The Beloved Lady of Mr. Dama
Chapter 36
Anthony instantly shut his mouth and said nothing more.
Now he turned his head and saw a beautiful figure running towards them. He looked closer and tapped on the glass, where Dama glared at him and said, "If you want to say something, say it!"
Dama had just reprimanded him for talking too much, but now he asked him to speak. As she pointed to her lips with a sad expression, Dama frowned impatiently and said, "You can talk now!"
"That's Madam" said Anthony raising his hand and pointing outside.
Dama looked towards the direction where Anthony was looking and pointing, and sure enough, he saw Alya rushing towards them.
As soon as Alya approached the car, he opened the car door in a hurry, panting and full of sweaty circles on his face.
Alya patted the back of Anthony's chair and said, "Anthony, hurry up go."
Anthony started the car, but he was driving very slowly because there were a lot of pedestrians.
Alya immediately moved her sitting position to the bottom. Now he was by the window as if he were avoiding something and did not dare to look outside.
Anthony laughed and asked, "Mrs, what's wrong?"
Alya peered out the window and said, "Nothing. I just saw my manager, and I don't want him to see me getting into an expensive car to avoid misunderstandings."
Tria followed him as soon as he got out of the room, but fortunately, he ran so fast that he didn't see him get into Dama's car.
It would be difficult for him to explain himself otherwise.
Dama, who was sitting next to him, narrowed his eyes slightly.
"Is he so afraid of being seen getting into my car? He's hiding like a thief! Wh why? Is she ashamed of me?" Dama thought in his heart.
His expression became gloomy very quickly, and cold air started to pour out from his body. Alya rubbed her shoulders and
muttering, "Why is it suddenly so cold."
Anthony did not hear him whisper. He looked at her sweaty face profusely and gently handed her a tissue. "Madam, please use this to wipe away the sweat."
"Thank you." Alya took.
Anthony smiled and said, "Are you sweating because you saw your acquaintance and hid from him?"
Anthony gulped awkwardly.
Their car drove slowly, but there was a pair of eyes not far from the car that looked at him without blinking, with a surprised expression.
"Cecilia, what do you see?" Lilis reached out and waved in front of her friend.
Cecilia set her eyes on the car in the distance. "Lilis, did you see the car that just left?"
"Yes. The car is so cool. Looks like a military vehicle. Did you see the license plate? Ordinary people can't get license plates like this" explains Lilis.
Cecilia glanced at her friend and asked, "How do you know the military vehicle?"
Lilis smiled and said, "My brother is in there. I've heard of it, and it looks like I've seen the car in a military magazine."
"Really?" Cecilia's eyes were filled with more skepticism. "How could he end up being an om-om mistress. Absolutely shameless."
"Him? Who's she?" ask Lilis.
Cecilia snorted in a disdainful tone, "Who else? She is my mother's daughter with her ex-husband. Two years ago, I heard that her father had an accident and was in a coma. She shamelessly went to my mother to ask for money."
"Poor relatives are very troublesome. They always do sad things when they have no money, and they will always come back to you if you lend them money just once. He might go to your house again, be careful, ", Lilis explained.
Cecilia smiled coldly and said, "We would rather give our money to the beggar than him!"
Despite this, she was quite surprised, wondering if Alya was really related to a rich man. He clearly saw Alya get into the luxury car with his own eyes just now.
On the way home, Alya chatted pleasantly with Anthony where they talked and laughed.
Sitting next to Alya, Dama's brows furrowed in annoyance as their laughter echoed in his ears continuously.
Finally, Dama could stand it no longer and snorted through her thin lips, "Shut up! Get out if you make any more noise!"
Alya looked at him, dumbfounded.
Anthony was no less surprised.
