Dating Contract

CHAPTER 227: OPTIONS

A thinnest tv may measure three meters by two meters, playing a video of his father. The people lined up it was more like a ceremonial row. Lala gaped, because her father looked violently kicking so hard at someone, they were all in mistresses, was that army training, Is that really dad?

Two of Kevin's hands touched Lala's shoulders from the back, "It looks like you already know everything, know where, what from Ars? what do you know? answer me then I'll be honest with you."

Kevin grabs another chair and pulls it next to Lala, moving the mouse over Ars, Daniel and some of Ars's activities with some people including organ surgery. Kevin glanced at Lala who was nauseous about to vomit and Kevin immediately ran away with the trash can and opened it, right the woman vomited, and Kevin massaged the nape stroking Lala's back.

"That's disgusting Kevin, I'm going to the bathroom." Lala shuddered at the look of a human organ full of blood, her head dizzy.

Kevin pointed at the bathroom, after a few minutes the woman returned from the bathroom with red eyes.

"You okay? do we just need to get out?" Kevin massaged his own sore neck, from yesterday even he had not had time to sleep.

"I'll tell you all about Ars, when ... " Lala begins to tell Ars' private room about the diagrams of the Blue shark, Veeper, Bee, and Black Lion - a white tiger. Kevin laughed but the man was excited to hear it.

"So, are you wondering about Alen's relationship with all the clans?" Kevin's gonna open up all the connections that woman already knows.

Lala nodded slowly. Kevin can smell the anxiety and fear Lala is trying to hide.

All of Alen's biographies from childhood are open Kevin. Lala gasped because the man knew far more about her father than she did herself. Even Kevin has video footage of his apartment fire in Moscow.

Who's Kevin, when I was married to a monster.

"So all of Ars' words are true?" Lala hid her forehead between the palms.

"Not everyone. There's something weird here." Kevin pointed to the screen display of a tall building.

"Lala, this is a security office, a big company. Alen worked here at the age of 27, in the control section of a missile or some sort of missile launch. A year later the company demolished Ars' house. And every launch should be Alen who is in control for this button, of course, on the basis of orders of superiors.

"I don't think Alen is that easy to betray his former master, especially if he obediently launches a missile into Ars' house, it doesn't make sense."

Kevin stroked his chin between his forefinger and thumb, "Alen was an orphan, maybe until now did not know who his parents were, he grew up in a parlour."

Staring at the trembling Lala, "at the age of thirteen, she was from the parlour and met an older person. Unfortunately, the man is a drug dealer and Alen ends up being tempted to join the man, until he moves country and eventually he himself gets caught up in the drugs.

"Alen being a street thug. Living a lonely life, all he faces is gang violence" Kevin stops the line when Lala just holds the chair.

"Continue..." Lala swallowed a lump of pain in the throat, several times listening still could not accept the reality. Although aware, that he himself is equally sinful, very far from the word good.

Lala did not expect, her father who always put on a fine face, turned out to save a lot of dark sides. If he was in that position, it probably wouldn't be as strong as father, let alone living without knowing who the two parents were.

"One day at the age of fifteen, a group of the strongest gang members attacked Alen to the brink, then brought Alen to their boss, it's Ars' papa."

"Sergey's name, Alen was the target of Sergey's anger in the first place. Years change, Alen becomes Sergey's favorite son."

"How do you think? not funny? the favorite child becomes the enemy, for Alen's class isn't that absurd, Lala?" Kevin shrugged his shoulders, he himself was still finding out.

"Hey, are you okay?" Kevin looked at Lala who was breathing heavily, "crying is not an embarrassment right ..." Kevin glanced over and examined the woman who was just shaking her head like she was hiding something.

"Since Sergey's death, Alen left the country and returned to Indo. Pedro then enters Alen into the Bee clan, which his grandfather Johan leads." Kevin grinned as Lala widened her eyes for some reason.

So, Uncle Pedro took my father to Bee! proper, uncle and father close. (Lale)

Examining the sky blue netra, Kevin clamped a strand of Lala's hair on his left cheek and carried it behind his ear. Kevin accidentally touched a cheek that was as smooth as velvet, the cheek that he had always touched.

Lala pulled her head away, her heart somehow becoming pounding.

Staring at Lala for a moment, Kevin then switched to typing something on the computer.

Lala was pensive with the look of the father as a young, father who used to hang almost as long as Ars' hair. And grandfather Lewis was also very charismatic as a young man with sturdy shoulders and a creepy aura.

"At the age of 28, Alen entered the Bee. At that time the company was in chaos. And what I remember a little bit between Lewis, Alen, Pedro and one other guy building the Bee" Kevin turned the chair back to face the curious looking Lala.

"What's dad doing there?" lala's neck tilted to the right for a bit because it was sore.

"You asked Johan yourself."

"Do you know Johan?" Lala's heart pounded, not believing.

"Ask yourself .. It's not my duty to tell you," scratched the ruffled hair left Lala until it hit the tiny ears.

It felt, it had been a long time not chatting much with the woman, this was a little comforting.

I miss you, I still consider you ... still my wife.

Lala put away Kevin's hand, "And then Black Lion and the white tiger?"

It was like lightning was hitting Kevin. If Ivy finds out, it's still only natural that the boy is an expert hacker, yes Ivy's intelligence almost surpasses her.

However, for women who are often careless, submissive, calm ... Kevin doesn't want Lala to know. What would her response be if Lala knew black Lion was a hit man company.

"Kevin?"

Glancing at the clock on the computer screen, Kevin massaged his already sore neck. "Two o'clock in the morning, Lala, get some sleep." Suddenly his eyes were distracted by the indicator light flashing green, at the helipad runway area.

"No, Kevin. I wonder what that diagram under your name is and what Mr. Parker's real job is."

Kevin did not turn his head, but pressed the small remote and the biggest TV featuring the white tiger clan, but his eyes glanced back.

"Lala, look at the cctv, soon Johan lands, the runway lights are on. Let's get out."

Lala blocked Kevin's hand, she grimaced with Kevin who would not answer. And Kevin laughed, whatever he laughed at, the man approached his face to a distance of one inch.

"Lala, you have two options. One: What if we were on our honeymoon? or Two: did you massage my sore neck? and I'll tell you that afterwards."