Me And The Rich Man's

Me And The Rich Man's
Chapter 94's



Aysel's face still looks bent since fifteen minutes ago. Disappointment was evident in his gaze. No, hope doesn't match what that woman got. Hoping for Evan to drive himself home, Evan asks Osman for help.


Osman glanced at Aysel who was sitting in the back seat through the rearview mirror. From there he could read the vexation painted on the beautiful woman's face.


"Osman, can I ask you something?" Aysel finally opened his voice after being silent all the way.


"Please, Miss. What do you want to ask?" reply Osman with a view that still leads to the streets in front of him.


"What kind of woman does Evan marry?"


The question made Osman again glanced at the rearview mirror until his gaze met with Aysel.


"Sorry, Miss. Why are you asking this kind of thing?" Osman tried to avoid. For him the question is not his business.


"I just want to know. I've been friends with Evan for a long time. It's not easy to get close to her, because that's why I'm so curious as to what kind of woman has managed to subdue her." He paused his words with a breath. "He must be someone who is very classy and comes from the upper class. Didn't you?"


Although Aysel's tone sounded ordinary, but somehow Osman could catch something else there.


Osman was silent for a moment. The car was still traveling at a moderate speed that night.


"I don't know, Miss. After all it's none of my business" he replied casually. "But as you say, for Mr. Azkara of course his wife is a very special woman. In addition the entire Azkara family also received it very well."


Hearing Osman's reply, Aysel let out a long breath, then cast a glance out the window.


"Oh yes, Miss ... About your daughter, just calm down. Mr. Azkara will definitely be responsible .. if indeed your daughter is proven poisoned after eating at our restaurant."


Aysel just nodded his head.


"Thank you in advance."


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He was greeted by several servants. But Hanna didn't look there.


"Where's my wife?" evan asked with a look around the house.


"Miss Hanna's been back in the room since a few hours ago, sir. Maybe you're asleep."


"All right, thank you. You all rest too."


"Good."


Evan went upstairs. As soon as it entered the room, the main light had gone out, leaving a shimmering light from the sleeping lights.


Wrinkles were visible at the end of his eyes when he saw the empty bed. Slowly Evan stepped in.


"Darling ... Where are you?" No word, Evan walked to the corner of the room to turn on the lights.


A smile expands as she finds Hanna standing in the corner of the room with a translucent black lace lingerie showing her curves. He even stood in a very challenging position.


Evan's gaze brushed the woman's body from toe to head in amazement, which made Hanna's face red.


"Why do you look at me like that? Does this bother you?" hanna asked by stroking the curve of her waist.


Evan swallowed the saliva with great difficulty.


"Yes, very disturbing!" he said with indisputable admiration. "A beautiful disturbance to keep seeing and the upward the greater the disturbance."


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