
"What's my fault with them?" Ringis Lisha with cheeks that return in a barrage of tears. Lisha tried to stand up, confirming the position of her seductive bathrobe open on the thigh.
With an empty view, as well as pain all over the body. Lisha kept walking gontai out of nowhere to go. Lisha was alone in the middle of the pitch-black night, only the dim light of the lights along the way accompanied her during her stride. While the weather began to cloudy, making the moon did not dare to appear.
"Mom, Casey ... Where are you guys?"
The pain was as if Lisha was no longer feeling, not even Lisha was able to wipe the fresh blood flowing from her forehead. His mind was only on his mother and sister.
Although the light rain started to fall, Lisha continued to drag both her legs to step up. Lisha started to shiver as well as feeling the pain in her injuries that were splashed with rain water.
Lisha paused for a moment while holding her forehead which felt so heavy. The heavy feeling made Lisha no longer able to withstand the weight of her body, until finally fell on the sidewalk with a terrible situation.
***
Next morning.
In a suite room located in the largest and most luxurious hotel in the city. The hotel under the name Stewart Gold, which is under the Stewart Group, with the CEO characterizing the hair as well as the cruel and cold nature. Who else would the CEO be if not Ansel Stewert.
Ansel woke up with a facial expression that showed shock at his current state. How not to be surprised. She wakes up naked with a mattress that shows blood that can explain what happened last night.
"Gosh, the one girl I never found. And now that one man is growing, what is my fault with you, Lord?" said Ansel frustrated. (eh, spoiler conflict nih)😱
The scene last night, now revolved in his head like a movie that aired in theaters. While the look on Lisha's face and screams were in pain, making her feel even more guilty.
Ansel had indeed turned cruel and arrogant, but his good side, which had been hidden, could come at any time. Especially when remembering the same incident he had also experienced before.
Now, Ansel squeezed his coarse hair, until the long hair looked very messy. Even so, Ansel remained handsome with his disheveled self.
Ansel grabbed his phone on the nightstand, then called Assistant Deon to pick him up at the hotel. Afterwards Ansel got out of bed, headed to the bathroom to clean himself up. Once done, Ansel opened the closet, picked up a work wear suit and immediately paired the outfit quickly and in a hurry.
In the car.
"Have you found it? He's at the Mansion, isn't he?" Ansel asked worriedly.
"Miss Lisha didn't return to the Mansion, Taun. But, I've ordered the bodyguards to look for Miss Lisha. I sent you an email with a cctv video at the hotel last night to Mr.'s cell phone." Obviously Assistant Deon while staying focused on driving.
Hearing that, Ansel immediately opened his phone. Then focus on watching the video that Assistant sends to his phone. Her guilt increased when she saw how fragile Lisha was walking in the hallway of the hotel.
A moment later, Ansel clenched his hand with a facial expression that was so frightening. "Deon, I don't want to see these two receptionists living quietly. I want to see both of them unable to walk not only physically, but also their jobs and families."