My Crazy Rich - Ard

Chapter 11: Trapped Game

On the other hand, Rachel was stunned to see a small building that she herself did not want to just rent it. His mouth formed a circle O because he did not expect there was still a place like this in the big enough city.

“You sure you stay here?’ rachel asked while patting her body because she felt like a mosquito sting was biting on her arm.

Richard nodded, it was impossible for an elite woman like Rachel to want to live a hard life. He would definitely take her to a better place later, and Richard could also come out of the slums of his uncle's choice.

"Let's go in!"

“If you want to go and sleep in a hotel please! I won't stand in your way, but if your father finds you and takes you away to marry the old man. Don't blame me!” rich warned me.

No need for Rachel to follow Rich's steps. He circulated his gaze in all directions and stared at the situation inside the house, it was very unfit to be occupied, dirty and also a lot of worn-out items scattered.

Not many things are available there. Even the maid's room in her house was more luxurious than this place.

Richard turned around and intended to leave the place. However, Rachel's hand immediately held him. “Where are you going?"

"I have a little business tonight. You wait here!"

"Shall you go tonight? What if something happens to me later.”

Richard casually let go of Rachel's hand on his wrist. “They won't find you if you stay quiet and sleep here. But if you go out, your dad says he'll marry you to the old man tonight too.”

Rachel fell silent. He swallowed his own saliva painstakingly imagining that scene of forced marriage.

Without further ado, Richard stepped out. He left without excuse using Rachel's car.

Realizing she was like a buffalo being played by her owner, Rachel turned her back. “Why did he manage me?” annoyed.

Rachel tried to touch her body. Shit, he didn't bring a cell phone to contact his assistant, let alone other items, except for the clothes he was now wearing. Rachel sighed heavily cursing her stupidity this time. He was really frustrated because the fate of the car was taken away by Richard. “What I met the impostor this time, his inner” shook little.

On the other hand, Richard was moving towards somewhere else. A woman immediately struggled spoiled to welcome his arrival. The thing that is always overwhelmed with Richard's attitude is to play too often in the brothel. But what really happened, who knows.

Richard simply nodded slightly, letting the woman kiss his right and left cheeks. "Where is he?"

"In your room. He's so happy to hear you're coming tonight."

"alright. I'll go upstairs first." Richard stepped past a few women who were already struggling spoiled with their customers. Every now and then the women nod once in a while to recognize who the man they passed by was.

Another woman was waiting for Richard in a special room. "You're home yet?" Ask.

Without Richard saying a word, the woman handed him a pill to drink Rich and helped remove any buttons that still covered the man's body. "Aren't you still hurt? Why not take a break here instead recklessly chasing the leech? Here I look!"

"Don't talk about it anymore. Anyway I'm fine. That wound is nothing."

A hard punch landed on Rich's shoulder. "What's okay? Obviously, this has not healed. Lie down, I'll help you treat him!"

Richard lay on his stomach in bed, closing his eyes, and the woman began to move her hands with some medical instruments.

"What are your plans this time?" ask the woman.

"I have my own plan."

“What are your plans this time will work?”

A nod Richard gave in response, while his eyes were still closed feeling a slight pain due to the wounds he had experienced before.

"You sure you won't get stuck with your own game?"

Richard was silent, his mind drifting away from his body. Instead of answering the woman's question, she imagined how much Rachel would suffer tonight because she had to sleep in the slum alone and not think too much about the woman's questions that are now with her.