The Love Revenge of Mr. Alvin

The Love Revenge of Mr. Alvin
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As soon as he received orders from Alvino, Andri immediately ordered all the servants on duty that day to gather in the master room of his Young Master.


All the servants on duty immediately ran towards Alvino's room. They had no idea what they were being gathered for in his young master's room. Usually they would only gather and meet the young master together when there was a mistake made by one of the servants on duty.


They tried to think and remember whether any of them had done anything wrong to anger their Young Master. However, they did not feel like doing anything at all.


Led by Andri, all the servants lined up neatly in the room. They lowered their heads as the young master looked at them with his sharp gaze.


"Do you know why I'm collecting everything here?" asked Alvino who was sitting on the bed that was still a mess.


The servants shook their heads in unison. They had absolutely no idea what they were gathered for in that place.


Alvino snorted in annoyance. The man got up from his seat, then walked towards his big closet. Open all the cabinets until all the waiters look over there. The closet is already in a mess.


"You know, my favorite red shirt?" tanya Alvino was still standing on with her leaning on the end of the closet.


All the servants nodded, who did not know with the young master's beloved item. Maybe if people who do not know, will consider it ordinary. However, the red shirt is a gift from a woman who is liked by an Alvino Maladeva.


"Then, where's that shirt? I've been looking all over the closet, but I can't find her!" exclaimed Alvino crossed his arms in the chest.


All the servants were still silent with lowered eyes. They were afraid to see their young master in an emotional state. If usually the man will be quiet more often, different when the man is in his anger. The man would be a man of talk, even daring to raise his hand to teach those who make mistakes.


"Why are you all quiet!" snapped Alvino who has now lost patience.


"I order you to search for that shirt until you get it! I'll give you 10 minutes. If you don't see me, please get out of my mansion!" threaten Alvino who is now waltzing out of his room.


The man chose to go to the kitchen, enjoying a cup of black coffee to ease his emotions. Though today, he has an important meeting with the company that will join his company, but as a leader he often applies arbitrarily.


Andri follows his young master who is now out of the room, but before that he has made sure that all the servants will do their duty properly. He did not want any more mistakes that would make his young master's mood even worse.


When all the servants were busy looking for the young master's favorite item, Syifana who just woke up was curious because some servants who passed through her room.


Syifana decided to stop one of the servants passing by. He was curious about what they were doing to cause a stir.


"Sorry, Bi, what are you doing? Why is it stormy in the morning?" ask Syifana curious.


The servant who was forced to stop, inevitably told the young master's wife. "We're looking for the young master's beloved shirt, miss," the maid replied uneasily.


The woman was a little confused, just because of a shirt and made a noise in the morning. Is her husband that weird?


"What kind of shirt are you looking for?"


"The shirt is red, it's Young Master's favorite shirt, Miss, even Young Master threatened to fire us all if it wasn't found."


Syifana was immediately tense, the woman remembered very well with the shirt she picked up in her husband's closet, last night. Is that shirt the scene of today's uproar?


"Miss," the servant rebuked when Shifana was silent even as a daydreamer.


The woman was shocked and immediately ran into her room. Picking up the shirt he used last night in the dirty laundry basket, he immediately showed the shirt to the waiter who was still waiting for him at the door.


"Bi, is this shirt what you mean?" syifana asked with a red shirt in her hand.


"How can my shirt be in your hands!"


Seriate...