Satuku Hand Husband

Invitation of Ex

Lenda Bachtiar looked down a bit embarrassed and tense because Mandala insinuated herself who peeked earlier.

They were in the private room of Mandala, which was located right next to the room used by Amadea earlier.

Mandala still put on a sour face while two Renda staff helped her remove the clothes she was going to wear on the wedding day.

Mandalas don't want those who help release. She wanted Renda herself to help her take off her clothes so the famous designer could see Amadea's lipstick on her neck.

"Have gone first. I want to talk to your boss. Lace, here!" Mandala exclaims.

Lace Bachtiar looked slowly forward while looking down as if he was about to face the executioner.

"Meirika met you, right? My why! You might just tell me if you don't pick up her phone, but I know her and know how she is. He must have come to your boutique, right? What say?" The mandala that was still standing stared intently at Renda.

The two staff who were asked to step aside earlier appeared to be standing behind the stocky body of Renda as if they wanted to ask for protection.

Those who are not accustomed to interact directly with Mandala and see her behavior when angry, would be shocked like this.

Mandala's sharp eyes, her heavy voice, her cold tone, her haughty gesture; really a complete package to make the mentally weak employee pee in fear.

Lace who used to always be relaxed when working on the design for this wedding because it is familiar with Meirika until back and forth in fear.

"My aircrafts Lace! I paid you from the beginning. Not Meirika. Do you know what he was up to last? Huh! Answer!" Mandala pretended to be angry. He knows the trick to lure people to be honest one of them is to semi-play mental fear like this in order to confess.

"No-no-no, sir. Meirika just asked why I was still working on the dress until it was finished, but she did not get married to you.

I-I just answered I don't know because I just follow my orders. T-but incidentally when you called me and told me to come here today because it would fit a shirt with the bride-to-be, Meirika was there, sir.

Meirika snatch my phone and loadspeaker. J-so he asked me to spy and tell him who your new wife would be replacing him."

Finally with a breath of hunting for holding back fear, Renda Bachtiar was honest as well.

Mandala wanted to laugh hearing all this. Laughter is satisfied because it turns out Meirika who had loved it was still curious about her life.

Oho! Didn't remind the woman when she visited him in the hospital after having her hand amputated? Yes, Meirika looked at him with a contemptuous look and then threw the ring Mandala gave her.

"We cancel everything. I don't want to marry a disabled person! I'm an artist, Mandala! I am shining and will be highlighted. Even if you are rich, it is not enough. We broke up!"

There was not even an affectionate call or a spoiled tone as usual if the matrealistic woman was asking for something expensive on her. Meirika uses formal language and her attitude is icy cold.

Now when remembering that moment, Mandala's heart is not sad or angry anymore. He actually felt it was funny because now Meirika was spying on him.

"Where's your phone! You secretly took a photo of Dea, right? Definitely it! I know Meirika must have asked for it. She was worried that there was someone more beautiful than her! Where!" Mandala seemed to be able to read that foul trick.

Lace down. He died a flea.

Damnit damnit! Why would a Mandala know!

"M-sorry, Sir. But Meirika threatened me to spread bad rumors about me. I rarely appear on TV. Meirika near the same top-ranking TV. I was afraid that my career would be extinguished because of Meirika.

So I asked my staff who helped Ms. Dea take off her dress to take her picture. T-but I'll delete the picture, sir. M-sorry." Lace answered terbat.

Mandala smiled triumphantly.

Nah! Right, right!

Mandalas have a sharp instinct and it is difficult to trust people.

The last person he believed in was Meirika. It was sweet said the woman. She thought Meirika really loved her. Uh, apparently...

"I-this, Sir. Just two photos. The one before changing clothes. The one that fits Miss Dea is already wearing her wedding dress." Lace with trembling hands showing chat with her staff.

Yes, the photo was directly sent to Renda's mobile phone.

Mandala eyes stunned also see Dea in this photo. He did not even pose and his picture was taken secretly. But an aura of beauty and elusive elegance emanated from her sweet face.

"Good photo. Don't erase. Send it to Meirika. He told you, right? Let him know first what my wife-to-be is as beautiful as.

I never shut up. I'm proud to have a beautiful, educated wife-to-be who doesn't care about my disability, isn't realistic." Mandala then laughed.

Lace is confused.

Ooh! He was angry, but now he was told to send a picture to Meirika.

Mandala's face looked relaxed now. Renda and two of her staff were still gawking while standing up puzzled by the drastic change in Mandala's attitude.

"What do you mean, sir?" Lenda was still holding her phone with a confused expression.

"Send the picture to Meirika. But don't tell me I told you to. Tomorrow Dea's face will be plastered everywhere. Let's just say Meirika was lucky to know first.

Have been there send keep helping me take off my clothes. Make sure the parts were overhauled to adjust my left hand." Mandala looked relaxed.

The inexhaustible lace could only gawk then quickly stored his phone and advanced closer towards the Mandala to help him take off his clothes.

The lace that had been somewhat relaxed now because Mandala was not angry anymore was made in shock again until the movement of her hand stopped.

Mandala put on a flat face. He knew very well why the once agile Lace helped him take off his suit so dumbass like this. Surely Renda's seen a lipstick stain on her neck.

"Good," muttered Mandala inwardly.

Her face wanted to smile triumphantly imagining how shocked Meirika would be once Renda reported about the lipstick stains.

"Why, Ren? How to stop." Mandala cleared her throat and twisted her body until she could clearly see the funny face of Lace.

"Non-not papa, sir. Just his white shirt got a little lipstick stain. W-but calm. I can take care of it later." Lace directly continue working again.

Mandala laughed softly. He raised his left hand so that his surgical wound was not rubbed off on the clothes that Renda had removed.

"Oh, must have been Dea. Sorry sorry, Ren. I'm the same Dea sometimes don't know the place. Understand again kasmaran and can not be impatient. We will soon be married." Mandala replied while laughing again.

Lenda can only pretend to laugh when his brain is circling thinking. "About this matter should not be reported is the same Meirika? He must be in shock!"

Mandala who was wearing her clothes again was furrowing eyebrows when Renda who had finished doing her job did not come out of her room like her staff.

"What else, Lace?" Mandala asked in a relaxed tone.

"No-no papa, sir. Just want it. Later at the wedding, Meirika was invited, right? Did you give him permission to come?

T-this isn't him telling me, though. Swear, Sir! I am alone out of curiosity." Lenda asked with his will.

Is Mandala going to invite Meirika?

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