Royal Heir

Chapter 12

"Your joke is very attractive girl! But because I'm still kind to women. Let me answer you," Alya pulled the tip of her lips forming a sinister smile upon hearing the man's words.

"Belcome? That's right," muttered Alya cynically.

'Men like you are nothing more than cowardly men and b**, ' Alya's inner self as she hears the sound of shoes clashing against the floor.

"Your color has been our target for a long time" he whispered right before Alya's ear.

'A!' inner Alya understood with the words of the man beside her.

Alya was not trembling or frightened at all. As the man spoke in his ears even stood beside him.

The step of the man who was a step away from her, could be heard by Alya.

His hearing acuity does not need to be tested again.

The man in the black suit. Standing right in front of Alya and staring at Alya from head to toe.

Alya smiled cynically realizing in the intense gaze by the man before her now. His eyes were closed, but not with his instincts.

"Better you take care of your eyes sir! If you still want her okay." Alya's voice threatened with her casual tone.

The man in front of Alya laughed. Followed by some other men there.

Alya sharpened her hearing. Heard how many men were around him.

Alya suddenly nodded in understanding which made the man before Alya look at Alya exasperatedly.

"of course. You're his potential fiancee and that style of speech. Indeed her style, arrogant, haughty and obnoxious was very confident. But girl! your confidence is useless now. How! Should I apologize!" the tone of ridicule was clearly heard in Alya's ears.

To make Alya snort cynically. Before that, he was surprised. When he remembered something, the words at the beginning of this man's sentence.

'What did he say? prospective fiancee? who's?me?'

"Sorry! what did you say? prospective fiancee? who's? me? with who?" tanyanya did not understand the intent of the man before her.

Tracked waist, that's what the man did. From what looks only his back.

A few other men behind him. Some are dark black, brown, to white and all of them have thick whiskers. From the posture of the body only in one look. You could say that people are paid perfectly.

Heard Alya's words. All the men there again laughed loudly, which made the room echo with the sound of their laughter.

"No, wait a minute. Can you open my blindfold first? this makes distress," asked Alya sincerely and without her thrashing against.

The laughter of the men there instantly stopped hearing Alya's request.

The man saw Alya long thought for a moment there. Before taking a sharp breath and telling his subordinates to remove Alya's blindfold.

"But you're brave too? He didn't choose you wrong. I think he's been counting on this too. You'll be our target,"

"ah! Relieved," Alya sighed in relief as soon as the blindfold opened and he could open his eyes freely.

"You said something!" alya asked relaxed. Because he really did not hear the words of a man who was tall and a little filled in front of him.

The man in front of Alya stuffed both of his hands into his pants pocket and stared at Alya intensely.

"Let me tell you. Being her fiance is not a good thing for you. Because besides me, there's a lot more out there. Who wants his life,"

"Why?" Alya ignored another sentence because he just wanted to know this. He doesn't even know who he's'he's the one they're referring to.

"What?" the man asked to see Alya. Didn't he say it clearly.

"Am I wrong? if he told you this?"

Alya turned even both her eyeballs.

"I asked why instead of answering. But never mind, it doesn't matter to me. But..." Alya paused her speech staring at the face of the man before her.

The man he could make sure was white and had a thick sideburn on both sides of his face.

"From now on you guys keepsss said he was. Who is he? Ah, one more. You said you were also potential fiancees. Wh who? me? wait..." Alya paused her speech when she saw some of the faces of the man before her that she was familiar with.

"Sounds you paid a fortune?" alya asked casually to the row of men standing behind the man who was in front of Alya.

The man standing in front of Alya turned to look back. Following Alya's view.

"Why? are you getting scared now? but take it easy, you're just bait to lure your fiancee. You just pray there, so that your fiancee is safe tonight or not die here,"

Alya raised her gaze, looking intently at the man before her. Seconds later Alya took a heavy breath while sitting straightening her shoulders.

"That's what I asked? didn't you kidnap people wrong, huh? prospective fiancee? sorry huh? but it's not me, I'm not..."

Srak.

Alya's words stopped along with her two eyes that rounded wide. When looking at a photograph of the man in front of him showing in front of his two eyes.

'What's this... Don't tell them,'

Alya turned her eyes to look at the man before her then looked back at the picture before her.

"It's not what it looks like there. Me and the guy you're talking about..."

"We'll just wait for her answer when she's here,"

"You lunatics! then what if he's not gonna be here?" Because he would never come here.

"At that time you have to hope that you'll be okay,"

Alya widened both her eyes. Not because of fear but surprised how his fate will be.

'And I'm here 'cause they think I'm her potential fiance? And it's all...'

Ckckck.

Alya snorted annoyedly.

'The color of my mouth's fault,'

Alya turned her eyes to look at the row of men there then looked back at the man before her.

"Are you mafia?" he asked with a little hesitation. Especially with the looks of the man before her at the moment.

The man before Alya turned his head to look at Alya sharply and intensely. It was very different from the look this man had given her earlier.

'Is he angry? because of that question,'

He admitted, his face was pretty good looking. Perhaps she could become the most expensive model or famous actor if interested in getting in there.

"Think of your fate, girl! one of your pretty fingers will be gone. If your future fiancee doesn't come,"