The Conqueror Who Conquered

Harry's Breakinghearts

Harry smiled as he opened the car door for Richi. His face looks a bit wrinkled when usually he is always bright even though the afternoon though.

"Did something happen?" Ask Richie when the car is running.

Harry smiled at Richie. "Thank you for caring and asking. There's nothing."

Harry's answer even made Richi frown. "You sure? You're not sick?" Richi put his hand on the man's forehead.

Harry did not say, he silently looked at Richi who close his face, checking the body temperature on his forehead.

"Yes, I'm fine." Harry answered still looking at Richi, then turned to look in front of him.

"Sorry, I just walked out of your penthouse."

Harry smiled faintly. "It's okay. I get it."

Hearing that, Richi chooses silence because Harry is not as usual.

Arriving there, Richi chooses to go to the toilet first.

In the toilet room, Richi lifts her skirt. He was wearing shorts that tucked a knife in it. Richi checks his gear first because he feels a little odd with Harry's company.

Richi sighed. He trembled slightly as he would inspect every room without any suspicion by Harry.

When he came out of the toilet, Richi found Harry talking to a man wearing a hoodi and a mask. Seeing Richi's arrival, the man immediately left.

"Come, I'll take you upstairs." Harry holds onto Richi's hand.

There weren't many employees in Harry's company, just more guards in neat-looking black suits. It feels right this is his headquarters, because there are too many guards for the size of a regular company.

Richi could feel those people staring at him as he walked behind Harry. But when he looked back, those people were downcast.

"This is my private room. We'll have lunch first, yeah." Harry invites Richi in and sits at a small table.

Before long, some people came carrying food and drinks, putting them on the table.

Harry pours the drink into an empty glass in front of Richi.

"It's La Mancha wine, I bought it in Spain. Take it easy, this is without alcohol. Just try it."

Richi raised a glass, smelling the aroma of the thick-colored drink. Yeah, he doesn't smell alcohol in it.

Harry smiled as Richi began to drink some of the wine.

"Hows it? I told you, it's not intoxicating." He said and ate his food again.

"After eating, I'll take you to the operating room. That's where I'll introduce how my company works."

Richi felt a little dizzy, he looked at Harry who kept eating while talking about his company that Richi could not catch, he began to think that the drink must have contained sleeping pills or the like.

Did Harry do it? Harry's face was shaded. The man continues to babble about himself and his company without paying attention to Richi who has been trying to focus his views.

Richi's head was heavy, his eyes were already very blurred but Harry spoke without pause.

BRUK!

Again, Richi collapses. His body fell down because it was no longer holding him back and Harry quickly carried him out of his room.

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Richi blinked, expelling the blurred look in his eyes. He straightened up when he remembered the last time he had fallen.

Richi is surprised to find that his hands are tied and he is sitting on a chair.

Richi's eyes rounded when he saw Harry standing behind him. He stared out the window with his hand stuffed in his pants pocket.

"You awake?" Harry asked without turning his head, making Richi wonder. Has Harry known and pretended all along? If Harry knew about himself, why had he been silent and treated him so well? Shouldn't Harry be able to kill him when he made a mistake last night? Why would Harry take him to the Penthouse and kiss his head?

Richi's piled up questions were not answered, because Harry now looks reluctant to talk much.

Then if he's in custody now, when did Harry find out? Does Harry really know who he really is?

Harry walked over and sat down before Richi with a face that looked sad, for some reason.

She gently stroked Richi's cheek, "You walked too far. I have fallen in love with you". He said without expression.

"What do you mean?" Richi doesn't understand what Harry's saying.

Harry rubbed his lips with his thumb slowly. "You hurt my feelings." she replied in an almost inaudible tone. Richi frowned, If Harry knows who he is, why does Harry's response really look hurt because of love?

"Hurt your feelings?" He asked in confusion while Harry continued to look into his eyes with a sad look.

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...(.(.The Flash Back On)...

Harry kept smiling even when he had just arrived at school. He can't wait to get home and hopes that Richi will still be at his Penthouse. Wasn't it amazing when he woke up from sleep to see his girlfriend lying next to him?

Harry's smiling face did not escape the sight of children at school.

"Well, mister Harry is happy, huh?" A girl dressed as a cheerleader greeted him.

"really. I'm happy." Harry's smile was growing. He saw the girl's clothes.

"You guys rehearsing?" Ask.

"Yes, there will be a Cheerleader race next week."

Harry looked over here. "Where's shera?"

"Shera is changing clothes. Then, excuse me first." The girl smiled at Harry and stepped away, joining her other friends.

Shera exited the room and walked over with a lethargic face. The girl was the head cheers and she was really very pretty while wearing her uniform. The short skirt is fanta-colored and the top is very perfect in its tall body.

Harry looked at her with a smile, though he knew the girl must have been moping because of the incident last night. Harry intends to please the girl after the mission is over.

Seeing Shera warming up, Harry chose to watch her for a while and leaned against the support pole.

Someone pointed Harry at Shera, with a big smile Harry waved when he saw Shera turned to him and smiled lazily and warmed up again without caring about Harry.

Harry chuckled, seeing Shera sulking just add to his spirit. Harry entered his class and attended the lesson.

Harry kept glancing at the watch in his hand, it felt like time was going very slowly. Suddenly he remembered Richi who had been raving last night. The girl called the white rose while she was asleep. I don't know what she dreamed of, but she seems to want the flower.

Harry stood up as the lesson changed. He holds his bag intending to go home quickly because he can't wait to meet Richi.

Harry bought a white rose for Richi. He gets out of the car and walks towards his Penthouse with a big smile, imagining a face that Richi would surely love to see as she carries a white rose. Richi must be confused as to why Harry would know what he wanted.

Harry's smile widens when he sees Richi walking out of the hotel.

Harry quickens his steps so that the girl does not leave him too far away, but his steps stop when he sees Richi smiling broadly to whom. Harry's eyes looked towards the eyes Richi looked at, he saw a man in a black suit running small towards the girl.

Harry was silent, the sight before him was shocking. He was Hugo Erhard, running towards Richi who was smiling wide at him. Hugo hugged the girl's body and Harry could clearly see that the girl was returning his embrace.

Something in front of him was like crushing his body. She squeezed, and the white rose fell out of her grasp. A sight that made his heart torn apart for a moment. How could Richi and Hugo look so happy, hugging and embracing each other walking together.

Harry stared intently at the two, what had he missed? Why does Richi look so happy with Hugo? Are they really dating?

Harry freezes in his place, how can he lose his mind when dealing with Richi? He missed something, he didn't find out who the girl was. She never suspected the girl who captivated her heart.

Harry breathed the breath he had been holding. What did the woman mean to approach him? Richi, if he likes Hugo Erhard, why would he approach himself like that? Then, didn't Hugo also approach Shera?

Harry clenched his hand, he felt deceived. Why did the girl do this to him? Harry hardened his jaw, until Hugo's car slowly disappeared from his sight, Harry left his place.

TB

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