The CEO's Unlimited Love

Chapter - 18

After exiting the Wijaya Group, he walked to the side of the road and sat down with slightly weak legs.

His heart was pounding very fast, hands were holding his beating heart.

He finally managed to avenge the old man. Although he was overjoyed, it was also true that he was extremely frightened right now.

Not long after, a pair of black leather shoes appeared on the stairs in front of them. "May?"

Auliya raised her head and saw a familiar yet somewhat unfamiliar face.

He stood up in surprise: "Sister Abi?"

"It's really you. Just now, I thought that I might have recognized the wrong person. What's wrong with you? Do you feel uncomfortable anywhere?"

He shook his head, "I'm fine. Brother Abi, when are you coming back?"

"I've been back for over a month. We haven't seen each other for at least six years, have we?"

He thought for a moment and said, "Five and a half years. Brother Abi, how are you?"

"I'm okay how about you?"

He pursed his lips. "I'm fine too."

"I heard from my family that every year, on the anniversary of Hesya's death, you will be present. Thank you for thinking about it all this time."

He looked down and spoke in a somewhat guilty tone: "I don't know what else I can do for you."

"You've done enough, our family has walked out of the pain of the past, you must also lay down your burdens."

He looked at her and sincerely said, "Thank you."

Abimana patted him on the shoulder and looked at his watch. "Auliya, let's have dinner together."

She's staring. "Aren't I going to bother you?"

"No."

Auliya nodded and got into Abimana's car.

Abiman escorted her to the western restaurant she had frequented recently.

When she ordered her food, her eyes were on the man who had given her tolerance and help six years ago ...

Back then, he was obviously one of the relatives of the victims of the Coastal Gulf Bridge, but he stood out and saved them.

He will never forget that as the representative of the victim's family, he went with the crowd to pressure the victim's mother and son. He firmly said, "Hope to be more rational. They're not the wrong ones. Even if everyone forced them to die, they would not be able to change this outcome."

It was also he, on behalf of the families of the victims, who went to negotiate with the Wijaya Group, helping them get the maximum amount of compensation.

They don't drink because he's driving.

After the waiter brought her a drink, Auliya got up and poured her a cup.

He raised his glass and said, "Sister Abi, thank you very much for the past few years."

"What happened in the past has been reversed. You don't need to bring it up anymore, let's talk about you. I remember you went to North City and Transportation University, right?"

Auliya nodded. "Yes." Yeah."

"What are you doing now?"

"After graduating from university, I worked as an assistant bridge engineer for two years at a bridge engineering design institute. I've just been a full bridge designer this year."

"I work in real estate. In my company, there are many building designers and interior decorators, but the ratio between men and women is very difficult to explain. Your job should be very hard for girls."

"There is no easy job.This job is my dream."

"Dreams?"

"Yes" he nodded. "My idol is my father. Since I was influenced by it since I was a child, my childhood dream was to be a bridge designer like my father when I grew up."

He nodded when he mentioned his father, but did not say anything.

He thought about the matter of the Coastal Gulf Bridge and said with bowed eyes, "Sorry.. Should I not mention this?"

"You don't have to apologize. A daughter sees her father as her idol, there is nothing wrong with that. It's just ... We have different positions on certain things, so I can't give your father a good impression. . "

After a moment of silence, he said, "Sister Abi, if I say ... The issue of the Coastal Gulf Bridge has nothing to do with my father, would you believe it?"

Abimana looked at him with a calm gaze and did not respond.

He laughed bitterly: "I don't want you to trust me, but I want to tell you, my father was an honest man, and also a responsible designer. The problem with the Coastal Bay Bridge, actually has nothing to do with him. The blueprints have been tampered with. "

Abimana took a glass of juice and sipped it. After a while, he put down the cup and raised his eyebrows. "I believe you."

He's a little surprised. "Believe me?"

Abimana said, "I used to investigate the accounts of the three of your families, you and your mother both had very clean accounts, only your father had a few million more in his account. However, these millions were transferred to his account after the incident. Your father may suffer from some sort of unwritten rule in the industry, but no one can prove it with any real evidence. "

Abimana excitedly held her hand, her voice full of hope, "Sister Abi, the account note, are you still able to find it?"

Abiman looked at her hand that was gripping him tightly, and her gaze was filled with gentleness.

In a corner not far away, a pair of eyes stared at Auliya's back. Anger filled his eyes.