Naughty Girl Owns Hot Daddy

Chapter 231

"How can you?"

Dylan was completely shocked to hear Maria's words. He did not think that what Maria said last time was true.

"Yes, you can, Om. Didn't Mary say that what Daddy said was no joke. If Daddy says A, yeah A!" upset Maria.

"Why am I so upset after hearing this girl get engaged, huh?" dylan muttered slowly and only faintly in Maria's ears.

"Why, Om?" ask Mary astonished.

"It's nothing. Now I'm asking you, Miss Maria? Do you like that guy?" dylan asked with a serious look at Maria.

Maria shook her head slowly. "No."

"If you don't like that guy, why don't you just refuse your engagement?"

"Oh, Om Udin is forgetful or what the hell? Kan, Maria has said that Daddy's order can not be refused," Maria replied with annoyance. 

Dylan paused for a moment thinking about how to cancel Maria's engagement to the man.

"Let's wait a few more days, I'll help you get off that engagement" Dylan said.

"really? How's it going, Om?" asked Maria who looked very enthusiastic because finally there was someone who was willing to save her from the match.

"I'll think about it. Once I get the way, I'll tell you, for sure" Dylan said.

Maria rolled her eyeballs. "Yes', Om. Maria thinks Om has an idea to save Maria."

"I'm just asking for a few days to think about it carefully, Miss Maria."

"Ah, whatever Om. Mary has resigned," said Mary as she lowered her head to the ground.

Dylan grabbed Maria's bowed face and finally they looked at each other.

"Hey, Miss Maria, Daddy Marcello's favorite daughter. Don't be sad like that, it'll get worse."

"Did, Om!"

"Here, where's your bike key?"

Dylan extended his hand to Maria with a warm smile.

"Make what, Om?"

"Today I have free time and free time I will dedicate to Miss Maria Silvana Alexander, the beloved daughter of Daddy Marcello Alexander who is upset due to being betrothed by his own Daddy," said Dylan while chuckling softly.

"Ish, Om mocked Maria, huh?"

"Sorry, I'm just kidding." Dylan got up from his seat then again extended his hand to the girl.

"Here, where's your key?"

"Now, Om."

After getting the key, Dylan grabbed Maria's tiny hand and led her to the spot, where Maria parked her favorite motorcycle.

Maria smiled as she looked at Dylan's burly hand, which was now clutching tightly to her hand. He seemed to have forgotten the problems he was facing.

Upon arriving at the place, Dylan released Maria's hand and opened the box, the helmet storage. Dylan grabbed the helmet and put it on.

Whether because he was used to it or indeed his face had begun to be immune, Dylan put the Hello Kitty patterned helmet on his head without protesting or muttering as usual.

"Come, Miss!" take Dylan and put the other helmet on Maria's head.

Maria was again fascinated to see Dylan's attitude so sweet. He did not even stop to smile a sweet smile on his face.

Maria immediately sat down behind Dylan then wrapped her hands around the man's six pack belly. When Maria was happy because of Dylan's attitude, she suddenly remembered the man's status.

"Eh, Om Udin. If Om Udin's wife sees us walking together like this, won't Om's wife be mad at me?" maria asked worriedly and began to stretch her arms from Dylan's six-pack stomach.

Dylan chuckled softly then pulled Maria's arm, for the girl to tighten her embrace again.

"No one will be angry" he replied.

"Well, how could that be?! Ih, lest what Clara says be true again" cried Maria.

Instead of tightening her embrace, Maria kept her distance from the man. He retreated a few cents back and created a distance between himself and Dylan.

"What did your best friend say about me?" dylan asked while linking his two eyebrows together.

"Say Clara, Om's wife is more than one, there may be two, three or four. That means Om Udin is Playboy, right? And maybe I'm your next target! Oh, no!" cry Maria with round eyes.

"Hush! Why are you guys gossiping about me that bad? I have a wife of two, three, four or five, right?! Let alone two, three, four and five, not yet!" pissed Dylan.

"Huh? B-but, Om used to say that Om was married and had three children?" peekit Mary.

"I'm sorry for lying to you" Dylan said, chuckling.

"Truly, Om seriously?!"

"Yes,"

"Here, where's the ID? Mary does not believe!" Mary extended her hand to Dylan.

"Heh, Miss. If we keep arguing here, when do we walk?!"

"Hhhh, yes! Alright,"

Maria resigned, then brought her body closer to Dylan and hugged him tightly.

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