Marrying the Father of My Foster Son

Queensha VS Cassandra

"What's? So that damn woman two days ago went on vacation to the top with Ghani and Aurora? Why did you just tell me, huh? It's not like I told you to keep reporting any news about Queensha to me, then why are you telling me just now?" Cassandra got up from the chair because she was so surprised by the news conveyed by her confidant. Unknowingly his hand slightly slammed against the table.

Cassandra's man who was assigned to spy on Queensha replied, "Sorry, Miss. It's not that I don't want to tell Miss Cassandra, it's just that when I tried to call, your phone number was beyond expectations. I sent a message that only ticked one so that it made me confused in what other way to deliver this news. All sorts of ways have been done, but there's no response from you."

Instantly a large hammer struck Cassandra's consciousness. The woman only realized that two days ago the uncle was ordered to go to a place in the East of Indonesia to help the victims of natural disasters. As a result of the flood disaster that hit made power lines and phones cut off. Therefore, during his time there he could not send messages or receive messages from anyone.

The fire of anger that had been burning slowly dimmed because it was aware that this was not purely the fault of his confidant. If anyone is to blame the person is the uncle for assigning himself without asking for his opinion first.

Sighing in a rough breath and saying, "How long have they been on vacation? And ... do they sleep one room during a vacation together?" cassandra Cecar.

"Two days and one night, miss. From the information obtained, they lived in separate rooms. Miss Queensha and little Aurora sleep in the same room, while Doctor Ghani sleeps in another. However, they booked a room next door."

"Aarghs. Why should everything stay overnight? Why not just go home after they're satisfied?" raung Cassandra threw all the stuff on the desk. The woman's chest was saucer, eyes reddened from being enveloped in jealous flames.

Staring sharply with the roar of hunting breath. "Gue was sure there must be someone behind all of this. If not, Ghani may want to vacation with foreign women. He'd be the most anti if he had to spend time with people he doesn't know."

Cassandra put on a smile. Given how Ghani's attitude impressed to keep a distance with the opposite sex when they are still studying in the land of Sakura. Thinking that she has a great chance to win Ghani's heart and become the wife of the man she loves so much.

"Miss Cassandra, is there anything else you'd like to ask me?" said the confidant Cassandra after a long silence, let her employer vent her frustration.

Quickly whizzing. "Nothing! Your job is to keep reporting everything related to that woman. Understood?"

"understand, Miss. Then I close the phone first. Good day." The phone connection was turned off and the conversation between the man and Cassandra ended.

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After receiving a phone call from her trusted confidant, Cassandra drove her four-wheeled vehicle to a fast food restaurant in Central Jakarta. This afternoon specifically wanted to meet Queensha and gave him a little lesson because he had dared to accept Ghani's invitation to vacation together to Puncak, Bogor.

Stepping with long steps towards the two-story building. Cassandra further sped up the pace when she saw a young woman serving one of the customers.

Queensha, who was quite surprised by Cassandra's arrival, could do nothing but obey the orders of the mad woman next to him. The wrists in tight grip made it harder for Queensha to escape Cassandra's grip.

"Gue said never try to get close to Ghani, but why do you insist on approaching him, heh! Aren't you afraid I'll do something to you?" cassandra said without a stale base. He dislikes trite talk the most when it comes to Ghani.

Queensha grinned even though her wrist hurt from being gripped by Cassandra. He looked at Cassandra with a look of disdain. Tired, do not want to continue to be oppressed by a crazy woman who dreams of becoming the young mistress of Wijaya Kusuma.

"If I'm not afraid, what? What do you want to do to me?" suhut Queensha without the slightest fear.

"Lo wants someone to hurt me, right?" Queensha took a few steps forward until he faced Cassandra. "If that's what you have in mind you should say immediately because I've never been afraid of lo threats! To me, all your words are mere bluffs and will never come true."

Cassandra's breath was hunting fast at Queensha's words. Both of the women's hands were clenched beside the body. The woman's mouth opened to say something, but Queensha spoke first.

"Originally you know, since I was a teenager I have been used to receiving torture from the closest people. Spanking, blows and even insults have become daily food so when you threaten to do something to me, I am not afraid. At most I was held captive and harassed by your man. Right so?" asked Queensha as she pressed her face forward onto Cassandra's face. The two looked at each other, staring at each other's brown irises.

Queensha rewinded her body and circled Cassandra's body as if frozen in place. "Gue knew that you loved Mas Ghani so much that you were willing to do anything for him. However, you also have to realize if your love is clapping one hand. Mas Ghani did not love you so stop expecting something that is uncertain."

"Omong empty! Ghani was love dead with me. He loves me just the same!" cassandra shouted in a high voice.

Queensha' index finger moves to the right and left. A mocking smile was still engraved on her beautiful face. "No, no, no. Mas Ghani doesn't love you, Sandra. Mas Ghani is my love. The proof he gave this as proof of his seriousness." The woman pointed the back of her hand in front of Cassandra. Deliberately showing the legacy diamond ring belonging to the family of Wijaya Kusuma.

Wide wide-eyed with perfectly open jaw. Cassandra was shocked when she saw the sparkling rings in Queensha's sweet fingers.

"Th-that ...."

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