
"Hari ini perbannya sudah bisa dibuka," lapor Vincent yang langsung membuat Brachon menghentikan langkahnya.
The information provided by Vincent of course refers to Queena who has been undergoing treatment for almost two months with a face covered by bandages.
"But the doctor said, his face may still be swollen in the next two to three weeks" Vincent said.
"I'll see it later," Brachon broke up after thinking for a while.
"All right!" Vincent reached into his cell phone to contact someone. Brachon continued his steps and entered a room.
Soon, Vincent had caught up with Brachon to enter the same room, and Brachon's assistant closed and locked the door. Vincent grabbed a few maps on the table, then immediately gave them to Brachon who was now standing while staring out the window.
"Immediately prepare a room for the Queen and the mansion. Because I want him to be taken to the mansion after the bandage on his face is opened." Brachon flipped through the file in his hand as he read it.
"It's too risky, if Queen is still in the hospital" Brachon continued.
"All right!"
"Do I need to get the handcuffs ready, too, just in case?" Vincent asked a little joking.aun it seemed like Brachon was not having a sense of humor, so the man even answered the sloppy Vincent with a sharp look as if he did not like it.
"Yes! I'm just kidding." Vincent muttered while returning to receive the finished file checked by Brachon.
"You've succeeded in taking out the old Mahardika?" Brachon's question then shifted the conversation.
Frans Mahardika is a business rival to Brachon Ley. Not an ordinary rival, because Frans Mahardika bagged some secrets about the dirty business done by Brachon.
Brachon's obsession to finish Frans Mahardika certainly feels passionate. But unfortunately, the old man seemed to have seven lives, because several times the assassination plans carried out by Brachon's men always failed.
Not to mention the child of Frans Mahardika who has high alertness and always knows when there are people who want to harm Frans.
"Frans will make a working visit to a city. I was just planning -" Vincent wasn't done, when suddenly his cell phone containing a complete plan to harm Frans Mahardika was grabbed by Brachon.
"All right! I don't need to explain" muttered Vincent a little annoyed.
"Let me know if you manage to kill that old bastard!" Brachon returned Vincent's phone rudely. The man then sat in the chair and immediately busy with a monitor screen in front of him.
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"Good morning, Miss Queen," the voice of the nurse greeting Queena in each woman opened her eyes, as if to make Queena's heart feel offended.
How not to be careless, if every morning when Queena woke up, he was just like a bunch of useless paralyzed man who could not even do anything but circulate his gaze left, right, right,then to the white ceiling.
Queena is desperate!
Why did Brachon Ley not just finish off Queena's life if indeed the man was afraid of Queena's testimony the other day about the murder committed by Brachon Ley to Bu Indah.
Isn't that better and easier than Brachon having to torture Queena like a prisoner like this?
Queena's tired!
Queena who was still struggling with her own thoughts suddenly felt her treatment bed move up in the head. Looks like the nurse who greeted Queena did it.
It's strange!
Slowly but surely, the position of Queena has now switched to half sitting.
Yes, the bright side is that Queena can enjoy other scenery and no longer the white ceiling view of the room that he always watched every time he opened his eyes.
There was a television screen, a long table with decorative bulls, then two sets of sofas and a set of dining tables. The room where Queena was treated turned out to be so spacious, and probably wider than the Queena house.
Hhhh!
Queena really misses home now.
Must be Mas Bagus knows and currently Queena's husband is trying to find Queena.
Queena was still struggling with her thoughts regarding Mas Bagus, when a sturdy body wearing a black shirt suddenly appeared in front of Queena.
Queena could immediately recognize that cold face!
Ley Brachon!
"Queen up! Sleep well?" Brachon asked as he removed his sunglasses. But of course this did not reduce the cold and cruel impression of Brachon's face.
And Queena hated this man in front of her.
"What do you really want!" Queena asked bravely.
And unexpectedly, Queena's voice seemed to have returned. The Queen could even hear her own voice. What that means is that Brachon and the people who were in this room also heard Queena's voice.
"Take me off, Brachon!" Queena snapped louder as if trying out her voice that disappeared a few days ago.
Whether a few days or a few weeks, Queena could not count it, because every day the two Queena neutrals were only treated to a view of the white ceiling, when it was open. Then pain in the face and upper body, each queen is awake.
"You're ruling me? No one would dare to rule over a Brachon Ley!" Brachon stared fiercely at Queena, after which the man slightly approached Queena who could not move much.
Ah, but Queena's voice is back. So Queena will just scream...
"Please!"
"Help me!!!" Shouted Queena with all her might that immediately made the Doctor who had been on standby in the room hurriedly take out a syringe filled with liquid.
"No need!" Said Brachon who immediately stopped the steps of the Doctor.
"Let her scream until her voice runs out. No one will hear or help him." Brachon smiled mockingly at Queena who looked angry.
"Let's yell again!"Brachon's next command was on Queena in a defiant tone.
"Why don't you just kill me, Ley?" Queena finally started to get frustrated.
"Why don't you kill me, if you're afraid your crimes against Ms Lovely will be exposed?"
"Bas a coward!" Queena's booing only made Brachon grieve, then the man approached Queena and gave a bullying look.
"Why should I kill you, if I can make you a fun toy?" Brachon's instantaneous whisper instantly made Queena freeze.
A fun toy?
What does Brachon mean?
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Timing before the Star crash trus amnesia.
Brachon Ley is the business enemy of Frans Mahardika.
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