The Daughter Of Mafia Queen

Chapter 11: INFORMATION - TEN YEARS? - ATMAJA WRATH

"Pa, it's Sarah. Why did you get on CCTV?" ask Rose in a dislike tone.

Vans took his phone, dialed a number. Once the call is connected and there is a greeting from across, "Don't touch the girl! Enough of a stroke until the Queen gives her next order!"

"Papa?!" call Rose seriously.

"Let your mommy teach you a little lesson. It's all in Queen's hands. Now we go back to the villa." Vans answered the laptop intending to return it to the back, but the inanimate object was immediately seized by the princess. "Is princess papa having lunch?"

"Focus on driving! Rose's still craving the same papa." The girl chose to take the earphones and then attach them to the ear while activating the Bluetooth installation to listen to music from the laptop.

Vans never took heart whenever his king's daughter sulked and behaved as she pleased. Instead his hands are always ready to pay attention by rubbing the girl's head, while driving using one right hand. The journey is so quiet, but not with a face that publishes a smirk.

The index finger shifts the results of an HD camera that always gives maximum results. The photo turns into a short video clip. Definitely the maker in intention mode. The video was deliberately sent on target, albeit through a short message. The recipient can still have a heart attack. Hopefully, he doesn't lose his life immediately.

Geck!

Geck!

Geck!

"Queen, can you come in?" ask someone from outside the glass door.

One flick of Asfa's finger activates the automatic door opening mode, making the person standing in front of the door step into the room with a super-advanced security system. So great was the change in the room of the President of RA Company after twenty years had passed. People are increasingly amazed by the level of achievement achieved by multitalented companies, including employees from various divisions, to feel the extraordinary benefits.

"Queen, here's some data you want. All complete with nothing left behind." reported the female secretary who looked like a bodyguard.

Asfa turned her work chair to face the large glass window in front of her. "Really's? So, Tell me everything!"

"Lord Atmaja papa of Sarah. 55 Years old. A textile businessman. His wife was Nilam Atmaja. 50 Years old. Miss Amara Prita's. 25 Years old. The business of the woman was the cafe which is currently a cafe hits. Mr. Vincent papa of Dela. 45 Years old. A doctor at the private Nugraha hospital. That's all the information I got."

"Gaby, how long have you been working with me?" asfa asked still unwillingly turned around, leaving her secretary stunned.

"Ten years, Queen." Gaby's trying to neutralize her heartbeat.

"Ten years? I think it's only been a day." Asfa turned his chair around while crossing both of his hands on his chest. "Your information is completely useless."

"Atmaja a businessman who is cynical, cunning, people give the nickname the ringleader. The wife who always smiled on the television screen, became the material of emotional outlet of the man, well she experienced KDRT. Then, Amara Khan, she's not just any woman. The play is well worth applauding. Beautiful, sweet but venomous. One more Vincent, what can I say? He's a doctor, but a shallow brain. Anyone who gets in the way, can be sure to end up in a surgical bed." Asfa's mouth really made Gaby's mouth gap wide.

Asfa stood up while retrieving the file that his secretary had brought. He walked around his desk, even free hands still had time to grab the lighter. The goal is just a dumpster sitting in a corner. "Now listen to your duty."

Files are thrown into the trash. The lighter is opened, then pressed to produce a small fire. Asfa let the fire burn, "Burn the illegal drug storage warehouse on the road Lima west side. Make sure everything burns without any waste!"

"Good, Queen. Sorry to....,"

Asfa threw the lighter into the trash can which directly grabbed the file paper. One of his hands raised meant that his assistant was silent. His footsteps approached Gaby. Look at the sweat that soaked the thirty-year-old woman's forehead.

"Shut up!" Asfa put his finger in front of his lips. "Stop explaining. Go!"

"Excuse me, Queen." said the woman nodded in understanding, not caring about the aura suppressing her emotions. He tried to behave normally and left the most beautiful room that became a place of freezing emotions.

Gaby's departure, made Asfa stare at her work chair. "You are very proud of a throne that is only as small as an ant. Just look at my gift. Your gift is done. It's Vincent's turn."

The world still looks calm without any news that can seize attention. But not with the world of someone shaken. Who else if not the world belongs to Atmaja. The man who had just finished his rampage turned his study room into a broken ship.

"Arrrggghhh, b!al! Who's playing with me?" Seru Atmaja silenced his manager who had to watch the death of the boss.

"Fast find out! Why would my company's stock plummet." Tell Atmaja with a broken breath.

"Aging....,"

"ARE YOU DEAF? GO!" Atmaja's voice rattled the manager's courage.

Without answering. The poor woman was flabbergasted leaving the boss's study, while the feared one grabbed her phone. One news burn emotions, suddenly the net narrowed to see a video photo that opened just like that. When he just unlocked the screen.

"Saaraayah!" call Atmaja choked.

Suddenly fear ambushed. The three-minute video contains a collection of photos of his daughter held captive at an iron pole. The area of storage is dark. There was only a glimmer of light that clarified the form of the princess. The video stopped and suddenly disappeared without a trace.

"Whoaah? Son, where are you?" Atmaja tried to find the video he just watched, but in the gallery or in any application still does not exist. While doing an accidental search saw a lot of calls from his daughter's friends. "Prita? Call this many? Meaning....,"

Atmaja hastened to dial Prita's number. Calls are connected and instantly answered.

"Say where Sarah is?" asked Atmaja with an anxious look on his face.

[Sarah's been kidnapped, um. I called repeatedly.].

"Hurry home, Om!"

Not just fear, but panic is overwhelming. The company had stock plummeted, and now her only daughter was kidnapped. The video showing Sarah in a state of unconsciousness makes it clear the situation cannot be underestimated. His hands clenched until the veins stood out.

"Whoever dares to intrude on my life. I'll make sure his life is destroyed without a name. Just look at it later." said Atmaja with a vein in the neck that stiffened.

Leaving anger and rage in Atmaja's workspace. A running footsteps approached the main kitchen of the mansion. The aroma of cooking that is so tempting really makes anyone stomach thrashing. The twang of the cookware plan removes the silence.

"Stop! Clean yourself up, then get down to the dining room." Tell the person who is still stirring something in the pot without turning to the kitchen entrance.

"My Lord King, I would like to ask Your Majesty for help. Don't throw out the servant....,"