My Beloved Wife Mr. Pram

Disputes

Fortunately, before Pramudya became more and more crazy, a knocking sound was heard at the door. Freya heaved a sigh of relief when she saw Vice CEO Bayu coming in with Secretary Kikan. At least the two people knew what to do to deal with Mr. Pram who was rampaging.

“I heard Tommy was here. What's he doing?” ask Bayu.

He frowned at the sight of items scattering on the floor, but did not comment on them. He could already guess that Pramudya did it.

Pramudya did not reply, but the anger in his eyes subsided slightly. He glanced at Freya silently and realized that he had scared the girl again. He took a breath and walked towards his seat.

Seeing that Pramudya had left, Freya lowered her head and quietly picked up the items scattered on the floor, then reassembled them on the table. Kikan helps her without being asked, then takes Freya out to change clothes.

Pramudya observed all of that from his desk. He felt a little sorry for being out of control. However, Tommy had indeed pissed him off to death.

The bastard deliberately invited his grandfather who had not interfered in family matters for a long time, there must be a special reason behind it. His half-brother was never generous for no reason.

“How was the result of the investigation about the attack that time?” pramudya asked after being silent for quite a while.

“No direct evidence points to Tommy, but I'm pretty sure he did. He's getting better at playing clean.” Bayu grumbled in annoyance. Tommy Antasena is as smooth as an eel, so it's very difficult to catch the tail.

“Find the best mercenary to control the girl. Keep a close eye on wedding reception preparations. Don't let anyone infiltrate and make a mess,” Pramudya orders.

“Good. I-i understand. I'll take care of it carefully.”

“How are the preparations for the opening of a branch in London?”

“It's 95 percent. If everything goes well, next week can already do the inauguration.”

“Good. Keep me informed of the progress.”

“Good.” Bayu nodded obediently. There was no more playful or idle impression on his face.

“Oh, yes. One more. Please randomize all the information about Freya. Don't let Tommy get any information, including his fighting skills and the man who left without that news.”

“Good.” Again Bayu answered obediently. He never doubted Pramudya's decision.

After working together for many years, their thoughts became aligned in everything. Therefore, without being told, he understood what Pramudya was thinking.

Her best friend wanted to keep watch if one day they were off guard and something happened to Freya, then the girl had a greater chance of saving herself because the enemy did not know her ability.

Regarding the man who left without the news, Pramudya must be worried that the enemy will look for the man and use him as his wife's weakness.

Pramudya also nodded in satisfaction. Bayu can always put himself in a situation, he will joke when it is necessary to joke, but it will also be very serious when it comes to work. That's what made him feel so good about his best friend.

"Um ..your wife broke one finger of a cleaning service employee and splashed hot water on the mastermind causing the incident in the pantry. Oh, yes, one more ... Kikan has checked his work on the computer, everything is okay" Bayu reported.

"Hm. Just pay for the medical costs." Pramudya muttered while rereading the documents on the table. He did not look surprised when he heard the report.

Bayu was silent for quite a while. Pramudya's response was beyond his expectations. He didn't talk about Freya's work.

He was a little curious, what was his best friend planning for his wife?

***

After helping Freya change clothes, Kikan insists on driving her home.

It's nothing, but CEO Pram has ordered it that way. He did not dare to break the orders of his superiors.

He put Freya's dirty clothes in a plastic bag and asked one of the office girls to take her to the laundry.

Kikan did his job with all his heart. He knew Freya meant enough in the eyes of CEO Pram, otherwise his boss would not have given special treatment by asking him to drive home.

During his time at CEO Pram's side, only this time the boss showed his attention to women. That's why he did not dare to be presumptuous to Freya even though he knew the marriage between a former office girl and her boss was just pretending. Who knows what their relationship will look like.

Freya, of course, rejected Secretary Kikan's offer. He had planned to book a taxi online and go home on his own.

Seeing the stubbornness of the Young Mistress, Kikan also issued his final move.

He put on a clear expression and said, “Mrs, please help me. CEO Pram will fire me if it doesn't deliver you all the way to home.”

Freya looked surprised. “Really? You're not lying to me, ‘kan?”

“Director Tommy?” Freya's forehead frowned.

What does this have to do with the man? He doesn't look dangerous. CEO Pram looks even scarier.

As if you can read the contents of Freya's head, Kikan said, “Monya, you will avoid meeting with Director Tommy anywhere. Director Tommy is not a person who is easy to deal with. He is not as good as he looks from the outside.”

“Really?”

“Ya.” Kikan replied firmly.

Being the CEO secretary of Pram for seven years got him to know his boss well, including his strained relationship with his stepbrother.

Almost everyone at the company knows of the veiled dispute between the CEO and Director Tommy, but no one dares to expose it.

Everyone keeps it in their hearts, or sometimes whispers when their two superiors are not around. But no one dared to mention him blatantly. Everyone wants to live quietly.

Freya was just a mangosteen and said nothing. To be honest, Director Tommy's appearance was quite interesting.

If he had to choose, he would rather choose the man than the stiff and cold Mr. Pram.

But he is also self-conscious. There's no way handsome, classy men like Director Tommy and CEO Pram can really be her husband.

He could marry the CEO of Pram, it was just a coincidence, a coincidence that he would only enjoy for six months. Not more.

“Please, Mistress,” said Kikan when the elevator had reached the ground floor.

Freya let out a slow breath. She had asked Secretary Kikan several times to call her name, just like when they first met, but she refused firmly.

Secretary Kikan said that at the moment her status was Young Madam, it was impolite to call her name directly. Moreover, CEO Pram would definitely punish him.

Eventually Freya could only learn to familiarize herself with that overly conspicuous call.

How else would you like?

What could he do?

There aren't.

Kikan walked on Freya's side towards the exit. He had asked the bodyguards to wait in front so that they would not have to go to the car park.

As she stepped through the door, Freya suddenly remembered something. He immediately picks up the phone in the bag and types a message for Lisa. He almost forgot the whereabouts of his new friend because when he came out of the office, Lisa was no longer seen the trunk of his nose.

[I went home with Secretary Kikan. I'll call you later.]

Shortly thereafter came a reply from Lisa.

[OKAY. Take good care of yourself.]

Freya smiled. The rancid turned out to be quite attentive as well. He refocused forward, turning his head towards Secretary Kikan who was waiting for him.

“Sorry. I just sent a message to Lisa. He was afraid he would look for me if he didn't tell me,” he said.

“It's okay. Please—“

“Freya!”

Kikan and Freya turned around together, looking for the source of the voice that had just called out loudly.

When looking at the man who was only a few steps away from their side, Secretary Kikan frowned suspiciously, while Freya's pair of eyes widened.

That person ....

Freya did not blink.

How could he suddenly be here?

***