Fake Fiancee

Chapters. 4 Will you be my daughter?

Ten days before Lisa met the man.

Said many people, in this world there are people with faces similar to us who are not blood. It sounds impossible, but it is. We must have seen others who are similar to our friends or relatives.

Mrs Anne who was sitting in the cafe alone without being accompanied by anyone was surprised to see the girl who passed by just now. In a hurry, Lady Anne came out of the cafe. It then follows the girl who wears a white hoodie with an army green strip on her arm.

Mistress Anne noticed the body. From behind the girl looked tough and strong. Her long hair looks beautiful. It may not be treated too much, but it does have a type of hair that is straight and thick from birth.

After a few minutes of following, the girl stopped. Mistress Anne was stunned to see the girl stop her steps. He also stopped his footsteps

After making mistress Anne flinch in shock because she stopped. Now there was no significant movement from the girl. The girl was only silent for a moment where she stood.

Moving head. It seems to try to focus the sense of hearing to listen to the sounds around it. Then turned her body and looked at Madame Anne with a questionable gaze.

"Sorry Madam. You following me?" ask the girl bravely. Both of Mrs Anne's retinas are dilated.

He just silently nodded. Looked at that face in amazement. The look on his face showed joy, longing, and also sadness. Observing closely the face of the young girl who was still staring at him was confused.

"Mrs. I'm asking you, " said the girl trying to talk.

Mistress Anne's hand moved slowly forward. Like wanting to touch the girl's cheeks and gently stroke her hair. The girl blinked her eyes at the response of Anne.

"Are you okay?" ask the girl again. This time with a more serious face. The girl was still there questioning what was wrong with the beautiful mistress in front of her.

Mistress Anne was shocked. He just woke up from his dream. He opened his eyes and shook his head. Pulling his hand back because he realized the girl in front of him did not know him.

"Can you come with me?" the door was full of motherhood. The girl's forehead shriveled. This lady was a stranger she had just met. Giving such a question obviously made the girl's brain wonder at being filled with a lot of suspicion.

"No. I don't know you. So sorry, I don't want to come with you" he replied firmly but remained polite.

"But ..." Anne tried to prevent.

"I'm sorry, I have other needs. Excuse me." The girl wants to leave immediately.

"Will you be my daughter?" madam Anne asked, making the long-haired girl's steps stop. Any stranger you meet in the middle of the street will most likely ask for someone's direction and address. Not a very strange question like that. The girl continued her path, ignoring.

"This is the first time I've met you, Madam. And I'm sure it's also the first time you've met me. Then, by suddenly you said a strange thing just now. Of course, and it definitely makes me feel confused. Actually what do you need with me?" ask the girl still with great flaming courage. Even so, he remained polite because he was spoken to by an older person.

"This is the first time we met. But I know that face very well" pointed the frail mistress Anne towards the girl's face.

"I don't understand." The girl's forehead creased again.

"Your face is the same as my daughter's," she made the girl raise her eyebrows. Slightly stunned by the mistress' speech in front of him. His brain thought, is it true that this face is the same as this lady princess? "Can we talk for a minute?" pinta Madame Anne again.

"I'm sorry I can't. I have to go home now." The madam could no longer hold back the steps of the girl who had already left her. Madam Anne was still staring at the girl's back from behind. I don't want to let the girl go.

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Compared to the other girls, Lisa is stronger. He is quite agile in moving his hands, feet, and body. But he's not a thug or a delinquent. She's just an ordinary girl who likes to play with the delinquents at her school. He is also not a fighter who likes to fight to show he is strong.

After a long walk, Lisa finally arrived home. A small house is old-fashioned, but still sturdy. Maybe if for a house in housing like now, this house is type 36. With the excess of the back ground that is made the kitchen of course. It seems like the building used to be a lot of solid compared to the building now. Fragile and easily cracked.

This is Lisa's family home. Where a mother of about fifty years old and a father of the same age live. There was also his younger brother who was a year right under him.

Mom is currently sitting in the living room. There's another one sitting there. A mother with a gold bracelet around her wrist is more than one. And a big gold necklace dangled around his neck. Menor and tawdry makeup adorned his old face.

"I'm coming" Lisa said as she walked into the house. Mom looked up and smiled. And the menor woman also looked at Lisa. Because at the sight, Lisa nodded her head politely.

"How's it?" ask the menor mother. Lisa listened to the conversation earlier which began to sound vague as she entered the kitchen. Although cryptic, Lisa knew it must be about money. Lisa Hapal was a famous loan shark in her village. Lisa's chest skipped a beat in anxiety.

Do you have a problem with that loan shark?

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