Royal Heir

Chapter 9

One eyebrow Reyyan raised. As both beads of his eyes stared at the researching woman in front of him.

Black hair thick wavy. Long pass through armpit. White skin clean teasing. But not with that face. Maybe because the makeup polish is very very thick.

And Reyyan hates women whose beauty is visible from make up. Although not wrong make up. But it's too thick. Even his cheeks were like someone had run out in a corner. So too with the strange colors above the eyes. Not to mention eyebrows like lizards that want to jump.

Reyyan stared at it amusedly as well as goosebumps. He asked so. Which man would love this woman, except she's a blind and stupid man for that one word, Love. It could have been.

When throwing away the face no longer continue the activity of looking at the woman in front of him. Unintentionally the corner of Reyyan's eyes caught something. On the skin of the neck and shoulders of the woman in front of him. At that moment he snorted in disgust.

'Isn't that supposed to be made up, in that red mark on her neck and shoulders?' Reyyan shook his head in disbelief. But it's none of his business either. I don't know why it bothers him so much.

"Hey you. Listen, don't people talk?" Zuria's jerk was getting irritated.

"Then what should I do? Facing a noisy woman like you?" Sinis Reyyan is lazy.

Zuria glared, her mouth open gaping. I can't believe what he just heard.

Zuria regretted, no. Deeply regretting a few seconds ago greatly admired the good looks of this man. In fact, the nature of this man is very inversely proportional to his appearance. His attitude was zero.

"Like me you said. If you forget, I can sue you,"

Half a smile was etched from Reyyan's lips. He smiled mockingly

"Do you know about the law? And if you have to sue, shouldn't it be me?"

"Are You Crazi?"

"Not me, but you!" Reyyan rebutted in a tone of ridicule while lowering her gaze to stare at the road beneath her feet.

By necessity. Zuria followed the gaze of the man before her.

Zebra.

Zuria groaned stifled.

'Should he be more ashamed than this? Ckk, ''c,'

Is not this called humiliating yourself. Or it can be called also. Gun eat sir.

Zuria raised her gaze looking at the damn man in front of her. By throwing away his shame.

For a few minutes the two exchanged a glance. Zuria stared with an annoyed look while the man looked at Zuria with an amused look, holding back a laugh.

'Is this guy asking her to look at him? Wait for...What is with ...Wasn't he holding back a laugh? Something funny about my face! This guy ckck,'

Reyyan let out a heavy sigh and decided to take a look at the two. A forced smile fell on his face before he said.

"First. There's an important thing I should do right away rather than face you woman. And the second one. See how many times, I'm not interested in you. The point and it's a pity. You're not my type at all. Especially the color of your eyes. I don't like," Reyyan explained at length indifferently and lazily.

Reyyan moved from the presence of Zuria. Walked to his car, which was parked originally on the shoulder of the road. Leaving Zuria with her confusion.

Reyyan opened the car door. And before getting in the car, put his ass behind the steering wheel. Reyyan turned to look at Zuria for a moment and spoke.

"Message me! Next time learn how to cover up last night with your man. Like your perfect way of polishing your face" Reyyan advised before getting in the car.

Zuria.

The previous word was still jubilant on her pretty head. And the next word successfully made a Zuria Argantha confused.

'Polishing face? ... Covering an ex-man last night?... What max... Ud...His, ' Zuria stammered when she realized what the man had meant to say.

While one hand was holding a red almost blue mark on his neck and on his collarbone. Because he wears a slightly open shirt, which shows both his shoulders. Sure oes. This thing will be seen.

Half conscious. Zuria looked at watching the car with a brand that was completely unfamiliar to her. BMW Gran Lusso Coupe Grey Color. Lost from before him.

Zuria looked at the car that was pitching in front of her eyes blankly While her mind was elsewhere.

'Cola was in a hurry earlier and my brain was thinking about my two best friends. I forgot this fact. And that fucking guy sucks out of nowhere. Counseled me. Complete was my bad luck today.' Zuria groaned in her heart.

"Wait..." Zuria gasped when she realized something. He stopped the movement of his legs, who wanted to get into the car.

"So what did he say? " Zuria tried to recall Reyyan's last words.

'You're not my type, ' as if Reyyan's voice helped make a Zuria easy to remember.

"Damn it!... Indeed who would wish to be your type of jerk," Shouted Zuria. While shaking his waist looked at the back of Reyyan's passing car.

"I didn't even expect that, this ishhhh is very annoying," Rutuk Zuria was annoyed with holding back her anger, not to go up.

Zuria groaned before then stepping into the car.

Brakhc.

Zuria's car door slingshot.

"Not the type? Wh who?Me?!" Oceh Zuria still did not accept Reyyan's words. As soon as his ass landed on the chair.

"As much as I like it,"

Zuria gripped the steering wheel of her car before turning it on.

Her white face turned red as it held back the vexation to the man she had just met today.

"Ohhh..." Dengus Zuria's.

"I hope I don't see that fucking guy again. It's first and last, "I'm upset.

Seconds next. Zuria regained consciousness that she was too late.

Ckckk.

"remarkable. I even forgot my delicious morning coffee,"

"And great today. I got a punch from the shitty guy I just met today. Amazing, huhhh." Zuria's sigh was upset at the end of the sentence.

"It's very annoying, no. Today was a really bad day for me. What dream did I try last night. Can you meet a shitty guy like him? And I really hope I won't see that guy again. Any part of the earth,"

"Fuck and obnoxious guy, I asked who his girlfriend was. Of course I feel the same as him. Same crazy. Yeah, that's true. Cause if I ever see that guy again. I don't know what crazy thing I'm gonna do to that guy. But one is clear. I will reply, because I have dared to make my mood today to be bad, just look," Gerutu Zuria while speeding her car.

