The Gold urn Changed my Destiny

Ransomed

Professor Asrul has obtained some antique jars, he bought them expensively. He followed all the auction markets. However, the urn he was looking for could not be found at all.

The golden jar, which was red in brick, was not as golden yellow as it was now in Qiram's hands. Professor has more than 50 jars with various shapes, carvings, and other uniqueness in red brick.

Every time he bought and touched the urn, he would hug the urn tightly while closing his eyes, then pleading inwardly, asking for a large sum of money in his account. However, not a single urn granted him a wish.

The past life is still stored half of his memory. He found the urn at an auction owned by Roki Albusro. A wealthy businessman, CEO of several well-known companies, has many other business ventures, distinguished from well-known families.

“Sial! Does Roki Albusro also have the same memory piece as me? So he keeps the jar himself?” murmured Professor Asrul.

“Grandfather? What was? Is this urn also not grandpa's taste? We have collected a lot of jars, even our house is full of urns!” reprimand his granddaughter.

“Be quiet, you don't know anything. Grandfather notice, you are my very beautiful grandson, you just always hold my hand, do you not intend to hold the hand of a handsome young man?” Professor Asrul looked at his grandson.

“Grandfather, I don't think of any man other than you, I just want to be with you, take care of you, you are my only family,” replied his granddaughter with a sad face.

He also stroked the back of his grandson's hand. “Grandfather understands, but it's a good thing for you too, soon Grandpa will die of old age. So, grandfather wants you to live happily, leaving you a lot of treasure, so grandfather works continuously. And- Grandpa also wants you to open your heart to a man. The man who will make you happy.

‘I must approach Roki, match him with my grandson, so that my grandson can live a luxurious and happy life later!’ he said in his heart.

“Yes, sometime Cake. I still want to be with grandfather and accompany grandfather looking for the urn first,” replied his granddaughter smiling sweetly.

***

Helmi Etika appeared to whip Soleman and his friends, while smiling viciously.

“I heard, you sell children and women for money and a luxurious life huh? You tortured them so cruelly. Do you feel all your body hurt? Yeah, so do those you tortured.” Helmi Etika still arrogantly spoke, although one leg was still bandaged, but she remained eagerly whipping Soleman and his comrades whose legs and hands were tied in chains.

They only wear shorts without clothes.

“You! Open their pants!” helmi's orders. Some of his subordinate men obeyed his orders.

“You like to smoke, don't you? Time for you to smoke!” Helmi Etika smiled horribly, then turned her body and sauntered away.

Soon, there was a voice of pain slashing, a scream of pain, an unbearable stinging. Inside, Soleman and his friends were tortured with cigarette butts still burning. Garuda birds that are so powerful usually touch the women into the toy objects of Helmi's subordinates.

Inside the room, there was a scorched scent, the scent of burnt skin, rancor, pessing, and the scent of blood. Among them they even fainted from enduring the pain, but not with Soleman. He was getting more vengeful and wanted to beat up Helmi Etika, even at this time, he was passionate about Helmi.

“Cuih! You see, the more I turn off this cigarette butt in hers, the more upright she stands, does she guy, oranges eat oranges? Or masochist?” Helmi Etika's subordinate to shudder in horror at Soleman's behavior.

Yes, now that his mind was focused on Helmi, he only wanted to torture the woman under his body, if free from this dark prisoner. Unfortunately, the Buangtai Headquarters is not a random place, a place that is not listed anywhere, but protected. That is, people who enter there, no matter dead or alive, because they are considered dead.

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