The Fate of Love of a Misanris

41. Not an Ordinary Woman

Bara just finished his meeting. Returning to the room, he saw a middle-aged woman who was already sitting on the sofa. His all-red appearance brought a seductive atmosphere, but for his age like that. Looks a little disgusting.

I sat on one of the single sofas. Raising one of his legs up his thigh, he looked relaxed. He lifted his face towards the woman before him. He could clearly see the dissatisfaction on his face.

His pair of brows were intertwined, his forehead wrinkled. Catching such an ominous expression, Bara had a bad premonition.

Did his plan fail again?

"Don't tell me you failed auntie?"

The woman pursed her lips. Crossing his two hands in front of his chest, he nodded. "Yes, I failed"

Bara widened his eyes, almost like two balls were ready to jump out. "How can you?" Pekik.

Though he clearly heard the news that the woman managed to get into Zayyad's room and run the action. But why fail?

"Then what about the tape?" Bara still hopes his plan this time does not completely fail.

"His camera is destroyed!"

"What?" Pekik Bara hysterically.

His hand held his head in frustration. This is the umpteenth time that the plan he made failed.

Spreading rumors, chaos in the elevator, hiring assassins and even this time the one he had designed so well could also fail?

"It's all because of that woman!" Bluffing his teeth, his eyes flashed with dissatisfaction.

"Who?"

"Zayyad's wife" Ketus the woman. Still remembered clearly the treatment of the hijab woman against him which was very annoying.

"He again?"

The umpteenth time the plan he made failed because of the woman. Even the hired assassin also failed to carry out the action because of the woman.

"I told you your cousin's wife is no ordinary woman"

A man stepped inside. He had heard a little of their conversation before entering the room.

Dropping himself on the sofa, he placed two cups of warm coffee he bought on the table.

The middle-aged woman turned her head towards the man who had just appeared. At first he was amazed by his handsome appearance. But soon his face paled.

It was a handsome face that was no longer unfamiliar in his eyes. White skin like soft cotton with eye-catching eagle.

Usually the aura of the owner of good looks that are no longer foreign is warm and thrilling many women's hearts are looking. Not to mention her gentle charm that bewitched the girls to the point of being infatuated with her.

But in front of him was a dark and sinister aura. Making anyone's heart beat fast if you see it, almost like seeing an angel of death.

"Aren't you good-looking actor Chris Evan?"

Chris Evan is a famous actor from Y. Has mixed European blood with a handsome face that managed to conquer many girls.

It's just that he died in an accident at the age of just twenties. Who is in front of him? His face was clearly a hundred percent very similar to that of a great actor.

"What's the aunt talking about? He is a hit man I hired his services for" Bara explained.

The man, who was assumed to be Chris Evan, curled his lips with a smile towards the middle-aged woman.

Seeing such a real smile from the figure before him. Like seeing a handsome actor who reportedly died at a young age, it was reborn. The woman felt her whole body shivering and her romantic fur rising.

"Can his face be so similar?"

Bara frowned, he could see that the middle-aged woman's face that paled clearly had just been like seeing a ghost.

But he did not recognize the actor he called the woman just now. If it was similar, it was at least a natural thing.

Didn't people in this world say one person has seven similarities?

The middle-aged woman was silent. Slowly, his head understood. Maybe it was just a similar coincidence. But it still feels a little tense.

"So this time my plan failed again, still because of that damn woman?" He returned the topic.

"You should know that your sister-in-law is not an easy woman to handle"

"Auntie thinks like that too?"

"If it wasn't for that woman, I'd have brought a tape of our hot scene to you"

"So the woman found him?"

Though the camera is small and slippage is very neat in a handbag that has been hollowed out very small. Even people wouldn't pay too much attention to that peculiarity. If you look at it, at least you will only think that it is a small tear.

But the woman found him just like that?

"A very shrewd woman" The man who still looked like a ghost in the middle-aged woman's eyes, pulled both corners of her lips He grinned with a sharp gaze full of mystery.

"It seems I have to meet with my brother-in-law to prove whether everything you say is true or not"

Bara took the coffee cup on the table and gulped it down slowly. His eyes glinted sharply with curiosity.

"Please drink mistress"

The man offered the remaining cup towards the middle-aged woman. Actually it's hers, but who would have guessed that Bara wasn't alone in her room.

"Who's your name?" Nervously the middle-aged woman accepted her. Gurgling her slowly, she clamped her pair of eyebrows with a depressed facial expression. Robusta coffee is very bitter. He doesn't like it.

"You can call me Chris"

The middle-aged woman stiffened. Glanced at the man hesitantly. Found the eagle's eyes narrowed slightly as it pressed for a smile on its face. It somehow looked like a creepy grin of a grim reaper.

"Em" The middle-aged woman nodded her head nervously.

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That night Alina had not seen Zayyad go home. The man usually comes home late before dinner. But it's so late, does the guy work overtime?

Alina shook her head not caring too much. Sitting leisurely on the sofa, Alina prepared to pamper herself by pouring lotion all over her body.

Sometimes he does it before bed to calm himself down. Applying the lotion along his arm, he massaged it gently. The rose scent of the lotion burst into his smell.

Relaxing his mind and indulging himself even further. Finished in both hands, he moved to his feet.

She was wearing pajamas in a knee-length white dress. Lifting the white cloth further, his smooth thighs were clearly emblazoned. Apply lotion along the legs up to the thighs. He slowly rubbed it gently.

Closing her eyes, Alina looked like she was enjoying her own massage. I really hope to get some sleep tonight. And not bothered by his insomnia.

Chequek!

The door sounds open.

Zayyad stepped inside only to find a thrilling sight on the bed.

It was like seeing the moon in the form of a woman descending from the sky. So graceful in her white evening dress. His long black hair that was loosely severed, fell down like spilled ink covering half of his face.

Her half-opened white evening dress. Shows smooth white thighs like porcelain. His wiggly hands continued to massage the surface of his tiered legs slowly. It was almost like seeing a night goddess pampering herself.

Zayyad stiffened in place. Feeling the heat on both sides of his cheeks. This was the first time she had so much fun looking at beauty. And it was real to be right in front of him.

"Ughhh!" His nausea rose, he moved quickly shut his mouth.

Alina opened her eyes in surprise. His hands stopped rubbing his feet. The reflex he pulled on a blanket covering his legs was very open to the thighs.

"When did you come in?"