
Meanwhile, at the home of Edzar. Today Clara was invited by Edzar to go with her to a party celebrating the opening of a new company owned by his business partner.
Clara looks very graceful with a white dress sprinkled with diamond on her chest, making her look so glamorous, glittering like a star.
"You ready?" edzar asked while putting a Rolex watch on his wrist.
"Hm. already," he answered.
Edzar invites Clara to immediately go down to meet Sky who has been waiting for him from or hours ago in the living room.
Again, Amel was jealous to see Clara and Edzar getting closer. He was so unacceptable, when he saw Edzar go hand in hand with Clara.
"It's so annoying! That woman is getting bigger and bigger! If this continues every day, for a long time I can be stressed staying here," he murmured slowly. However, full of anger.
"Where are you going?" dora asked, intercepting in front of the exit.
"Go away" replied Edzar casually.
"Yes that Auntie meant, what are you going to do? Very different look," said Dora slightly flicked her lips, not like to see the appearance of Clara who looks very beautiful.
"Party" answered Edzar so coldly, passing by Dora.
Sky quickly opened the car door for Edzar and Moura, allowing the Lord and Lady to get into the car. After that, Sky also entered and immediately drove his car to the destination.
"Basic sucks! When asked that question, the answer is always short! Is that saying so expensive? Until talking must be that close," grumbled Dora while staring at the black car that had moved away from his sight.
Arriving at the party, Edzar, Sky and Clara immediately enter the hotel's ball room. The atmosphere of the hotel is very luxurious and beautiful. The decoration was so glamorous that nuanced European style.
"Clara, take my hand" said Edzar slowly, as they walked on the red carpet there. Clara also unreservedly wrapped her hand in Edzar's arm. They also walk hand in hand, like a married couple that looks very harmonious.
"Yes..it turns out that Mr. Edzar and Young Miss are now starting to blatantly yes," murmured Sky who walked two meters behind them. He walked alone without having a sidecar, what a concern being Sky.
The party was going on with great fanfare, the people present there were only the higher-ups from above all.
Because Edzar was busy chatting with his business colleagues, it made Clara feel bored, and he chose to leave, went outside, and went outside, take drinks and snacks available near the pool, because this party is in addition to indoors, available also outdoors.
"Huft... the parties of the rich are really boring," he murmured, the music was just jazz music, speaking stiffly, and my brain was not up to what they were talking about.
Clara actually did not like this party, even though she had been invited to gather and chat with other socialite women, but still, she felt uncomfortable, she said, moreover, their chat is not far from just about luxury and a place to show off.
Clara gulped down the red water available on the table. But, suddenly his head felt so dizzy just after drinking, the drink.
"Is this wine?" mumbling slowly. He also tried to stand up straight, but could not, because his head was getting dizzy and sluggish.
From the other table, there were two women who had noticed Clara.
"Wasn't that, the woman who married the super-tajir Mr Edzar?"
"Yes right, it's his wife."
"I'm so sorry, Mr. Edzar got a woman who looks like such a lowly person."
"Yes right, he doesn't seem to be from the rich. Just look at him, just drinking a mouthful of wine he's like he's lost control."
"Ha is absolutely right."
"Look, he's walking this way."
Clara tried to walk back inside. He walked a little staggering, even he had a little trouble holding the balance of the body because his legs were wearing high hells.
"Aw.. My head really hurts," he murmured, holding his head that felt so dizzy.
Meanwhile, Sky had just come out of the building, he wanted to help Clara, because he was still worried, that Miss Young would make a mess there.
Sky just discovered Clara's whereabouts. But suddenly ....
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