Miss, Make Me Your Driver!!

Chapter 54 The Secret of Mr. D

Frank approaches a security still busy with his cell phone. The man patted the shoulder of the person in front of him with one hand.

"Happy sir, tumben laughs?" Frank frowned.

"It's Ervin's mas there-it's just sir, he's funny again," replied the man honestly.

"So you know him?" Frank stared at the security.

The security said goodbye to Ervin on the phone, he then turned to look at Frank who was standing staring.

"How not to know sir, he's Miss Clara's driver" he replied chuckling.

"But it seems only to you that the new boy is familiar. With the others he's careless," kernyit Frank.

"Well I always open the gate sir, so inevitably he must always talk,"Security smiled widely.

"Give up, I'll go in first," Frank's not excited.

"Huuh.. relieved," Security sat back in its place.

Clara is bored at home, weekend days like this make it always blurry. He was restricted by his father because he could not leave the house. His initial intention was to find Ervin to take the man shopping and accompany him. But he was disappointed first because the driver took two days off.

He brought snacks and a reading book, he intended to read in the side garden.

His feet were about to step through the kitchen door. But his steps stopped when he saw his stepmother who was calling.

"Why is he suspicious?" Clara tiptoed so that the sound of her footsteps could not be heard.

"But you must obey all my wishes!" Her stepmother spoke in a harsh tone.

"Whose phone is witchcraft?" grouse Clara.

"And one more thing, you have to follow the new driver wherever he goes!" yells.

Clara stared at her stepmother's back with a question.

"What does this have to do with Ervin? Why the new driver?" Clara curious.

The young lady wondered.

"Miss," a voice shocked him.

"Shuttt," Clara put an index finger on her lips.

The aunt who had just entered the kitchen was astonished to see Clara.

"What's the non?" Aunt came closer, she whispered.

"Auntie just go!" banish him. They speak slowly.

Clara and aunt looked at each other as a woman approached them.

"What are you guys there? nguping huh?" The woman's ruffled around the waist. His chin was lifted up high and squinted at the two people in front of him.

"Sorry madam, I didn't eavesdrop. I just entered the kitchen" replied the maid.

"Why do you stand there?" He asked ketus.

"Like we dong want to chat where. I called my aunt because I was bored and told her to make me a drink. You're the suspicious one, calling people but hiding. Is that not your affair?" Clara did not lose.

That woman doesn't deserve to be called a mother, even a stepmother.

Clara hated him half to death.

Her stepmother glared, her face flushed withstanding emotions.

"It's so rude of you! dare to fight me!" the woman's hand was raised in the air and was about to slap Clara's cheek.

But a hand brushed it off and gripped it tightly.

"How dare you slap my son!" the somewhat hoarse sound of the baritone made them all shocked.

Mr. D let go of his wife's hand and turned to look at his son who was still silent.

Clara who heard him immediately hurt her heart because it reminded her of her mother who had passed away.

"You don't have to bother teaching my son! Rara is not a rude young woman. He's my proud son" Mr. D defended his son.

Only this time did Clara hear such a word from her father. All this time they were not as close as others thought.

Clara was lazy to hear their heated debate. He quickly returned to his room and laid himself on the bed.

Auntie stay away from the fight. Now lives the husband and wife who are still arguing.

"You don't defend him constantly! Your son is an adult, it's time he changed his rude behavior, "The woman is ruffled by the waist.

The sound of a slap made the woman glare in disbelief.

"You dare slap me for that damn kid?" He grimaces in pain. The woman held the cheek of her husband's slap.

"Never dare to vilify Clara in front of me. Or you will deal with me for life," Mr. D warned his wife.

"Say you're afraid your son knows about his dark father and a murderer. That's why you always keep her away from me, right?!" Clara's stepmother left her husband.

Mr. D took a deep breath then he stared at his wife's back until it was nowhere to be seen again.

The middle-aged man stepped footily towards his study.

"Maybe it's time for me to teach you a lesson" he shook his butt in the chair and stared at the ceiling.

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"Om, I already know everything about the new driver," someone approached Frank who was standing on the porch.

"really? then tomorrow Mr. D will give you a bonus. Now give me the full file of the boy!" her door.

His men gave him a brown envelope that this time was thinner than before. The man wanted to talk, but hesitated a few times. Until finally the words came out of his mouth.

"Sorry boss earlier I get a message that our new goods began to sniff out outsiders other than consumers. Do I have to close the warehouse temporarily?" The man looks agitated.

"Why are you telling me now? order them to stockpile the new stuff in a normal place and close our storage shed. You can also take a week off. I'll take care of this matter as soon as possible. You have to go undercover so no one knows who you are, okay?" frank's orders.

The man nodded steadily, he said goodbye and was moved away from Frank. Frank saw him contacting someone.

"New problems again" he lamented.

Yes, such was the fate of the right hand of master D who was so loyal to his master. Whatever he'll do as long as his employer survives.

"You all tighten the security! Let no one enter this house. Even if it's someone you know, understand?"

"Ready Om," some men answered steadily.

Frank comes in and contacts someone, but the phone number he was referring to is inactive.

"Have you changed Ton's number? I need your help even though you might reject it" Frank said alone.

Deheman's voice broke his daydream.

"Why Frank? there seems to be a problem, clearly visible from that tangled face of yours," master D chuckled.

"Sorry sir, this is a serious matter" Frank said, glancing at his employer.

"We need some bodyguards to keep this house for the next two weeks" Frank suggested.

"What's that much for?" mr. D. frowned.

"For the sake of guard, sir, there is no harm in adding the supply of bodyguards for two minutes," Frank reasoned.

Mr. D seemed to be petrifying Frank's thoughts.His eyes closed and walked towards the recliner located in the corner of the room.