's wrong? " Nick took two steps forward.

Kriyii.... Door at full thrust. Daniel gazed full into the box room, a pile of folding mattresses and some stuff.

"Mr Arthyom?" Nick patted the master on the shoulder, he peeked into the empty room.

"Just blackmail me," Daniel would close the door, but in the push again, a human skin disturbed the scene. "There's nothing." He pulled the door again. His eyes glanced to the left as he stepped away past the two rooms followed by Nick.

In the Ars circles sit doodling wide paper. The tip of his chin was clenched in his left hand, seemingly thinking hard. "Thyoma, you're picking up Bella tonight." Ars without turning his head, marking the blind map on the other paper.

"Ars, why is it taking so long. Shouldn't have shot him on the spot" Daniel said.

*Daniel is a pseudonym that only Lala and friends knew when she disguised herself as a head chef. His real name was Artyom, or another Russian name for Artem, Thyoma. But Ars prefers to call Thyoma informally. But if in front of his men Ars call with the name Artyom.*

"The man is still hiding." Ars with a flat tone. "He's too ingenious, we'll see how far he's going to go." Ars pushed the map, "In this region, Nick, you put it here."

"What if he runs away again?" Artyom sat before Ars, glancing at the map point.

"This time no, as long as you keep moving Vino." Ars biting his finger massaging his forehead.

"What's Ars? the trouble?" Artyom kissed something was wrong with her brother.

Artyom tilted his face barely against the table, to peek at her brother's red eyes.

"Ars?" Artyom. "Don't Say ..."

One pen was thrown right into Artyom's forehead. "Shut up! focus." focus."

"You can't lick your own spit. Ars, I warned you."

Ars chuckles. "Only a fool would give a rare gem four hundred billion."

Artyom laughed loudly. "Why become a jewel. C'mon Ars. It can't be more than a week. Forget the rare rings. You can find another. You can get bigger,"

Artyom winked. "So to the extent of when Algio surrendered. We don't have to exchange it. We'll get all. One pat of two flies, we will avenge the deaths of father and mother! we'll see the death of algio!! Ha ha ha ...

"We'll grab the white tiger and the black lion and Kevin will die!"

Ars looked into the fiery eyes of his younger brother, who smelled like victory.

Bruck

Ars, Artyom and Nick glanced at the door.

Artyom settles back, "so what's our business?" artyom asked Nick by continuing to retreat to the door asking Nick to continue talking.

"So far fine, all willingly selling their kidneys," Nick glanced at Artyom who opened the door and glanced outside the room.