Handsome CEO's Disguised Girl

Handsome CEO's Disguised Girl
Chapter 62



"Yeeee... He said he wasn't sick, just sick.?" ledek Zayna's


"But yes do not be signed also times.!, Yes definitely hurt"


They both remembered their childhood. When Zayna falls off the bike and Sagara treats Zayna's wounds in the grass garden.


Exactly as it is today, but this time Sagara is injured.


"So inget childhood" murmured Sagara


Zayna turned her head after finishing the medicine box. On the guy's arm, Zayna's been treating him.


"What.?"


"When you fell off the bike.?" answer Sagara


Zayna remembered too. It was very desirable for him to go back to being just as small as before. A lot of cheerfulness, and a lot more made him smile, unlike today.


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Areksa opened his phone when a notification sound was heard. He is currently in the office.


Areksa frowned when he got a message from an unfamiliar number. He lazily opened the message. It turned out that the unknown number sent me some photos.


Areksa squinted her eyes when she saw the photo was like someone. A second later, Areksa's jaw hardened when the photo turned out to be Zayna with a guy hugging in the cafe.


It was the first photo, and he saw the second, where Zayna walked along with the same guy to the hotel. Though there the appearance of Zayna wearing a hijab, but why to the hotel.?


And the last photo, making Areksa this time wrathful. In the photo, Zayna is making out with the guy in the hotel room. But this time Zayna did not wear the hijab. His position was turned back to the camera, it was clear they were making out.


PYAAARR...


Areksa threw his phone until it hit the wall until it broke. This time he was really angry.! The girl he had been defending and keeping indecent.


"FATIIIIIRR" he shouted loudly calling his personal secretary.


The fatir who heard the baritone's voice immediately ran into the CEO's room


"W-What's the matter, sir.?" fatir asked when he reached his boss's room.


"Track Zayna's whereabouts now.! HURRY.!" decreed


"B-good Sir"


"Wait.... Take my phone, just grab the card" he said


Fatir was afraid to take his Master's broken phone for his card. Maybe because in it there is a photo to be evidence.


Fatir immediately left his master's room. He was confused, what is it exactly.? But he did not dare to ask.


"I'll teach a man who has dared to touch my girl" his his hiss sharply, his breath increasingly hunting.


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Zayna went back to the house she bought herself. He was delivered by Sagara, while the bike he left just like that. Let it be taken by his genk members later to be taken to the workshop.


"Aah.... Damnit.... My phone packs all lowbet" grunts when his phone suddenly lowbet


"Areksa sure if the clock is this hakutin me" he explained


Because Zayna was bored. He finally came out to seek the wind. But he just came out. Did he just go to headquarters.? Ahh no-no, it's just tonight.


Zayna pulled out her black sports bike from the garage. I don't know, he just doesn't feel good. His feelings lead to Areksa.


What's wrong with that guy. Thought


While Fatir has now tracked the whereabouts of Zayna but can not because Zayna's phone is not connected. Is it because of lowbet.?


"Sorry Mister.! It looks like Miss Zayna's phone was deliberately turned off, because it can't track her whereabouts Mr" Fatir said timidly, because he knew after this what he would get


"Aakaakkhkhh.... Brengx.... Dimaa Lo Zayna Aghnia" she cried in frustration


"What's the matter, sir.?" ask Fatir carefully


Areksa stared at Fatir sharply, making the man look down in fear. Areksa walked closer to Fatir.


Bugh


Fatir holds his stomach which is affected by a bogeman from Areksa. "Don't ask much.! Now I don't want to know, give all the men to find out the whereabouts of Zayna" Areksa jolted wrath


The fatir with the trembling body instantly nodded obediently. He immediately came out of the room that was like a lion's den.


"Aakaakkhkhh.... Are you really saying it's a baby girl.?" shush that guy


His body is now slumped down.