I'm Not a Grabber

Chapter 78: Srivijaya Housing

For the first time, the heart feels guilty. Not intended to snap, especially the situation is increasingly not conducive. Even in a hurry will not change the situation. Moreover, Sriwijaya housing is quite a real prison.

Amidst the heart-shackling panic, suddenly a car came past their motorbike. However, somehow the car stopped, then the rear car glass opened slowly. A familiar face greeted Nai with a smile.

"Son, gohome! Papa will fix everything."

A stern voice with calm eyes turned back to look forward. Without waiting for a response, the car drove back to enter the gate that opened automatically. While Naina was stunned to see Papa Anderson was in the same place.

The car that got further away instantly brought the girl back into reality, but it was too late to catch up. "Is Papa Anderson going to save Shena?"

The question was more appropriate in questioning his beliefs that began to falter. Conscious, or not. Other than Papa Anderson, no one could stop Fatih's actions. I want to help you do something, but what can you do? Confused by the situation.

While the bespectacled man was relieved because he knew very well what the ferocity of a Mr. Anderson was. Men who have stepped on the business world fall awake with his firm principles indiscriminately. He must admit his defeat.

Want to, not want his duty this time to take Naina back to the Anderson residence. Especially when it starts getting dark. Although initially refused, but after being given understanding. The girl complies. The two left the gate of Srivijaya housing, while Papa Anderson just got out of his car with someone.

Footsteps begin to walk down the lobby of one of the skyscrapers. As the information reported by the men that Fatih has a flat number three with an income fee of fifty percent paid in full. I don't know where the money came from, but remember what the adopted child did. He knows where the flow of funds comes from.

"Sir, here's the key to the room." A manager from the building manager who was waiting in front of the glass elevator rushed to hand over a duplicate card of Fatih's apartment.

Not just anyone gives it away. The manager can submit a duplicate key because the apartment has been paid off through Mr. Anderson's account. Even though you have to spend enough to buy a new car. It is still done without complaint.

Mr. Manager bowed half-heartedly and paid his respects until Mr. Anderson got into the elevator, and the door closed. Seen from the numbers indicate the second floor from the top. Apartment that has a view in each flat with a private swimming pool.

"The lives of three families with many heads will be at stake. The decision is in your hands. Help him or save everyone," the duplicate key card is handed over to the person with him, "If your decision harms many parties. Don't blame me for ending it my way. I hope you get here understand."

Not only understand, but understand. If life changes the course of life. He only came to straighten out, not to destroy. However, the position will not change the reality.

Everything Mr. Anderson said was true. Just because of Fatih, so many people will get hurt and suffer. An obsession of love that is united with revenge. Who will be submissive in that? Of course there's only stubbornness.

The elevator door opened, the footsteps of the two walking down the hall that looked so quiet. It only takes a few steps to get in front of the flat apartment that belongs to Fatih. Without further ado, the card is shifted to a hole in the panel board on the side of the door.

Mr. Anderson pushed the door slowly. Then allow the person who has the right to solve the problem this time to enter first, then he followed. The fragrant aroma of the room delivers a calmness that fills the chest cavity. However, the eyes still trace the entire corner of the room.

After checking, it turned out that there was only Shena inside the room, whereas Fatih was not in the same place. Where did the young man go? They don't cross under there. So how can we lose. Without thinking any longer, Mr. Anderson examined the state of Shena who was still under the influence of drugs.

"Master, there's a message for you!" exclaim the person who was with the man while handing a small notepad that was stuck on the dressing table.

Note received, as soon as read it. No need to clench their hands to suppress their emotions. The written record really worries the situation. "Brazed kid!"