I'm Not a Grabber

Chapter 132: Former Brothers and Sisters

After having defeated Danish so easily. Fatih tied up the man who is now her ex-sister to stand at the pole of the middle house of the room. It looks like a statue ready to be sacrificed. His eyes were busy observing the face that had been the center of hatred in the heart.

Don't ask about handsome because he and Dan have such a stark difference. His former brother does have a Caucasian descent, while he is dominant in Java. Contrast with the differences that come from the lineage. Actually, it is not a matter of the appearance that is preferred.

He knows Shena very well. His heart worship is only faithful to the faith of the heart, not to follow the beauty of the world. Suppose you plan to ruin Danish's face into a ugly prince. It was certain that Shena did not turn to another man.

"Have run around, let alone end up meeting like this. Did my poor brother never learn from the past? Get into my territory without excuse with bad intentions." The lifting of a bucket filled with ice water, then swung once the movement to flush surprised Dan who was immediately unconscious.

Stuttering with water splash the painfully shivering sensation, "You ...,"

"Not to argue, Ka. I'm tired of knowing, we rich tom and jerry playing hide and seek. Just tell me where my Shena is. In exchange I return the Anderson family property that is still with me. Deal?" Fatih unequivocally offered an unreasonable agreement.

The property paid for Shena's redemption a year ago is the right of Fatih and not charity. The young man did not know and did not realize that his family only did what was considered right. But this time the situation is inversely proportional. Let alone one property, the entire property can be released to protect each member of the family.

Disdainful smiles adorned Dan's face. He allowed his ex-sister to speak at will. Sounds like a sweet prank that gives off a lot of foam, but tasteless. It's really surprising because logic is no longer used. Fatih kept trying to negotiate without an answer from him.

Fifteen minutes had passed, Fatih spent a voice to waste time. However, Danish refused to respond, the man who is now a prisoner was busy closing his eyes even though his body began to feel cold due to the ice water that soaked all his clothes. Cold that can be held.

Silence struck breezy as the wind breezed from various directions. The closed eyes further sharpened the senses of his listeners, "Is there only Shena in your brain? If you love my wife, it's your right, but the feeling in your heart is called obsession. Should I give up the love of family for a monster like you? Don't expect."

This time was not only furious because of every word Fatih said, but an insult to the sincere affection of his two parents who were willing to share the embrace of even time and sacrifice just to make up for their mistakes. Though if sorted, Fatih's father who has the wrong, not his papa.

"Is your game less epic? Just look at the results of your obsession, "Open eyelids exert a sharp gaze replying to every declaration of love a man is not sane. "One game ended four relationships overnight. Do you really love Shena or?"

"Whatever, I don't need the help of a useless husband like you. Hahaha how does Shena keep remembering you? Ck, I almost lost my sanity by getting tired of hearing the name I hated the most every night for a year.

"Don't get me wrong, I don't care about your name, but enjoying the night together with my sister's own wife. Amazing ...," Fatih deliberately heated up Danish's heart to open her voice about Shena's whereabouts.

Like the light that cannot be grasped, so is the truth in Danish hearts. The man smiled even more and more ignoring Fatih. Let the voice of contempt be a reminder that there is no more mercy after it is over. The world is vast, but not with emotions clutched in the deepest depths.

Fatih's efforts are increasingly intense even he did not hesitate to pour ice water again and again until Danish is always controlled by consciousness to control himself. If not for the cold water, then it could certainly be sleeping due to the talk of the former adopted sister.

While out there, a lot of eyes are keeping an eye on the abandoned house ahead. Green clumps mixed with moss that so clearly adorn part of the wall. I don't know how long the house was abandoned. Like it's been decades, they don't know if it's left empty. Residents around away from the house because it is considered a bearer of disaster.

"The target position is locked." reported someone through earphones with eyes in focus looking into the house through a glass hole in the window.

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