My Crazy Rich - Ard

Chapter 68

In a magnificent residence a middle-aged man was still struggling with a file that was mounting right in front of him. He who was initially satisfied because he could keep a prisoner, now began to fret because the main character he wanted did not come to him and look for the woman. Though he intends to negotiate with Richard, using Rachel who is now on the island of course. Until a moment later, the sound of a hasty step someone ran and knocked on the door of the workspace from outside disperse the activity.

"Lake in!"

A male bodyguard stepped closer with cold sweat pouring down his face, even before he uttered the purpose of disturbing the master who these few days had always shown his dissatisfaction. The fear of reporting bad news to Dante makes him have to prepare to become a human samsak if the master is angry and vent emotions later.

"Sir." His body was slightly bent as a sign of respect for his master. Repeatedly he gulped with great difficulty and did not dare to look at the master before him directly.

"Say!" The firm tone sounded terrible as Dante's old mouth began to utter words.

With a racing heart and the guard's misgivings began to express the intent of his arrival. "Master, some people messed up on Dason Island.”

"What?" Surprised to hear the words of Dante's men standing straight from his position and straightening, with a red face extinguished, he stepped closer to make sure his hearing was not wrong. "What did you say?"

"Be–some people messed up on Dason Island and took Miss away." The man's body trembled when he said that. Cold sweat began to drench his wide forehead. Until it didn't take long, a hard slap landed on Kiki's cheek making the man instantly fall down under his master's feet.

"Are you stupid, huh?" Dante vented all anger at the man in front of him. Hot air directly travels up to the brain to make emotions increase. His neck muscles stiffened, revealing streaks of strained blood flow. Repeatedly the old leg floated up, kicking the curled body right below it. "How did that happen? What has Jason done all this time? Keeping a woman alone is not trudging."

Dante continued to be crazy and made the men a place to vaporize everything, while the subordinate could only curl up to cover his face with his hands. Old feet clad in Dante's panthopel shoes, constantly hurting his body that contains. A bluish bruise may appear after this. However, he is unable to fight back, despite his black belt rank before Dante's anger subsides. Luckily Dante stopped his actions before he died.

The man massaged his temple, with a breathless roar. The old hand moved to smash whatever was on his desk. The sound of broken goods, until the paper documents fly adds to the chaotic atmosphere in the room. The thing that must have happened if a Dante was angry, of course the servants had to prepare with new items to replace the goods damaged by their employer.

“True, Sir. Young Master Dason also suffered a gunshot wound to the leg as they and some of the available bodyguards were already his victims. Leaving only a few female servants who could not possibly fight back of course,” reported the man.

Dante's two hands clenched very tightly. He did not expect, if Richard also had a side attacking secretly like a mafia in general. Even the movements are very accurate. Seeing where a Dason alone can get to the rescue. However, a second later, as if gaining consciousness, Dante looked seriously at the men before him at this moment.

“Truly beyond my expectations. What about the woman?”

“Still safe, Sir. They just attacked the villa secretly.” Instantly Dante breathed a sigh of relief, at least the US card that could tear down Richard Masaih's power was in his hands. He then went to the sofa available in the room while taking a bottle of liquor. “It turns out that rancid boy is as cunning as Diana. I didn't think Day could educate her to be so horrible.”

The sound of liquid objects flowing into the glass was heard so clearly. Dante drank his drink to the toilet. It seemed like he had to rethink a more mature plan ahead. This time, he should not underestimate Richard.

“Go! Find out who wants to help him mess up where I am until he can. It's impossible for them to do it alone, whereas I've made sure Reymond doesn't have a dangerous group beyond us! I wonder which group dares to fight me. And call Dason here after he gets better." Dante emphasized each sentence spoken in a cold tone.

"Good, Sir." The men then bowed themselves, then stepped back out of the room while breathing freely. Finally the report that made his life as a bet was successfully conveyed, without having him leave his life there.

Meanwhile, Dante who was still inside, again threw the glass and bottle of alcohol in his hand to the floor until it was smashed into pieces. "Damn it!" The man was furious, his breath was already like a lion preparing to pounce on prey. The eyes widened as if preparing to get out of place. The grudge in the heart grew even more burning and stirred up great anger after losing several strategic battles with the snot child he had underestimated.

"I won't let you get in my way! You're just gonna follow in your mother's footsteps by being my slave." Dante's two hands clenched tightly to make his book whiten. Long enough his life went well for over twenty years. Now, there were already others who dared to disturb his calmness. Now how dare the presence of an heir to Diana interfere with its existence.