The Beloved Lady of Mr. Dama

Chapter 30

Alya sipped her drink and said, "Maybe she wants to relax as well as unwind like the others."

Luna mangosteen.

"Let's play some games," Luna asked.

Alya had no choice but to follow him.

They sit around a rectangular table. They play Truth or Dare.

Alya did not mind since long ago he had often played this game in school. He thought it was better to join them to blend in to get closer.

On the other hand, Tria came to a quiet corner, she immediately searched for someone's contact number and pressed the green button to make a call.

It took quite a while for him to connect the call. Obviously, the receiver definitely did not expect him to call at this hour. 

"Mr Dama, it's Tria." Tria greeted politely as the call she made connected.

Dama raised her eyebrows while "Is there anything?" tanya Dama raised her eyebrows while smoking a cigarette that was between her fingers.

"It's about Miss Alya. You asked me to report to you immediately if she has any activity. I'm now in the karaoke room with him and the other guys. They're going to play games now. I've pondered it and decided to tell you, "Tria said.

The voice on the other end of the phone echoed in Dama's ears. There was the sound of music, the yelling of someone, and all sorts of noise.  

Dama rubbed his brows slowly and snorted, "I mean while he's at the office, not after work."

Tria gaped confused and secretly blamed herself, "Damn it, I was wrong."

"Sorry, Mr. Dama. I think …."

"What is he doing now?" Dama interjected before Tria could finish her speech.

Tria stunned. 

"What?" ask Tria.

"Since you've called me, tell me, what is he doing now?" firmly Dama. He likes to repeat what he says.

Tria regained her senses and said, "Oh, she's playing the truth or the challenge with colleagues right now."

Dama raised his eyebrows and said, "Sit near them, and don't hang up the phone."

Tria smiled cunningly and said, "Well, sir."

Jasmine leaned weakly in the arms of Dama at this moment because the woman was drunk. As he spoke on the phone, Jasmine reached out and hooked on the neck of Dama

"Dama," calls Jasmine spoiled.

Dama wanted to push her away, but Jasmine held her waist tightly and buried her face in her arms.

With a frown, Jasmine whined, "I'm dizzy and not feeling well. You take me home, yeah."

"Where's your assistant?" Dama asked in a low voice.

"I don't know."

 Jasmine hugged him tightly, unwilling to let go. "Take me home, okay? I want to sleep."

Dama frowned and looked towards the face of Jasmine who was in his arms. Jasmine looked extremely pale and sighed, like enduring a pain. While Jo was sitting across the sofa, clicked her tongue and smiled meaningfully.

"Hey, with a beautiful woman in your arms, are we still going to talk about business or what?" ask Jo cynically.

Dama immediately put away Jasmine's drunken body. He bent down slightly to take the glass of red wine from the table, then turned it around but did not drink it.

Dama stared ahead with his dark eyes, listening to the commotion on the other end of the phone with the headset he had placed on one of his ears.

Jo, who was sitting in front of him, clucked again.

"If I hadn't known you, I wouldn't have known from your macho and charismatic appearance. I heard you were very good at firing weapons against the enemy."

"Did he insinuate me?" batin Dama narrowed her eyes at him.

Dama then took the contract of work at the table and flipped through it casually.

Dama did not even raise his gaze as he replied calmly, "If you want to know about my current skills, we can go to the shooting range one day to test it."

Jo raised her hand. "Your shooting skills are invincible. No one has been able to break your record until now. I'll embarrass myself if I think about competing with you in shooting."

"Smart."

Jo glared at Dama, he was speechless.

Alya's soft voice rang out in Dama's ears as he was reading the contract.

Sounds like Alya turn to choose the truth or challenge, making him stop for a moment to read the sheet by sheet in his hand.