Falling For The Real Sultan's

Sweet Morning's

BRAAAKK!!!!

The door to Clooney Morales workspace was uprooted followed by a black Offroad car with only half of it in the doorway. Large doors with sophisticated security that can not be toppled with just a body shake certainly requires strong pressure to subvert it. From the windshield, two people grinned and then came out of the car.

"I didn't think it turned out this easy. I guess the headquarters of the giant clan will be very difficult for us to break through"

Brace chuckled casually with his hand holding Mouser up over the shoulder with a bent elbow

"I thought tonight's party would please Matt. Unfortunately, my adrenaline hasn't been spurred so far"

Matt grinned cynically as his two sharp neutrals captured the shadow of Clooney standing with his legs crossed and hands crossed. His ass is resting on the edge of the table.

"No escort. Without weapons. I'm a little suspicious brother"

Brace probing. He squinted his eyes at Clooney who was smiling satisfied.

"What do you guys want? You knew? That door costs a lot more than the car you're riding in. So I hope you compensate for all the damage you've created in my mansion"

This time Matt who was bare with his feet stepped slowly closer to Clooney. But his laughter was blaring and it sounded terrifying. Both of his eyes drew sharply at Clooney.

"It's enough to talk about Morales" Matt said with a sharp look.

Clooney grinned still in the same position even though the two Mousers were pointing at him.

"Sign this and we'll set you free"

Matt puts a paper stamped on Clooney's desk with his hands not holding Mouser. Camu Clooney's laughter made Matt frown.

"Kill me. Which you should know. You'll never get what you want from me"

Clooney continued his laughter. He was satisfied that he had managed to escape his son with Danzel after learning that his mansion had been controlled by the Albiol clan.

"I never messed with Morales. It will be easy for all of us. I got what I wanted and you can get out of here safely"

Clooney shrugged both of his shoulders

"Just shoot me. Besides, I have no desire to leave this mansion that I have painstakingly built. Not until I die"

Brace growled annoyed at Clooney's reply. His lips are pursed with both eyeballs upwards which explains if he is thinking about something.

"Come on, you know it's not the mansion that we're all Cloon for. Just give us full power over the Morales clan. Let the Morales clan become one with the Albiol clan. Morales will be safe under the control of Albiol cloon."

Clooney. The Albiol clan looked so greedy. Do they not know how the struggle Clooney and his father established the Morales clan to be as big as it is now? Hand over it?

"In your dreams!!"

DORRR DORRR

Matt and Brace were knocked down when Clooney fired bullets from both guns into their brains with both hands.

Clooney pulled a book neatly lined up on a large shelf that then shifted to give Clooney space to sneak into it. Once Clooney enters the shelf it automatically closes and the book is pulled back into the original order.

Clooney walked down the hallway that led to a large door that was now swung open by his hand. The room was full of firearms and there were some body safety vests.

Some of the pistols quickly moved to the table which was then filled with bullets ready for his self-defense weapon. A bulletproof vest was immediately put on. He replaced his shoes with boots. The ready-made pistols were tucked into his shoes. One gun each. Then he grabbed two Mosin-Nagant for each hand.

ZZZUUTS

The corner floor of the room moved up and then shifted displaying the steps of the stairs down when Clooney set foot on an iron doormat.

The floor was immediately covered again with a touch of Clooney's palm on a painting attached to the wall at the end of the stairs. Clooney retraces a secret passageway that will take him away from Morales' mansion. Until arriving at a round iron door Clooney close his right eye on a panel that lights next to the round door. Miraculously, the door was opened, presenting a basement lined with five dirt bikes and three Offroad cars with different series and colors.

"Hopefully you can really trust me to put Edgar in a safe place for Danzel"

The basement door opened automatically when Clooney's car approached and closed automatically when Clooney's car had driven away. The basement was in the middle of a forest hidden under a cave very far from the Morales mansion. Of course Clooney has breathed a sigh of relief. But he knew Cesar would not give up easily. For the time being, his defense has been broken into. He must start from the beginning to improve all Morales defenses. He knew the mansion would inevitably end up being a sea of blood after Cesar realized his two sisters fell easily in Clooney's hands.

In the middle of the road Clooney car stopped because a large truck was perched in the middle of the road. One Mosin-Nagant to stand guard. Clooney opted down and checked things out. The sooner he gets rid of the truck in front of him, the faster his chances of sailing away from the island.

But only two steps of his foot retraced an injection landed on his neck veins. Spontaneous Clooney turned around and found Cesar grinning at her. When he wanted to raise a fist, his gaze suddenly blurred.

Brug!

His body was now slumped to the ground and his gaze was completely dark.

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Danzel frowned looking at the mirror. There's a car stalking him in the back. His eyes were now staring at a handsome three-year-old toddler who was now sound asleep beside the steering wheel chair. He was given sleeping pills by Clooney so as not to witness events that might make him afraid and cause trauma in the future.

If it's like this it won't be safe in Mr. Karl's mansion

Danzel drives her car and looks for a bar. He took a large rangsel bag that had been perched in the back seat.

"I'm sorry, sir. But it's for your safety"

Edgar who was slumbering with the influence of sleeping pills was inserted in a bag that had been opened. He had to think quickly about determining a safe place to hide his master.

After entering the Bar, Danzel immediately pulled a man and gave him a wad of money.

A few minutes later, Danzel was seen walking out of the bar with her big bag. Slowly he did his car. But the pace turned very tight as the stalker behind him grew. Danzel's car was intercepted by one of the cars that followed her. It was forced that the car stopped.

"Get out!!"

Threaten one of the big-bodied men who has a creepy face. His hand is pointing a gun. According to without protest Danzel's car is open. But not as expected. What came out was not Danzel but a man with the same posture and clothes as Danzel.

The dim light emanated from the old car that Danzel was now riding looked so calm. He had exchanged clothes and cars with the man he had paid for. At least Danzel felt safe driving the old car. He no longer wrapped Edgar in a backpack.

Yet all the places of the Morales Clan seemed to have been watched. So this is where Danzel felt Edgar would be safe. A small orphanage in the city. Yes, no one would have realized if there was an heir to Morales to be in this miserable place. Danzel pressed the bell several times after putting Edgar on the chair and put the ring on Edgar's finger. Danzel immediately got up and left before the door opened. Leaving Edgar safe in this neighborhood.