The Beautiful Revenge

The company's birthday

The days just keep passing.

It doesn't feel like Madam Amilia's corporate birthday is finally here. All preparations that must be prepared are available.

And now, in a different place.

Freya looks only silent when she is currently being treated by a professional fairy. Her face is sweet and graceful, only need to be given a thin riasana.

“Nona ..., my goodness you are so beautiful ...,” the amazed gaze of a professional fairy, inexplicably can make Freya feel familiar with that response.

“Thank you, you are also beautiful.”

“Yeah ..., whose grandson is this? why is it so beautiful?”

“Madam, am I not your son?”Surprisingly Freya, Madam Amilia once said that Freya was her son, maybe because Madam Amilia as I remembered her son's face when she saw Freya. In addition, Madam Amilia was afraid that someday, Freya would ask a lot about her mother.

“It looks like people will trust more if I say you're my grandson. Then come my dear grandson, we welcome the guests.”

Madam Amilia has made sure that this event will run smoothly. He invites important people. Madam Amilia also closed public access to spread news about her grandson, she was worried if the news reached the country A.

Even if they find out, Madam Amilia has prepared her backup plan so that those people can't take Freya away from her. Except Freya who really wanted to leave because of something.

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In a different place.

George had just woken up from his sleep, he saw that Donald was carrying the clothes he had to wear for an important event today.

“What time?”

“Now at half-seven p.m., maybe the show will start soon. Do you want to miss this event sir?”

George was lazy to attend events that he found very satisfying, only he had no choice to attend.

If anyone else could he miss, but not with Madam Amilia's. Not because George was afraid, it was because of his debt to the woman.

Unfortunately, because of an incident the woman became very hate him. He had to endure a mistake he never made.

“I heard if later there will be an announcement about Madam Amilia's grandson? do you know who it is?” ask George directly.

“There is no information whatsoever about it, the personal data of the granddaughter of the mistress of Amilia also does not exist, as if its existence was deliberately to be kept secret.”

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At the party.

As Madam Amilia had once guessed, her grandson was so beautiful that it came to the attention of many eyes that were here. Awe-inspiring and adoring gazes emerged from their eyes one by one.

“Do I look ugly Madam? why do they see me without even blinking?” ask Freya who feels weird about it.

“You are so beautiful, baby. They are now feeling fascinated because of your appearance, where there is a woman as beautiful as this is said to be ugly.”

For the businessmen or officials present here, they did not expect to see the soft side of a Madam Amilia.

Madam Amilia is notoriously cold and untouchable, she is also irritable and tempramental. But just when he was with his grandson, he seemed to be a different person at this time.

“You must love your granddaughter very much,” said business partner Madam Amilia.

“Sure, I really love him very much.”

Just now Madam Amilia would order her subordinates to expel them. Someone who was suddenly of concern all just appeared.

A handsome man in a black suit that perfectly matched his current appearance. The man also looked indifferent cold and untouched.

George.

The man who is everyone's attention.

“Freya,” says George without a sound.

George had no idea that he would meet the person he had been looking for all this time here. The woman looked even more graceful and beautiful, with her bright peach dress.

“She Anaya Mr. George, my grandson.”

The words of Madam Amilia made George astonished and incredulous. If indeed the person in front of him was Anaya whom Madam Amilia said it was, how could it possibly be that similar.

Even identical twins have a slight difference. George, who would secretly be watching Freya, could see that there was no difference from the woman before him.

“She's your granddaughter?”

“Yes, he rarely we expose for security.”

Madam Amilia does not know if George knows Freya. Because he thought that George was very busy and unlikely to meet Freya even if they were one country at that time.

“Is she so pretty in your eyes that you can't distract her from her?” the scathing insinuation deliberately came out of Madam Amilia's mouth.

“Very beautiful, even I want to marry her soon and have many children.” George's words were serious to him.

“You really like to joke yes sir, but thank you for the praise for my grandson,” said Madam Amilia who tried to be kind.

Although Madam Amilia hated George, she could not show her hatred in front of Freya or in public at this time.

“Since when did Mr George ever joke? I don't think he's a joking guy, do I?”

“Iya, I think so too. Maybe because it is true if Madam Amilia's grandson is very beautiful and also graceful.”

A lot of people were whispering, but George didn't care about it. He was a little in disbelief that the woman he knew could behave gracefully like that.

For some reason, something that had died now seemed to come back to life. Just by looking at the woman he was looking for, George seemed to return to normal.

“Lord George we excuse you, there are still many other guests we have to greet. If there is something you will need later, you can ask for help on one of the existing waiters.”

Madam Amilia went to take Freya.

For some reason, Madam Amilia did not like the look of George on his favorite grandson. Especially with the bad rumors about George who likes to change women to accompany him to sleep.

“You should stay away from him dear, he is not a good person we can approach. Don't forget, his identity is not a random person. Madam does not want if you will later be in danger.”

Freya who heard that only replied with that nod. There was a foreign feeling that suddenly appeared just like that, a familiar feeling with a feeling that Freya had never felt all this time.

“Who is that man? does he know me?” inner Freya.

In the end Freya continued to follow Madam Amilia who greeted her guests. While George was unceasingly holding back his annoyance and also his anger when so many men were staring at his woman with adoring gazes.

“Should I take their eyes one by one?” inner George with his facial expression as sour as vinegar.