My Secret Life's

Chapter 148: Club and Mission of Revenge

Cup…

"My pearls are too mature. Papa hopes to bring you real happiness." mumbles Mr. Luxifer staring at Asfa's calm face in his lap.

Zoya, what are my flaws? Is there still doubt in your heart? Even the hardest thing in your life, I don't deserve to know. I will not leave you even though you rejected me for no reason.~ Inner master Luxifer closed his eyes, letting a gust of wind wipe his face.

Leaving the turmoil of Mr. Luxifer, among the rows of visitors a club that is enjoying wine with various brands. A man was sitting with a satisfied face, repeatedly scrolling his phone screen in front of him. "Damn it! The bait is in. Enjoy my enemy's show."

Pukkp…

"Hay buddy! Are you a bosen being a good person? Finally back again. Hahaha." said a distended man after patting the shoulder of the man sitting quietly in front of the bartender's desk.

The man was just indifferent and enjoying his drink. One sip of wine, leaving not a drop of wine in the mini glass. The man took the wallet and took off five pieces of red money. Just put it under his glass. Now his steps left the club without caring about the sour face of the bloated man.

Just watch! I'll reply to that arrogant attitude of yours. Wait for the date of the play. ~ inner bloated man clasped his hand firmly.

Unlike the man who came out of the club, his steps seemed to be hunting for something. After finding the car keys nailed. The man rushes to unlock the van, and enters in a hurry.

Braaks….

"Si al! Why should anyone see me. I'd better get rid of it now, well that's better." muttered the middle-aged man, a cunning smirk rising from his lips.

The van in the parking lot still remained silent, the driver was still monitoring the people who came in and out of the club without being distracted. Waiting for two hours, made his eyes and mind tired and careless. The middle-aged man's fingers were unceasingly moving on the steering wheel.

Tuk.. Tuk.. Tuk..

Once again the door of the club opened, and a distended man came out of the club half drunk. Seen the path is not straight, but it can be ascertained if the distended man still has consciousness. The driver's eyes, only splashed on the bloated man who entered the bright red jazz car. With a distance of 3 meters, now the car goes hand in hand. The journey for ten minutes, until passing through a quiet area with terrain is good enough for adrenaline.

There is a bridge with a river below. The driver of the rear car added speed and overtook the red jazz car in front of him. In the middle of the bridge the van braking impromptu, now mobile it leads to the upcoming red jazz car. The van's headlights went out, until a red jazz car was spotted. The van headlights are on.

Owen…

Ciiitt…. Byuuurs….

Without control, a red jazz car slid, hit the bridge barrier and fell into the river. The middle-aged man got out of his car, and walked to the edge of the bridge staring down the rushing stream of the river. Smirk's smile rose with satisfied eyes. "Your eyes are bad! Ck.. Ck.. Ck.."

Without realizing it if there is a beggar down there to see a glimpse of the shadow on the bridge. The beggar sat behind the leaves, as lightning struck. Making the beggar record the face of a middle-aged man with a strange smile on his face staring complacently into the rushing river.

The middle-aged man steps back into the car and leaves the accident scene with his own satisfaction. Travel for an hour and a half, until the car enters the elite residential area. The gate of a mansion opened, the security guard only lowered his head to see his master come home quite late at night.

The security guard was a little surprised by his employer's question. "Already sir. Madam came home about 5."

The middle-aged man nodded and smiled. "Good health sir. I'm going in first."

"Thank you sir. Please." replied the security guard with a smile.

Luxurious mansion with the entire facilities complete, the middle-aged man's footsteps climbed the marble casually. It was not the upper floor that was the goal, but a room with a collection of hundreds of books became the goal. Family library. That was the purpose, after locking the door. The middle-aged man walked up to the workbench and turned a mini liberty statue attached to the surface of the table.

Kleeetek…

The sound of marble friction, made one door of the basement open. Now the steps of middle-aged men obey one by one rung of stairs with a whistling in his lips.

Ctek. (sound pressing light switch).

The lights illuminated the basement with an area of ten meters by five meters, a table with a mattress. Plus experimental tools that are far from everyone's sight. Of all the objects in the room, there was one big photo plastered on the wall like being an idol. The middle-aged man's hand rubbed the photo with adoring eyes. "Beautiful! Howareyou? It's time, the game is under my control. Help me, baby. Because you're my only way into our enemy's world. Love you Iska."

Those adoring eyes slowly turned into vicious eyes, his hands clenched until the nails turned white. The pain in his heart still felt new despite it being many years old and there was no medicine to heal his wounds. His true love became a sharp sword that pierced his heart without forgiveness. The melt of tears trickled down, with the roughness of the hand wiping away the traces of salt water. "If you don't want to reply! My own hand will be avenged, and you will be the intermediary for my revenge mission. I love you Eyebrows, but I hate that guy even more!"

The resentment towards the man reached its peak, in contrast to the circumstances in the forbidden Villa. Where Abhi felt his body crumble dimly, after a day of taking care of Ceta. Sleep was not able, now only able to flip the body with a grimacing face. Such a time as this, Asfa became a medicine for him. But from hundreds of chats, only one reply from the wife. Miraculous no. Hundreds of chats were sent with anxiety, longing stirred up the contents of Abhi's heart and mind. But the reply was only one chat, with the shortest answer.

"Where areyou? I miss. Why fly me so high, if you want to torture me. Hurry home Asfa, I can't do it without you." muttered Abhi hugging tightly.

Elsewhere, Asfa choked. Making a glass of water in front of the eyes. "Drink!"

Gluey…

Asfa returned the glass to the giver's hand. "Thanks, continue where it stopped."

"You better rest. We can discuss this cooperation another time."

"Sok morning. Breakfast time. Night." Asfa decided to leave the meeting and walked towards his hotel room with a pale face.

His eyes began to be uncontrollable. The more forced, the more it spins. Her body felt floating, with Asfa's remaining consciousness feeling a gentle touch on her waist. A face that felt familiar hugged his limp body. "What would….."

"I just want to look at you! Let me help you to the room." replied a young man deftly holding Asfa ala bride style.