Last Night With Your Papa

Last Night With Your Papa
Chapter 31



On the other hand Switzerland


Next day


Once inside a room in front of him a woman lowered her head as Darrel moved in and began to take off the jacket he was wearing.


The woman hurriedly took the jacket that Darrel had removed then she moved to her left side and hung the jacket right in a row of hangers where several other items hung neatly on one one by one there.


Darrel took a rough breath, he walked towards the direction of the domineering sofa chair in a fiery red color, he walked towards, the man deliberately put his butt there slowly then threw his body in a style that was so rough but seemed relaxed and elegant.


The woman seemed to lower her head, she immediately walked out of the room and closed the front door slowly.


The next second can be seen Darrel snatching a cigarette and also a psychic on the table, then slowly the man began to ignite the fire on the cigarette where he had put his cigarette on the edge of his lips.


"Your face looks very happy today"


The voice of a man broke the silence, he sat in a different chair right on the left side of Darrel.


"Didn't I look happy all my life?"


Darrel asked in a slightly cold tone as he began to slowly smoke his cigarette.


Hearing Darrel's reply at once the man snorted violently.


"Yeah maybe you're happy, but your face never displays that kind of joy and happiness, you're exactly like the kid who just got your favorite candy, even like the guy who just won the big lottery"


Said the man quickly.


Hearing the man's words instantly made the barrel slightly snort his breath, he returned to smoking his cigarette slowly then exhaled rapidly upward, a wisp of smoke was seen filling the room.


"I heard you took Gea on a trip this time?"


The man asked, he leaned his body on the sofa chair where he sat, looking so relaxed, letting one hand play under his lips.


"You're not thinking about making love to your own daughter, are you?"


Again the man asked while looking suspiciously at Darrel.


"Later men rich businessmen are more attracted to young leaves, fresh girls, innocent and still a virgin than mature women and adults who are already good at playing ferociously on the mattress"


The man spoke mockingly, looking at Darrel who had a problem with his testosterone, he knew it was difficult for him to reach ****** with Alisa, he said, even Darrel said he never started first and did not have the spirit of making love to the woman during their marriage, until some people suspected Darrel's sexual activity, many of whom thought Darrel was less than normal, considering he is not the type of dipping there dipping here who likes to snack carelessly here and there.


Hearing the words of the man beside him Darrel instantly raised the tip of his Eyebrow.


"Oh shut up"


Darrel grabbed the cigarette box in front of him, threw the cigarette box towards the man, but unfortunately with the record the man was able to catch the cigarette box with his left hand quickly.


Tappppt.


The man chuckled small.


"The response you gave me made me suspect more of the activity


su.fuck"


"Fuck you"


Let Darrel down again.


"Don't tell me you're playing with fire with your own fucking daughter"


"I'm thinking about her"


"Oh shi.t I'm serious"


Instead of answering Darrel immediately threw away his gaze.


"Tell me what's next?"


Darrel glanced towards his right side where a woman seemed to be sitting casually there.


The woman looks careless she does not care at all about the chatter carried out by the two men in front of her.


"We arrived a little late, they moved ahead of us to take Marina"


Said the woman quickly.


"Even they brought the old man too, just a little late, we were at odds with each other on the road where we were moving from the right side of the forest, they came out from the left side of the forest"


The woman again later.


Hearing the woman's words Darrel did not flinch at all, the man continued to smoke his cigarette so that he spent it on the last suction, he said, he put out the rest of his cigarette right in a glass ashtray located on the table in front of him, he pressed the rest of the cigarette fire slowly.


"You're sure what they're carrying is Marina?"


Darrel asked as he looked at the woman on his right, trying to make sure once again that she was not misinformed.


"Of course even your men have believed it"


Answer the woman quickly.


Darrel kept quiet again, he chose not to let out his voice at this moment, the man twisting a ring on his middle finger as he closed his eyeball for some time.


"Continue investigating where they're going to take them, keep moving carefully because I'm afraid my Daddy can read your moves, not to mention I heard Vier moving in to find Marina"


Darrel suddenly said.


Hearing Darrel mention Vier's name, the woman next to him looks back at Darrel.


"Why is he moving? Does this have anything to do with your bad stories from the past?"


The woman asked while frowning.


"You don't know? Vier has been moving back to Paris since last night"


The man on the left side of Darrel spoke quickly and the man now pulled the glass of wine in front of him, slowly the man began to sip the drink from the high-stemmed glass, he enjoyed the wine in his hand for some time, enjoying the sweet sensation of the red drink, making sure he straightened up to the end of the wine in his hand.


Hearing the man's words at once Darrel immediately turned his head towards him.


"What?"


Ask Darrel then.


Instead of answering Darrel's words, the man said.


"And I think you should be careful with the circumstances, if the test results come out and what is the big suspicion when this is true happens, he said, I'm sure Vier will kill you without thinking twice or thrice if you dare to tease Gea"


He continued, As he raised the tip of his lips.


"I hope you don't play around with Gea, because your face shows desire and waves of gai.rah every time you talk about Gea or even look at Gea so far"


And when the man said so, Darrel seemed to curse in his heart.


Sh.it.


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