What's wrong isn't he? Cross with origin. He didn't even intend to apologize. What happened to the Zebra Cross? Someone could just...

Aishh.

'This is really shitty. And what's more annoying is. I'm the wrong one here and can't dwell.'

"I think the decision to never meet that man again was the right thing." Nodding Zuria justified her own words.

Seconds next. Again Zuria cursed in annoyance.

He didn't accept this. Her name was Zuria, and she would never admit that she was wrong. Especially with a guy that thick. It won't. It never will.

"What do you mean?!" It was Ferdinand's voice. Reyyan's grandfather was also the Chairman of his Giant Company.

The clock is at 4:30 Zurich-Swiss time.

Reyan was with his grandfather. 30 Minutes have passed.

Black eye beads as dark as night. Pitted against the bead of blue eyes as deep as the ocean.

Reyyan looked at the old man with a body that was still fresh like a middle-aged man.

The room is a milky chocolate, with two different men of very distant age and have the same DNA. Mutually glanced before the heavy sighs coming from the old man in front of Reyyan decided on his second glance.

Reyyan. How many times does he think he. He would always be envious of the man before him at this moment.

Youthful even though his age has passed 70. The bead of blue eyes as deep as the ocean was exactly like a person's eye bead. Yep. Everything in this old man was on him except that eye bead.

Maybe it's one of the types of women he likes. He has an eye like his grandfather.

"Go out of your objections and grandfather hope this time is no reason to refuse the meeting," Ferdinand's cold voice and Ferdinand's casual gaze. Break the silence in the room.

Reyyan took a deep breath before answering Ferdinand.

"I want to be like Grandpa!"

Ferdinand fused his two eyebrows together.

"You mean you want to be single for life? That's not an idea I want to hear Serhan!"

Ckcc.

'Serhan?'. Reyyan clucked in dislike after throwing his gaze to the side.

Yep. Grandpa's nickname to Reyyan is Serhan. From Reyyan was born until Reyyan turned 12, and after. Reyyan forbade his grandfather, calling him by that name. The reason, because he was already big and another one, he did not like the name.

Heard Grandpa recalling the name, which he had not heard in a long time. Reyyan groaning.

"Reyyan grandpa. Please forget that name," Pinta Reyyan who was almost like an order.

Ferdinand poked his lower lip indifferently, unconcerned.

"alright. Let's negotiate. Accept the match this time and I will forget that name. If you don't want to..."

"I stick to my grandfather. No negotiations or anything. But I have another idea for grandpa, who knows this makes grandpa happy. That's if Grandpa approves of it, too,"

This time Ferdinand looked at Reyyan seriously.

"What is it," he asked half-curious.

"I want to find a woman like my grandfather. Just to give birth to my son. How's Flederick's descendant?"

Heard the idea that Reyyan put out his grandson. Ferdinand sneered.

"Indeed what happened to living Serhan's household! You are young and besides you need a family of my grandchildren. Don't imitate your grandfather,"

Reyyan turned his face to the side before then he slid his back against the back of the sofa. He looks tired. More into the conversation now.

"I don't like Cake. I like it like it now. I love my life as it is now. Not complicated and unfettered, the point is I don't need a family name,"

"Your reason isn't that son? You just haven't found someone you love crazy. Because that is also why Grandpa chose himself until the age of now. Grandfather loved her very much, always and forever," Ferdinand's weak voice when recalling his beloved.

Reyyan doesn't know much about Grandpa's past. But that only surprised him. Because he knows. There was no one to talk about the woman Grandpa loved and it was like a strict ban. Both in the family and in the company. What really happened.

Reyyan looked at Serious Ferdinand.

"What does it have to do with Emre's family. More precisely Mr. Gokhan, sir,"

The one he knows. Grandpa was so obsessed with setting her up with her baby, Princessa Beyza.

Ferdinand saw Reyyan calm down. There was no change in his face.

"So what's your decision?" Ferdinand changed the topic. After a heavy breath.

Reyyan took a breath. He had guessed. It's not that easy to know.

'Maybe I should ask Mr. Gokhan, ' Inner Reyyan.

"Maybe that's what Grandpa said. I haven't found a woman that's going to drive me crazy. But I'm afraid women like that don't have cakes. So then... My decision remains as it was. Not to marry. And if grandpa..."

"Waiting you to marry the woman you love. Then it was Grandfather who became the ground first," Ferdinand continued cutting Reyyan's sentence.

"Grandfather said it himself" Typal Reyyan was innocent.

"The point is you reject this matchmaking and do not want any marriage talks remarried, right"

"I don't think that's possible, right?"

"You know the answer,"

"And grandpa knew my answer,"

"Blood is indeed thicker,"

"Grandfather admits,"

Ferdinand took a breath. He also cannot force it.

"I hope you don't pick women on the streets. You understand what I mean,"

"Only one woman deserves to give birth to a Flederick. Before someone messes up, "Reyyan insinuates his Grandpa for his nullity of his marriage to his Baby, Princessa.

Ferdinand threw his face away.

"From the beginning he wasn't for you Son?" Weak Ferdinand.

"Forget over. Remembering that. I want to take it back for me. Either way," Reyyan said as he stood up and looked at his watch.

"I have to go" he said again.

Ferdinand looked up at Reyyan.

"Is the conversation over? Grandpa hasn't given you an answer yet,"

"Why do I know Grandpa's answer,"

"Did Grandpa have a choice?" Decak annoyed Ferdinand.

Reyyan chuckled amusedly.

"I'm gone" Pamit Reyyan before turning around and waltzing away from the room, which looked spacious enough to be about the size of a workspace.