Forced Marriage Karina

Eps_73's chat. The Missing Princess

In a workspace that was designed in an elegant style but displayed such a grand look, a middle-aged man with silvery hair sat haughtily in his grand chair. His hands were on the table with a dancing pen in his right hand. In an instant, a pile of paper behind and a signature was affixed on it after careful consideration but in quite a short period of time. The world of business has been in his hands for decades. In one look, he knew what decision he had to make. No doubt, experience is the best teacher.

Beside him, stood tall the man who looked older than his master despite the fact that their age was even five years away and his lower self. Her hair is almost white. But his aura was still the same when he was young. Firm and full of confidence. No wonder, one's right hand would have the aura of its owner itself. He had been following his master for decades. And looking at the gray hair of both, they can be sure to retire at the same time.

"Master, a company that has just been established lately is experiencing a pretty interesting crisis." The man with white hair was named Danu. The man noticed his master's expression before he decided to continue his words when he saw that his master was silent.

"The product is very good. But there are people who deliberately slander him and destroy his image even before the product is on the market." Again, Danu glanced at him to pay attention to his master who remained unmoved. So he knew that even though his master was just silent, he noticed and, it also had a meaning if his master did not mind the theme he was talking about.

"What's so interesting? In business, such tricks are common. He was just being unlucky and met a sneaky person that he had somehow alluded to. You weren't a year and two following me either. Not just one trick we've ever faced." The voice within his master finally sounded. But that's not what he expected. So Dani was immediately excited as he explained the interesting news he wanted to convey.

"That's normal. But the interesting thing is, despite having enough resources from her family background, she still chose the hard way by finding other investors rather than choosing to have her parents support her."

"He must be a persistent man." Danu quickly nodded in agreement. But the next sentence he heard made his attempt to herd the story like it had failed. "It's been quite the story today."

"Master! It still hasn't reached the core of the story." Danu quickly interrupted.

"Ooh. I finally know how can the gray hair you have even three times more than mine. Your head is full of stories and gossip." The man squinted his eyes at the face of his secretary who looked much older than him.

"Master, don't molest me. This bandage I have is a testament to my devotion and dedication." Danu begins to play her role as an oppressed secretary with so much work.

"Here you go, I know it. You don't have to sulk, wait a minute, after I hand this shitty position over to my stubborn son, we'll be able to enjoy our old age. I'm gonna take you around the world."

"But master, rather than traveling the world with our old bodies, wouldn't it be better to ask one of the master's sons to let us fondle their child."

"You're right. But which child can I rely on? You yourself have even banned it until now."

"Sir, don't you have one more princess?" Danu said carefully. He knew the most inquiring topic in front of his master was about his missing daughter. But, it seemed like what they were trying to believe at the moment had found its end.

As Danu predicted, Abhimanyu became silent. The color of his face was also grim. His handsome face had also disappeared. Replaced with a dark aura filled with sadness. So cold and so far untouchable. Be alone.

"We've been trying to convince ourselves that Miss Michel is gone. But sir, we never found the body. Don't you also still have faith that Miss Michel is actually still alive?"

"And you, what do you really want to say?" Abhimanyu's voice was low. But it sounds gloomy and intimidating.

"A few months ago, I found out that Mr. Andra had brought a sample of a woman's hair to the lab to test her match. But the results of that DNA test turned out to be negative." Danu sighed. He understood Andra's intention of not telling Abhimanyu that was not to let the old man down. But after some effort he did, he only found if the results were good sabotage.

"Master, the woman who has undergone DNA testing with Andra's master is named Karina, the wife of a young businessman whose company is in trouble. And she, had a face very similar to the mistress. The woman has the same blood type as the mistress and also the young master Andra. A few days ago, Mr. Bhishma made an announcement to look for people with the same blood type. I think it's for his wife. The previous test result was negative. But I finally found out if that result had been sabotaged by Mr. Norman. Brother sir. I thought if Miss Karina and Miss Michel were the same person." Danu looked at Abhimanyu hesitatingly.

Abhimanyu froze in place. Even the pen he was holding fell on the paper. Not everyone has the same blood type. Moreover, the blood type as owned by his wife and two children. Andra and Michel. Especially with a resemblance like he had seen before. It is likely that Karina is indeed his daughter.

"Sir..."

"Contact Alex. Mintak contact Bhishma and arrange a meeting with her as soon as possible." Abhimanyu said after he got his composure.

"Good sir." Danu nodded before he exited the Abhimanyu room to carry out his master's orders. The task can be said to be almost done. Now he can only pray to God that what he expects can be realized.

Salah Danu came out of his room, Abhimanyu took out a photo from inside his drawer. Portrait of a beautiful woman with long black hair. Smooth and elegant face features. The woman was beautiful, although it was not a beauty that could shake the world or turn the earth, but that simple beauty would make the person who saw her would not feel bored and have the intention to protect her. Hugged him in his protection.

Until now, that was Abhimanyu's feeling when he saw the face inside the photo. His love never lessened for the late beloved wife who had gone from him many years ago.

"My dear, are you now going to prove your belief that I am wrong? Is it true that our daughter Michel is alive?" Abhimanyu stroked the small face in the photo.

"You always told me that Michel was alive. And I always said that he was gone. But deep down, I have the same faith as you. However, I don't want to torture you by giving false hope." Abhimanyu's hand stopped. He looked at the photo with sadness.

"Right now, someone very similar to you has the same blood as you, do you finally want to show that she is indeed our daughter?"

"If it's true, it looks like we're going to have grandchildren. Our daughter is married and is pregnant." His eyes changed. Now full of happiness when sharing the news that he really wants to believe.

"I promise, I'll bring our daughter back. We'll get our daughter again."

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