Love The Young Master Arogan And Girl Hijab

Devan

"Look down Lexa, calm down. You already know the Walton family that nothing is healthy" Nike told his future son-in-law.

"Beware the gorilla! I won't tell her the gender of her child until the time of birth! just look!"

Lexa slammed her handkerchief onto the table and then stood up from her seat walking in annoyed steps towards the toilet. Her dress was slightly wet from the juice from her own mouth.

Ellard descended from the pondium while leading Dara to the sound of applause.

Dara sat in her chair then looked up at her husband.

"You what?" ellard asked sensibly to see the eyes of his wife who seemed to want something.

"cheese cake"

"Am I'm not going anywhere, wait here, okay?" Seeing Dara nod Ellard turned to take the cheese cake. He had already glanced at Mad to look after his wife. The sensitive Mad only nodded in response.

"During no meeting" said a man who immediately sat on the same table with Dara making the girl surprised.

"Oh hai Devan" said Dara stiffly as she looked to the right and left looking for her husband who had just left.

"You're more beautiful Dara"

Dara scratched her nape that was not itchy confused what to answer.

"Devan you better go or-"

"Young Atletico man? well I did not expect to see you here" Mad smiled kindly making two men who previously would approach Dara's desk turned around.

"Run fast! the devil is showing his fangs!" said Lay panicked while pushing Frank's shoulder to make the man in front of him drunk.

"****! why must there be such a flat!" frank grumbled as he continued to walk quickly through the crowd of men and women who were talking.

"The devil hasn't seen us yet, has he?" ask Lay after they get to a pretty quiet place.

"No idea, but I doubt that the plywood guy has eyes on his back"

"Why is that?"

"He could see Devan talking to Ken and Darren's uncle" Frank replied, leaving Lay clucking. If only Mad was a good man it would have been Arlay's idol but it's a pity that the man is like a demon-faced prince. His smile was his opponent's greatest destruction.

In the place where Dara was sitting between two men who both gave off an intimidating aura.

No-no, only Mad gave off a cold aura while Devan looked at the ordinary man with a slight dislike look.

"You who?" ask Devan.

Dara's been biting her own lips, being in a situation where you know there's going to be a war is not a good thing.

"Include me-"

"Would you like to come here?!"

Completely already inner Dara while closing her eyes and tendering her back.

Devan smiled obliquely at Ellard who had just come carrying two pieces of cheese cake then put it in front of Dara.

"Hi haven't seen Ellard in a long time" Devan said casually, as if he didn't know who the man standing next to Ellard was.

Ellard took a chair and sat down next to his wife.

"Yes it's been a while? until my wife was pregnant like this. That you? haven't got a couple yet?" Ellard said in a condescending tone while stroking his wife's stomach.

Devan squealed while turning his face the other way, "How can I get a partner if the woman I like you take" Devan replied, I don't know where the man's courage could say the thing that ignited Ellard's emotions.

"Master"

"Dear"

Dara and Mad both calmed Ellard down as the man stood roughly from his seat making several pairs of eyes stare at them.

"This is a big event sir, please control yourself for a moment" said Mad slowly.

Dara turned to look at Devan, "Devan you better get out of here"

"Why Dara? is there a problem I'm sitting here?"

Why does Dara feel like this guy isn't the Devan she used to know? he's a little bit of a bitch in Dara's eyes.

"Yes. My husband doesn't like you being here so please leave" Dara pushed Devan into surprise with the girl's voice change. The pretty girl in her hood used to have changed.

"Devan-"

"Okay, I'm leaving. Take good care of yourself Dara once this man hurts you I'll come take you away"

"Go past my fucking corpse!" ellard said in a stifled tone.

"Don't fucking care, go you!" drive Ellard away in a hostile tone.

"Well I'm going. Who is that guy beside you? I feel familiar" asked Devan again to make Ellard cluck annoyed because the man did not immediately lift his foot from before him.

Mad who was asked pulled both corners of her lips forming a grin.

"You know me lord Atletico"

"Who are you?"

"Nobody is just the eldest son of Mr. Darren's assistant" Mad replied humbly.

Devan's facial expression dropped drastically the man's lips began to pale with a stiff body.

"Mr Madrick?" ask her with a vibrating tone.

Damn it! why didn't he realize it immediately? this man who played with his father's company shares for no reason first. And his father warned him not to look for trouble with Walton's estuary because he would definitely be dealing with Darren Levon Walton's first assistant.

The story of Kendrick's eldest child as a child is fond of the moaning sound of someone who is injured. The boy likes things outside the brain, he likes anything that smells of blood. Therefore Mad was sent away out of America for a long time.

Mad lowered his head as if to say a greeting and it made Devan hold his breath.

"I'll go first, excuse me" Devan said, then walked off their desk.

"Give him a lesson" Ellard said as he watched Devan walk by.

Mad nodded without his master asking even if he would teach the dog a lesson.

****

"Become"

Dara turned her head as the heavy voice called out her name.

"What's grandpa?" dara asked in surprise to see the old man calling her.

"You must be tired, right? why not go home first? this is just a drinking party is not an important event" he said while holding his stick.

Dara frowned why did grandfather bother to take care of him?

"I'm going home with Ellard" Dara replied.

"Ellard must have waited for the show to finish because it's the show. I see you're exhausted, even though I don't like you, but the kid you bear is my grandson. Go home and rest, I'll tell Ellard later"

Dara thought for a moment, to be honest she was exhausted. Not to mention he had to go back and forth to the toilet to urinate.

"Good cake I go home but let me tell Ellard myself" replied Dara.

"Ellard's on the second floor with the shareholders you're gonna bother him later"

"Then let me meet Mad" said Dara again, however she had promised her husband to always be near the man. And Ellard said he had to tell Mad he wanted something when Ellard wasn't around.

Dara was confused, wasn't Mad standing not far from her? now where is that guy? thought Dara.

"Madrick's? of course he's with Ellard right now, you know Mad your husband's personal assistant" replied the grandfather, chuckling.

Dara actually did not want to obey Harry's grandfather's orders but her body was really tired of the effects of her pregnancy.

"If you want to go home, Grandpa has prepared the driver in front" Harry suggested.

Dara thought for a while then nodded "Well cake, I go home first" Dara replied then lowered her head walking towards the exit.

Before getting outside Dara pulled out her phone sending a message to her husband.

"Miss Dara?"

"Ah yes?" dara asked while reinserting her phone.

"I'm Mr. Harry's driver who was asked to drive you home" the man said politely.

"Thank you in advance"

"Same-sama miss, please" said the driver as he opened the back door.

TBC......

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