SECOND WORK

FALLING POOR?

Half an hour passed. Faintly, some compact people opened their eyes. Stare at each other and still try to digest what just happened. The condition of the Reporter's house has returned as usual. Confusion dominates.

The nobleman circulated his gaze. Looking for a figure that is not glazed.

"Degree! Style!" the man shouted in shock all the bodyguards were no exception Earthquake, Storm, and Katrina.

Not only Nobles, Leni and Yuna also called out, "Title! Style! The degree! Style!"

All eyes went around, looking for two figures whose whereabouts were unknown.

Not saying, the panicked face full of doom from the Earthquake and Storm accompanied the action he was about to take. Both men picked up their cellphones. Busy moving his men.

"Master, forgive us. But we have to get back to base soon" said the Storm full of regrets.

Yep! Visiting the home of Reporters who also have high security standards, Storm can not apply how it works. He and his men only focus on the family of Grace. The matter of guests having to pass the examination is no longer his authority.

The nobleman understood, nodded, agreeing to the Storm's request. With a heavy heart, he said goodbye to Journalists and Wibisa. Journalists immediately stopped the show. With his power, the middle-aged man gathered all his men to help search for the existence of Degree and Style. Nino and Sena's marriage ended in panic.

***

Elsewhere, Titles and Styles came to a realization. Equally surprised, finding themselves in a foreign place.

"Title!" Style flinched to find her husband tied up in a chair.

Beside the title, there was also a man who was also a prisoner. As with the title, the man whose head was closed sat with his hands tied back. A hole right in the nose seemed to provide a livelihood for the poor man.

Three well-built men, standing just behind the Titles and the other captives. Creating a Degree and Style increases alertness.

"Wake up, my dear sister?" randy asked, acting caring.

The couple looked over. They squinted. Trying to guess where the man's game is going. Candana Group is definitely the answer. But what was their relationship with that foreign man whose head was shut. Style and titles are thinking about it.

Not wanting to waste any time, Randy throws some files. Falling right in the lap of Gaya. Randy sits in front of Styles with a shitty gig.

"Sign! Make sure nothing is missed! I'll be kind, give you a chance to feel poverty. Don't forget to thank me." Randy laughed triumphantly.

Stupid, "I guessed it." Styles rose to stare at his cynical stepbrother. Throw the rough documents to the table. The style approached, slightly bowed the body then pulled the man's tie. "Free Randy. I'm not the little style you can bully. If you kill me, you won't get anything. I'm more sincere in diverting my wealth to the country than I am sharing it with you." Style rolled up his half brother's tie. Seems sorry. "Are you ready to be fat, Randy? Don't pretend to forget. The facilities you use, belong to the Candana Group," Gaya said in a soft but soft voice.

The force of patting Randy's cheek, the mocking aura of him grew. Style took off the man's tie. Step towards his seat.

"Free us! There's no point in you charming us! Don't play around with Anugerah Group! I warned! You know, they can do everything. Maybe even heading here! Remember that! My bodyguard never gives mercy!" threaten the title of listening.

Randy's jaw hardened, both hands clenched. A few seconds later, however, he grinned.

"You shut up! Your job here is just to watch and regret your conversation!" randy Snaps on Degree.

One of the men who stood behind the Degree, grabbed the rough hair of the Degree. Degree forced look up. Other strapping men put on brown duct tape. The title is not allowed to speak.

Flabbergasted style. Staring intently at his half-brother. Approaching Randy, almost strangling him. "Why did you involve him! Isn't your business just with me? Let him go, or I'll use my power to teach you a lesson!" gertak Gaya with blazing eyes.

Randy tried to escape. The man began to realize, Style is not as weak as he thought. Randy can catch one weakness in his half-sister. The presence of the title there was more than just a spectator.

'I'll test. How strong is your love!' randy murmured in his heart. Randy smiled obliquely.

"Still not signing? All righty! Enjoy show! I'm sure after this you'll consider it" attacked Randy.

DOR'S!

DOR'S!

Two shots on target hit the forehead of one of the captives. Body Shaky style. His blood flow stopped. Slowly she turned to her husband. Looks relieved because it's not the title that was shot. Nonetheless, Randy's actions that took the lives of others inflamed Gaya.

Just as surprised as the style. The title looked at the man next to him. The position is helpless with blood pouring out. Success shrinks the guts of the Degree.

"Randy! I know you're not a good man. But I didn't expect you to be this bad," Gaya snarled, her voice almost stifled.

Randy laughed, blowing his gun. Staring at a paltry style. "Aren't you curious about the guy I just finished?"

No need to wait for orders. Randy's men removed the head covering of the man believed to be dead.

DEG!

Style and Degree stared at Randy pushyly. He turned his eyes back to the poor man. As if comparing something. There is a resemblance between them. Degrees and styles exchanged glances. The brains of the couple were again made to think.

"He's my real father! The jerk who cheated on my mom. Now you know why. Why did you give you so much treasure! But not to me and Saka. Even though you're a bastard, you're Danu's son." Randy smiled bitterly. "I don't care! I was born and live in the Candana family! Candana Group should fall into my hands! I could kill my own father! Especially you! It's so easy!" Randy puts his gun to Gaya's head. Even with his men. Put two guns at once right on the right and left side of the head. "Do your duty!"

Unmoved style. Another reality in his family made the woman shaken. Not expecting, his family was so complicated. Style tears fell unstoppably as both of Randy's men pulled the trigger. Ready to put a bullet in her husband's head.

The title shakes, but it's free. Style knows Randy. Not wanting anything bad to happen, Gaya grabbed the documents on the table. Prepare to sign. Makes Randy so happy.

Styles staring at Randy full of revenge. Her first sheet made the woman almost to the brink of patience. "Don't you just want Candana Group? Then what is this? You want Style too? Aren't you too greedy, Randy?"

Tears of Falling Style. The business he pioneered from zero was also targeted by Randy.

Randy pulled one corner of his lips, "I told you so. I want you to live poor. Just do it or...?" Randy swung his chin towards the title. Making Style follow the direction of his view. "You're gonna lose the man you love so much."

Neither Degree nor Style are helpless. The title was still trying to shake his head. In vain! Without thinking anymore, Gaya put some of her signatures on the paper. Body Style Squeezing. Falling in. Memories of his struggles with Gaya's Style revolve like a videotape.

The title felt useless. Instead of being a protector, he became a weakness of Style. The swearing title would reclaim what should have belonged to Gaya.

"Thank you, my dear sister." Randy patted gently the top of the head Style."But I still have another surprise for you" continued Randy, smiling slylyly.

Styles staring at Randy full of hate. The clear liquid is getting heavier, passing through the cheeks, making a river.

"It looks like after this you'll regret your decision, Gaya. The man you saved with all the treasure you had even let you down."

Randy put the laptop on the table, in front of Style. Playing a video that looks familiar to the title.

DEG!

The style of shutting his mouth, his cries broke just like that. The Conversation of Degree and Danu made Gaya so hurt. Amidst Gaya's helplessness said, "Let me finish him off!"

Randy smiled, "I grant you your request!"

Randy gives his gun to Gaya. Without a doubt, the woman grabbed him.

DOR'S! DOR'S! DOR'S! DOR'S!