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SECRETS UNCOVERED

The atmosphere in Richard Raendra's residence became quiet after breakfast time had passed. There is no busyness that looks solid as before because most residents of the house have continued their respective work. Only Junior who occasionally run around here and there, nudging the displays that are in the living room, family room, even the corridor. The sound of large vases falling and breaking as if it had been commonplace in the luxurious residence.

Prangs!

A vase is again nudged by Junior's tiny body, making the babysitter the little prince Tiffani immediately run over to Junior, holding Junior so as not to be hit by the fragments of the vase scattered on the floor.

Ara who happened to be in the corridor close to the living room immediately approached the origin of the noise was heard, and she was so shocked when she saw an expensive vase breaking before her.

"God. Too bad," cried Ara, then glanced at the nanny who was holding Junior. "Did that kid drop it?" ask Ara.

The nanny nodded. "No problem, the important thing is that Junior is not hurt" said the nanny, then passed from Ara's presence.

Ara knelt down and cleaned up the shards of the vase that were still scattered. "They shouldn't have to put a display here, rather than crumbling like this, it's going to be redundant" commented Ara.

Not long after a waiter came to Ara complete with work equipment, not to forget the waiter also brought a plastic bag to put the fragments of the vase.

"Let me do it, miss," said the waiter politely.

Ara nodded, and placed the vase fragment in her hand into the plastic bag that the maid had brought.

Ara stood up while watching the servant who was working.

"Did that little kid break stuff like this?" ask Ara.

The waiter nodded. "Yes, young master is indeed being agile. Almost everything in this house is broken because of his very active behavior."

"really? Her mother and father never got angry. This is all expensive."

The waiter nodded quickly. "Of course not. Ladies and gentlemen have a lot of money. Losing even one or ten vases would mean nothing, the important thing was that their son was unharmed. Junior is the most valuable in this house."

Ara nodding. "remarkable. Rich people are free to do anything" said Ara. "So that little boy was Lord Rama's son?" ask Ara again.

"really. Junior is the only son of master and mistress."

Now Ara was busy watching every portrait hanging in large frames. He was amazed when he saw all the portraits. Everything inside the frame looks charming and charming.

Ara shifts her body to look at the wedding portrait of Tiffani and Rama. Wedding portrait of Xavier and Gracella. Portrait of Richard with Tiffani. Portrait of Gracella with Tiffani. Junior Portrait with Rama and Tiffani. Portrait of Richard and Damar.

Ara stopped her steps. He no longer shifted his body to move on to the next frame, because now his gaze was only focused on the figure in the frame before him. That person is Damar.

Ara knew Damar, at least he had seen the man's face. He did not know the name of the company that was trying to build the hotel in the district where his parents lived, but he had seen video footage showing people from the company arguing with the district leader.

The footage that Ara saw back then was recorded by Ara's childhood friend. On the tape Ara clearly saw an old businessman yelling at people who were protesting against the construction of the hotel.

Ara turned around and questioned the waiter who was still cleaning the vase shards.

"Sorry, do you know who this is?" ara asked, pointing at the frame before her.

The servant followed Ara's index finger, and he said, "Oh, he is Mr. Damar, the assistant of the late Mr. Richard, but now he is like a parent to Mrs Tiffani and Gracella. He is also the uncle of Mr. Xavier."

Ara digested the new information well, and she understood now why Xavier suddenly hated her and did not hesitate to be rude to her. Ara guessed that everyone she invited to the ceremony yesterday already knew that the businessman she was looking for was Damar.

"Did he live here too?" ask Ara.

The waiter nodded. "Yes. He lives here. Didn't you meet him this morning at breakfast?"

Ara shakes. "No. Breakfast was delivered straight to my room this morning."

"Ah, what a pity. Come out sometime for breakfast. You have to get acquainted with Mr. Damar, he is very good," said the waiter, then immediately passed from the living room.

Ara clenched her hands. "What okay. He is the one who ruined the lives of many. And how could they all cover it from me. I came all the way here to find information about him!" oceh Ara, while pointing at the face of Damar who was inside the frame.

Seriate.