Royal Heir

Chapter 4

Heard his assistant's words of confidence. Reyyan snorted in disbelief. If it wasn't Arkan, his face would have been battered.

Tracks.

Reyyan grabbed the paper bag and threw it violently in front of Arkan.

"If you want, take it. Get it out of my sight" he said before returning to his job.

Arkan looked at the paper bag and then saw his boss back.

Not bothering his boss's job. And back to complaining, which of course. He didn't win, though,

Arkan grabbed the paper bag and took it with him back to his study. That's the secretary's room, Reyyan Ferdinand, right in front of this room.

After Arkan's departure with the door closed.

Reyyan Ferdinand placed a pen on the paper in front of him. Then, cupped his face with both hands and let out a tired sigh there.

Today is the second matchmaking meeting. Where everything is cancelled. Or rather, he ran away.

But it's impossible for tomorrow. It won't end if he doesn't budge this time.

Reyyan was tired. He was just contacted by Grandpa. The mastermind of the matchmaking meeting that he very much avoids, aka he hates it.

Reyyan's grandfather, Mr. Ferdinand Frederick. Contacting Reyyan with all his ultimatums he threw to threaten a Reyyan Zeki Ferdinand Frederick. Where the blood of rebellion flowed within him. Like his grandfather, Mr. Ferdinand Frederick.

A few days ago in New Berlin, Germany. In the company,

Looked at the middle-aged man, who still looked fresh with his body like athletic despite holding one stick. Was staring at the sharp squealing to a man much younger than himself. Behind the desk and grapple with the file in front of him.

The middle-aged man sat on the large sofa that was in the room. Where this used to be the room. Before he passed it on to his grandson.

See it? How skillful he was in ignoring and ignoring this grandfather.

'I hope he doesn't forget. If the gene she got was from me,'

Sighs. That's what he kept doing for a few minutes and then he got here.

"I'm sure you really need a woman." To take care of you. Look at how you work really crazy. Not morning not night. He's a workaholic. I wasn't like that before.

"Grandfather is right and I can get them easily." The answer is polite without seeing the other person.

"Stop playing Reyyan Ferdinand! You need a descendant."

"Me or grandpa!?"

Cccc...

Mr. Ferdinand's name is often greeted. Urged furiously to the granddaughter who was in front of him now.

"Maybe your age can still be married 10 or 12 years into the future. But don't you love this old man! Who wants to weigh a baby." choose not to care and benefit the content of his desires.

"Colder cake...! Grandpa could marry again. No one is banning grandfather here. Grandpa knows!" The man rested his back to the back of the chair. Look at his grandfather and smile amusedly.

'Good-grandson.' His anger in the heart.

It was very desirable for him to throw this little flower fitting into his hard head.

He stood up.

"Just clear your schedule and come to the place written there. Or grandfather will drag you there, "The old man threw a piece of paper on the glass table in front of him. As you stand up.

The man named Reyyan chuckled amusedly.

"What a threat! Grandpa knows it doesn't work for me,"

"Let's see. And next don't blame your grandfather. When you wake up in the morning. There's your future wife in bed with you. Complete with multiple cameras ready to capture your images."

Reyyan nodded in understanding. But not care. He pulled the tip of his lips forming a vile smile.

The matchmaking? A wedding!Fuck'em. He doesn't like both. Living in a bridle. Not himself.

"False grandson! I swear you fell in love with a girl to make you willing to die for her," The old man said before walking away from the black domiciled room.

"Oh thank you cake. But it's not gonna happen. Grandpa doesn't have to worry." Reyyan's reply further infuriated the grandfather.

Of love? I'm not going to fall for that. Enslaved by him? That wasn't me. I control women and I don't need that word of love.

Just look at the many men and women who are crazy even willing to beg their partners because they are successfully enslaved by the word called 'love'. That.

A close example. Deniz. How he was enslaved by the word LOVE. They're a crazy couple.

Sleeping with a woman is not necessary. Catch that. So also to make his offspring, all he needs is whether or not he should be pregnant with his child and so far no one deserves to be like Ayla Beyza Princessa Okan Gokhan Emre. Baby New.

Remembering that, Reyyan's vision became empty.

Both beads of his eyes looked straight ahead sharp and cold but not with the contents of his head because there are two figures of small children who like to guerrilla in his brain even when he works.

He gave a thin smile. Derya and Zinia. Yep. Two boys who managed to steal his heart and attention.

Seeing them. He wants to have children quickly but there is no woman who is suitable for him.

The woman Deniz asked for? 1 Among 3 is not his type at all and 2 others. Only suitable to be a temporary lover is not for a wife who carries her child of Flederick.

Reyyan sighed and looked at his watch. Which turns out his daydream has taken him into the dark of night without him noticing.

Reyyan resumed work and came to a halt as the sound of his cell phone vibrating loudly nearby.

*****

It looks like an apartment building that cannot be said to be good. And can't be said bad. Maybe the simple word is very suitable. Especially with the contents of the balance held by an Alya Sadira.

"I'm really in trouble right now" lamented Alya who had just come out of the bathroom and was drying her wet hair. Using a white towel rectangular with a small size.

Alya had changed into a pajama shirt. Fine silk pajamas, salem colors, long sleeved and long legged.

He had just refreshed his body especially his mind. Of all the problems and the work is very tiring.

He had contacted Liana for permission to skip work. The one who was not getting permission instead got a barrage of Liana's nagging. Then he was immediately presented with a pile of files that came out of nowhere.

And, uh,

'This is how I am now, the body feels like it's going to crumble,'

"Hahh," Alya's tired sigh so stretched her body half-lying onto the sofa in the living room of her apartment.

Alya thought back to herself who was going to the office tomorrow. With Calia and Rendra also there from tomorrow.

I'm just not ready to meet them. Of course for various reasons.

'Calia would certainly not leave a chance to ridicule me. And Rendra, my heart and feelings are not ready to meet,'

"I should have thought about this from the beginning before acting. Who knows the future!" alya grumbled to herself.

Ting

Kegs

The sound of the doorbell that sounded suddenly made Alya's head turn automatically looking at the door behind her.

'It's late at night, who the hell!' her inner self after seeing the clock on the wall right before her.

Alya got up and stepped towards the door.

Can't Alya deny, if somehow the hunch is not good for this.