PRISONER CRUEL CEO

Chapter 46

“Thank you for the hard work, Miss. See you tomorrow.”

Slowly the door closed tightly, leaving Adelia alone inside her room with a cold sweaty fur that clearly drenched her forehead. Adelia heaved a sigh of relief with her body suddenly limp. The nervousness was able to make Adelia difficult to concentrate.

‘It feels so tired,’ Adelia sat down while biting her lower lip, ‘but I can't complain. Surely Mr. Demian has spent a lot of money just to pay a private tutor for me. I have to work hard to be able to pay for all the kindness Mr. Demian gave me.’

Adelia touched her chest. In there his heart beats twice as fast. He was very grateful, but also overwhelmed. And again, the side of his heart just kept missing the figure who had tortured him first.

Did he have an abnormality to the point of missing that cruel figure? Immediately Adelia shook her head expelling all the strange thoughts in her mind. The more here his heart continues to crave the presence of the cruel man, a figure who some days present in his dream while smiling sweetly to be able to make Adelia pounding.

“I must be crazy,” muttered Adelia squeezed both hands, “maybe now she is trying to find me to torture me again.” Slowly follow.

The woman was so late in her daydream that she did not notice the presence of the figure of the man who had entered the room with his flat face.

“Nona,” said he woke Adelia from daydreams.

Instantly Adelia flinched, looking up with wide eyes found the Demian confidant who was now standing firmly before her.

“You're fine, Miss?” The Herald asked, the figure of Demian's right hand in the underworld. The person who had always been in the mansion was watching and guarding Adelia at the behest of Demian, “Did you feel uncomfortable with your private teacher?”

Adelia quickly shook her head. He was very comfortable with the woman who became his private tutor. A gentle figure who is fluent enough in Indonesian to make Adelia not too difficult to just ask things that are difficult to understand.

Herald smiled faintly at that, the silence was back in control making Adelia again nervous and tense in place.

“Maybe Mr. Demian will arrive at the mansion tonight, Miss. So you can talk to him about the important thing you mean,” Herald broke the silence with a forward look without looking down at the interlocutor.

Both of Adelia's eyes blinked a few times. It felt like just yesterday she heard that Demian was so busy she couldn't see him.

“Su-rearn?” asked the disbelieving Adelia who only got a slow nod from the Herald.

Adelia smiled faintly. He couldn't wait to talk about his intention to work for Demian. Little by little he will pay the man and will probably save up to return to Indonesia.

Geck! Geck! Geck!

A knocking sound rang out from outside, making the two people in the room turn their gaze towards the door.

“Come in,” said the Herald allowed a figure outside to enter.

Slowly the door opened, revealing a middle-aged woman in the typical attire of a servant entering the room.

Adelia recognized the figure. The middle-aged woman who was the butler in the mansion.

“What's up?” The Herald asked still with his flat face staring at the slowly approaching figure and stopped the steps beside him.

The middle-aged woman did not reply, only on her tiptoes then whispered in the Herald ears which made the expression on the man's face slowly turn serious.

Adelia just kept quiet when she saw the Herald who now intends to come out, "excuse me, Miss." said.

"Yes," said Adelia looking at the backs of the two who were slowly disappearing from sight, "it seems like something serious is happening." murmured Adelia lowered her head and dissolved in her mind.

Outside the mansion.

The Herald stepped closer to the several men in black suits who were standing outside the entrance gate of the mansion. It seems to surround something that is out of nowhere.

"Herald," one of the large-bodied men raised his voice as he looked at the Herald who was slowly approaching and stopped his steps beside them.

The Herald's eyes narrowed suspiciously at the beautifully wrapped gift box lying on the ground, right before him now.

The Herald crouched down, grabbed the box and then opened the gold-plated ribbon that bound it. Shortly after the lid of the medium-sized box opened, there were some women-only luxury items neatly arranged in it.

"We only left for a moment the gate, but this box was already there after we returned. We also checked the cctv, only two men came out of the luxury sedan and put this box and left." explained one of the men in black, while the Herald was still silent staring intensely at the items in the box, reached out to grab a piece of paper tucked on the side in the box. Adjacent to high heels pink plated diamond granules.

Casandra Adelia's.

Herald was speechless with a frowning frown looking at the writing on the piece of paper in his hand.

Adelia.

It was the name of the woman currently inside his Master's mansion. But as the Herald recalled, Adelia's full name was not Casandra Adelia.

"Keep this thing in a safe place," the Herald looked at the female butler who was following earlier, then turned to look at the few men in black clothes before him.

"You guys tighten up the guard. I'll tell Mr. Demian this soon."

The men nodded their heads in understanding, immediately carrying out what the Herald said. The Herald grabbed a cell phone in his pants pocket calling his boss's number to tell him what was going on.

While elsewhere, Demian sighed softly with a gaze pointed out the glass wall of the five-star restaurant he was in, staring at the old figure watching him across the street.

Slightly glanced at the timepiece that was coiled around his wrist. It had been exactly one o'clock in the afternoon, it had been several hours since he had arrived there. He went around to and fro meeting with his business partners to avoid the figure who was following him at this time. But it turns out that figure did not give up.

'Why did Devian ask his people to watch over me? Does he intend to find out something and then use it to mock me?' inner Demian, incised the rank of her nose that felt pulsating.

It was the only thing that came to his mind when he realized the presence of his sister's subordinates. His twin brother is a nosy one.

Demian's gaze was fixed on his mobile phone vibrating on the table. Slowly reaching out to grab the flat object, frowning to see the name of his confidant on the screen.

"What's up, Herald?" ask Demian to the point.

"There's a mysterious box of dress and women's clothing in front of the mansion's gate, sir."

Demian's expression turned serious. Staring sharply ahead waiting for the continuation of the speech of his right hand.

"There's a piece of paper also that says To my Beloved Daughter, Casandra Adelia."

"I'll be there soon." Demian called the waiter with a signal to get closer.

"Good, Sir."

Tomorrow, at 13:20 local time.

A black Lamborghini Aventador car speeding across the road to the Salvatore Family private airport.

The emperor sat quietly in the seat beside the wheel. The man had not made a sound since his cousin picked him up in his sister's apartment, then took him without permission. Whether or not he would arrive, the Emperor did not know.

Suddenly, the phone in Devian's pocket rang making the man who was focused on driving it reach into the pocket of his black jeans in a hurry.

"Che cosa?" devian asked half annoyed.

(What?)

"....."

Both of Devian's eyes widened to hear the words of his subordinates across the phone.

"Fanculo!" as Devian cursed, making the Emperor flinch at his seat.

(Fuck!)

What happened to this cousin?