Marrying My Ex-Husband's Boss
Playing Circumstances
"Take him!" harris told Doni who had just reached the end of the room. Harris sauntered out of this brightly lit room despite starting to feel a little hot.
"By pleasure, Sir!" Doni's grin was so full of satisfaction. He quickly reached into his pants pocket, took his phone.
"Bring me everything I asked for!" He said as the device stuck to the side of his ear. Without waiting for a response, Doni turned off his phone.
"What are you gonna do to me?" Martin snapped at Doni who put his phone back in the back pocket of his pants. Fortunately, Martin did not have serious injuries to his head because he was wearing a fullface helmet. But the elbow to the palm of his left hand scratched the asphalt. Even with his legs, even though jeans as a protector. Unable to survive when colliding with asphalt.
Doni walked over in front of Martin, then looked down. His low voice was so creepy, "Why just ask now, ha? You should've thought about all this before you interrupted my boss! You know what he looks like, right?"
"Is my bankruptcy not enough to avenge all this? Should you torture me here?" Shouted Martin. The shadow of Harris' cruelty flashed unexcusedly in Martin's mind, frightening him.
"Originally you know, you're broke because of Mr. Dirga! Mr. Harris didn't do anything because he's looking forward to this moment!" Both views are locked. Martin looks for traces of lies in Doni's eyes. The bluff was no longer an empty threat.
As if he was no longer alive, he did not expect the reply he got to come from two directions. Now, for him, dying is better. No one expected it in this world. Nothing and useless.
"Cut me now!" Pinta Martin on Doni. "Shoot me now!"
Doni pursed his lips while rising from his position. "Why? It hasn't even started yet, Martin! Where are you that tall, huh?"
"I-I admit defeat, Don! I admit everything! Please don't torture me, I've suffered so much all this time!" Lirih Martin's. Yeah, it's better this way. Than living with the torment of Harris. Which he had never even thought of.
Doni snorted, he scratched behind his suddenly itchy ears. It won't be interesting, he thought.
"Have you given up, Tin? You sure dying would be more beautiful?!" Doni's words were provocative. If death was beautiful, everyone chose to rush to death. The world is so unfair to the weak soul. Why fight, if the result will be the same.
"You don't know how tired my life is on the run, Don! You have no idea how hard life I've lived. Even when I'm dying, death won't touch me!"
A man came in carrying a box, interrupting the interesting chatter of the two. He stepped to Doni's side, with an eye gesture from Doni, the man on his knees put the box down and quickly opened it. Martin watched the man vigilantly. It was just like a P3K box, but who knows what the bottles contained.
"Do it right!" Doni's orders.
The man nodded then deftly he approached Martin. Then he started to clean the wound on Martin's hand. The liquid was so sore about his wound, that Martin shouted out loud. But the man did not stop. It was as if his ears were blocking Martin's scream. The same thing was done on Martin's leg even he was a little rough on the deep part of the wound.
It didn't take long, the man was done with his task, he immediately packed without saying a word. A slight nod towards Doni who had yet to budge from his place, brought him back regularly leaving this room.
"Hows it? Need to get salt water?" A very ridiculous offer. Martin was still grimacing withstanding the pain, unable to argue Doni.
"Please kill me!" Raung Martin is desperate.
"No, you're still perfectly healthy to be thrown to hell! Do you want to be in the wood supply there? You're still very useful here, Tin, at least for my pleasure!" Say Doni flat only. The circular clock on his wrist seemed to be waving to be noticed.
"It's time!" Hisses. However, Martin who heard all of that clearly, widened his eyes.
"Please, Don! Don't torture me! Just finish me!" Martin's wail, the adoring gaze from him did not get a response from Doni.
Doni walked over casually leaving Martin alone. However, Martin did not have time to beg again, some people approached him. Unbind his hands and feet, then bring them up. However, someone behind him closed Martin's eyes so he only saw darkness.
"At least I don't know which gun hit me! At least Harris still has a conscience, doesn't let his victims see which bullet shot me!" Martin's heart in the heart.
Harris was paying attention to the explanation of one of his staff when Johan exited the room with a cell phone in his hand.
No one cared but Harris, although he had expected what was going on, but the tail of his eyes followed Johan until it was swallowed by the door.
As if memorized by the attitude of his superiors, the staff stopped his explanation when Harris did not put his focus on him. In addition to wasting energy, he did not want his lips frothy because he had to repeat what he said.
"Can I continue, Sir!" Harris blinked from the glass door to the man standing patiently waiting for the CEO to focus.
Suppose Harris relieved the whole room. The man immediately continued what had been delayed. He was a little impatient to finish his job.
Sure enough, Johan returned a while later just as the staff was bowing respectfully as a sign of his exposure.
Johan sighed as he walked towards his Boss. It was as if his burden had been lifted perfectly. Johan was always running fast so no one knew whether the Boss and Assistant's business was urgent or not. They have no right to know or ask.
"It all went according to plan, sir!" Whisper Johan while bowing. A faint smile adorned his full lips.
Johan sat back down after Harris nodded slowly. Harris rubbed his chin. Not expecting Martin to give up so quickly, even Winata took a week to give up.
Well, word games and bluffs make some people faint. I don't know what people out there think about the cruelty that was meant to her. But, he had never done anything out of bounds. Naturally, Winata has not returned until now, even with Martin later. Maybe it will never come back. After all, they had done evil before dealing with Harris.
Harris has no right to judge for himself, there are others who also feel pain due to their actions. Harris just a little "help" catch the prey.
Utilizing rumors to create a person's image is not a difficult thing in the present. Just need to make everything seem horrible, others happily assume and pass it on. Harris raised his eyebrows, before returning to focus on discussions about his company's achievements.
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Sorry, slow update ya man-friends...😊
Old author not confiding yakðŸ¤
Next course well, now speed up, and save the chapter for the sequel Kak Excel, so do not keteteran later.so the Author wants to go to school again.let the writing better read....not angry and rich now...
Love you as wide as the heart of Author yak..yang still faithful to the story Author kremesan😅... The direct nudged ambyar🤣🤣🤣
