NOT VIRGIN BLOOD

20 Million

Namira just got home from the ATM. He took five million for extra money. So the total supply of escape now there are 20 million.

The woman slightly breathed a sigh of relief because until this moment Saga never had a problem about the money he took. Saga impressed the bodo period if it concerns the material.

It's just that Namira is now less free because Ivan often contacts him. Namira has to be a cat. Sometimes he goes to the bathroom just to pick up Ivan's phone. All of that is certainly very life threatening Namira even though Ivan never showed his face again.

"This money isn't enough, but I have to keep running as fast as I can before Ivan gets any bolder."

Namira was determined that he would run away tomorrow morning.

He would not bring anything in the house except money and some clothes he had neatly packed in a small suitcase that had been hidden away.

While on the other hand, Saga was sitting restlessly in her work chair. Somehow he felt a bad feeling, but Saga could not guess what was going on at the moment.

"Sir, are you okay?"

Damar reprimanded when he noticed his boss like people were not okay. Something must have happened to Saga, he thought before venturing out to ask.

"Do you have a problem? Today you are not as usual. You tend to look restless, "Damar said again.

"I'm not good enough, Damar. There's something stuck in my brain."

"Is this about Miss Namira again?" ask Damar carefully. Hearing the name called Saga flicked half her shoulders, annoyed.

"Who else could have made me this way but him! Lately I've been feeling a bit strange Namira. He often receives calls out of nowhere, and when he picks up the phone, he must always stay away from me."

After hearing that, Damar also understood the main problem that made Saga nervous.

"Who did you ask who the phone was from?" ask Damar carefully.

Saga shook her head slowly. Damar guessed that the man would answer that.

"You should ask Sir. At least if you hear the reason directly from Miss, you can be a little quieter than guessing like this."

"I can't ask because I gave him freedom from the start! Where would I put my face if I asked like that?"

"Hm. What if the person on the phone is the father of the baby girl? Isn't this your step forward?"

"But I still can't. My pride forbids me to do it," Saga murmured. He himself was also upset why he had such a big prestige.

"Then, how about you prepare a spy? With spies you can keep an eye on Miss's activities when there's no you."

"Sooking?"

"Yes, Sir. By hiring a spy you can control Miss Namira's whereabouts without having to destroy her prestige. Isn't that easier?"

"Is it worth it to do something like that? The effect is I'm like a kepo guy who likes to interfere."

"Follow meddling is natural because she's your wife. Since the beginning also Miss herself who invites you to play secrets, is not it?"

Saga nodded without being able to dodge.

"Hmmm. May also be your proposal. Then you prepare one spy. Assign him to follow Namira's activities outside the house" Saga said.

"Good, Master!" Damar answered alacriously.

Come to think of it all this time Saga was too liberating for Namira's life. She can go anywhere without permission.

Maybe it was also what made Saga disappointed because she believed too much in the fox-hearted woman. You say Saga is rather possessive and strict, maybe Namira will not be impregnated by another man.

"Hopefully with the spy present I can find out who the father of your baby is, Namira." Saga clenched his two hands. Looking back, pervading what happened, it felt like he wanted to kill Namira and the man.

Not long after, Damar who had gone in and out of the Saga room several times back in again.

"Sir, I've gotten a professional spy to follow Miss."

"Good," said Saga cuek. His eyes were busy staring at the screen and checking the data reports he had in hand. He matched them one by one so that there was no difference.

Despite being ignored, Damar continued to explain. Trying not to care about the indifference that Saga threw.

"The spy said that Miss hasn't been out of the house all day. He then volunteered to tap Miss's phone to make it easier to see Miss's real activities. Are you interested?"

"No need," replied Saga casually. To be honest he also did not want to cross the privacy restrictions of Namira. Hiring a spy in his opinion was already outrageous enough for him.

"Not doing anything. Just follow Namira's activities, and make sure to report to me if you find any strange gestures on that woman."

"Good, Master! Then excuse me."

Damar left the Saga room. The man leaned his head back after that.

"What would happen if the family knew that the child was not my child? Will I be removed from this post?"

A heavy feeling squeezing the chest. Saga took a deep breath, eyes closed for a moment while thinking about the bad possibilities that happened to him later.