Love at the End of Time

Chapter 74

Royalty Pay From Face Sketches

 

“Who wants to return the favor anyway?” maisara asked, narrowing her eyes, letting her hand stay.

“Oh! So, you also do not want to return the favor,” replied Halan sounding a little disappointed. He wanted to use the woman in front of him for his own sake.

Maisara nodded. He could not admit his feelings openly. However, he does not want to be caught off guard if he feels indebted. He has been tough all this time.

“It's purely a business transaction, my printing is developing very well, so I need that much machine!” he said confidently.

 “Yes, yes, I believe, then—“ Harlan decided his own sentence. He glanced at the nearly finished poster and the sketch of a face that was still unfinished.

It was a poster with a new style from Modoroki.

“Then what?” maisara asked curiously, she followed Harlan's gaze. Instantly he was embarrassed, and could not hide the red tinge on his cheek.

“Solve that sketch of my face! But don't bring a red fan, I don't like!”

Maisara is back in a dilemma, whether she should cry or laugh. How could the man correctly guess if the one he had just sketched was his face. However, Harlan likes or dislikes, not her business.

Holy hooch! Why is there such a straightforward person like him? Not shameless!

“That's not your face, why are you so confident, anyway?” asked Maisara awkwardly.

“Still to dodge?” harlan asked, his tone starting to rise.

Looks like there's going to be another fight.

“Do I have to expose all your manipulations to me? You must pay compensation for it!” Harlan again said as he pointed towards the poster of Morodoki Law.

“I'm not evasive! Make what? I painted Morodoki's posters! Not you!”

“But what you painted was my face! You think I don't know? And, you give me that name? Ugly once.”

“Keep, what do you want? If I say no, yes no!”

“You have been successful ... I request royalties from the sale of my face image!” Harlan said with a sullen face.

“What?” Maisara was almost desperate, never thinking of the term compensation or royalties for the rights of someone who felt his image was taken without permission.

“Quick! Count now from the beginning you sold my painting!” harlan said seriously but her eyes were soft on Maisara.

“That's my painting!”

“But what you painted was my face!” Harlan said as she put her foot around the table and approached Maisara.

“Not!”

“Alright, if you don't believe the painting is my face, we make an opinion poll and spread it on the internet, ask the audience to judge!” This time Harlan hugged his wife.

“Enough Lane! Don't fuck around!” maisara said while struggling, but Harlan's hand was stronger than hers.

“You fucked with me!” harlan said while kissing the right and left cheeks.

As soon as Maisara regained consciousness, he should not have dealt with Harlan. It seemed, if he hired ten lawyers as well, it would still lose to him. At that time his heart invites peace, with the situation he now faces. If he wanted to not quarrel or meet with Harlan again, then he would have to settle it right now with meekness. The man is not easy to handle.

“Alright, alright, I confess that Morodoki does look like you, come on! Let's count how many royalties you have!” maisara said as she reached out to grab the phone, but Harlan prevented it by holding it.

“I don't want money royalties!” he said, kissing the back of Maisara's hand.

“Continue, what royalties? Precious metals?” maisara said, almost desperate to face her husband and he began to get upset.

What kind of royalty is that?

Maisara is powerless and unlikely to resist Harlan's wishes which to him, are very modal and unreasonable. Not yet had he realized further about Harlan's intentions, his lips were wrapped in red and warm meat belonging to the man.

There was no time to refuse, no time to talk except, to give himself up to make a sweat together in his office right then and there.

Harlan falls asleep on the couch after receiving royalties from his wife.

While Maisara continues to make sketches of faces that must be printed tomorrow. He scratches a drawing pencil while occasionally looking at the slumbering Harlan on the sofa, near his office desk. It suddenly stumbled across his brain to replace the red fan, which the man disliked with something else.

Usually the red fan is always in Morodoki's right hand, as one of his flagship weapons. However, now he wants to change into a cute baby with red clothes. He himself was surprised by the idea that seemed funny, just appeared, but he would try, rather than the poster always in the same style.

After she finished sketching, Maisara walked out slowly, worried about waking up Harlan. However, he realized that the man was no longer there. When the man left the room, he did not know.

Maybe I was too engrossed in making baby pictures until I didn't hear him come out.

Maisara immediately went to the production room still waiting for the next task, that day not too many orders, until the employees relaxed a little. As soon as they saw the sketches, all were astonished and clucked in awe with the artificial of their boss.

It turned out that the picture of the new baby was the result after so many hours the beautiful boss did not come out of his room. The officials did not realize that the guest who had been there since this morning was still in the merdeka building.

“What is Leyu Wen's child?” ask Lana.

Leyu Wen is a woman in comic books who falls in love with Morodoki, willing to sacrifice her strongest warhorse.

“No, I do not agree Morodoki married her, I prefer with Run Wi Mei! Ability is better!” said another officer.

“Yes! I agree! Run We helped Moroduki when he was going to help his mother, right?”

Of course they all memorized the script and all the stories made by Maisara. So, it was only natural that they had their own opinions in the storyline.

“What are you kidding me about, actually Morodoki has liked the queen for a long time!” other employees said while mixing colors in the prints, according to the colors on the sketch. All the processes are done after the discanning sketch. Now live in the large printer machine in the production room.

“Where can you conclude that, doesn't the queen already have the king?” lana asked, she was like a strong protest to her friend.

“See in episode 127, when she was helping the queen didn't you feel like kissing her? But the king's party came, he had known the queen since childhood only that time the queen had been proposed by the king, did you forget the plot?”

“It doesn't make sense! The queen of weak women, who has no ability!” lana said while looking at Maisara, the girl was looking at the results of the poster that was still wet.

“Mai! Are you going to get Morodoki to marry the queen? I disagree, lest you make the queen divorce the king!”

“Indeed why, if Morodoki wants to be king?” maisara said calmly, without glancing at her employees in the slightest.

Suddenly a man came closer to those who were still busy about to print a poster.

“Let me decide the ending!” the sound rang out loud splitting the room, as well as attracting the attention of everyone. At once they turned to the person speaking, and at once their mouth was opened.

Maisara was upset that she saw Harlan not covering her face.

While the employees now know that, the man who had been in their boss' room since then was the original character of Morodoki Law!

What the fuck, he?

Harlan was there, until nightfall and Daina prepared a bed for the man in her son's room. The man was very happy because his mother-in-law received him well.

He sneaked out of Maisara's room as the woman painted his face. He uses the opportunity to extract information from Daina about everything about Maisara, from favorite foods, favorite colors, bad habits and some funny things in his childhood.

Daina innocently told everything without even thinking badly of her daughter-in-law. He had no idea what Harlan would do to his daughter.

 

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