The Poor Girl Owns the CEO

Too sneaky

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Cup.

Danu showered Layla's face with a brief kiss with her hands clasping Layla's fingers.

"And so put Layla on you, Danu would. The one who made Layla like this, Danu will never be able to let her get away with it!" said Danu full of emphasis, leaving the ward.

"Let me come with you!" noval said firmly, do not want to be denied.

Noval swung a wide stride, approaching Layla's nursery bed. The face of the princess.

'Father will avenge every wound, tear, and jeritt your cry son!' inner Noval stared angrily at the princess's face.

Imagine the face of the person who would hurt his daughter.

"Aren't you as good here as Noval? Layla needs you!" baskoro said, trying to contain Noval's departure.

"I can't, my hands are gatelll. Want to beat the people who have made my daughter tormented." said Noval with emphasis.

Noval hands Yanto the keys to her car, "You can go home first, if you don't want to wait for me!" noval said flatly to Yanto and Tati.

"You're taunting me? I can't take a car, you idiothh!" yanto sighed with a glance at his lazy eye tail on Noval.

"You go, but do not dirty your hands with the loss of one's life. Our country has laws." Tati explained.

Noval and Danu leave the hospital. Layla accompanied Tati, Yanto and Baskoro.

"I didn't see your little daughter, where was she?" ask Baskoro the stale base on Yanto.

"Dea you mean? We put him in my kaka-in-law's house, July." said Yanto.

"Oww!" Baskoro only ber oh ria, confused to say what the same Yanto, while he himself is less familiar with Yanto peringai.

Yanto stared intently at whatever was attached to Baskoro's body, his besan.

'The goods used in Baskoro must be very expensive. I'm no longer unemployed, is it not as good as I ask for his cooperation, huh? Or do I ask Danu to work with you? Same Danu aja, rich awkward also if I ask this cooperation people! I was in Noval's Ketawain. I also want to improve the living standards of my small family.' Inner Yanto, weighing the decision before telling Baskoro.

The car, driven by Danu, darted out of the hospital parking lot at above-flat speeds, remembering the road that seemed empty because it was midnight.

The atmosphere in the car seemed silent, even though there were two different generations of men inside.

Until the end Danu raised her voice, breaking the silence that existed between her and her father-in-law.

"I'm sorry Danu, dad! Danu was negligent in taking care of Layla. Until Layla gets rich gini." ucaap Danu with regret.

"Accusiastical rice is porridge, Danu. Want you to regret it all your life will not be of any use to him. Now our job is just to comfort Layla, heal her from the trauma she is experiencing now" said Noval sage.

"Father is right." replied Danu briefly.

"Sorry, I was too emotional to hit you!" Noval looked astray, looking at her son-in-law who was focused on the steering wheel of the car.

"And you know, yeah."

"Do you agree with that suggestion from your Tati mother? Hand over the perpetrator to the police?" ask Noval.

"Sorry, Danu can't. Basuki is too cunning, the police can't prove that he was involved in the accident case that Danu experienced a few days ago." explained Danu.

After traveling for 45 minutes, the end of Danu and Noval arrived at their destination. A simple house but far from the residential area, plus the distance of the gate to the house quite far.

Danu welcomed his men.

"Welcome, sir!" arsandi Exclamation.

"His hiding place, sir." said Arsandi.

"Which of the 3 people caught first, what is their role?" ask Danu, want to know more.

"Quite sadiss her 3rd way of torturingaa Miss, Mister! You can see it from the video recorded by Ratna" said Arsandi, removing flat objects belonging to Ratna, which he had secured before.

Danu and Noval stop their steps. Then saw with her own eyes, as Layla pleaded, screamed and cried. How they tortured Layla.

Danu clenched his hands, his eyes staring sharply with flashes of anger, heartbeats not bad, feel the pain really sore.

"Bedebahhh, dare her them. I won't let you live in peace!" said Danu with breath not because of his annoyance.

"Kurangggg teach, I raised my daughter with great affection. They easily tortured my daughter, with the heart to record her!" murmured Noval with anger.

"Show me, where is Ratna!" ask Danu coldly.

"Your Warehouse." replied Arsandi.

Brakes.

Danu pushed the front door rough. Making Ratna who was inside her instantly tiptoed in shock, looking towards her.

Plaque.

A hard slap landed on Ratna's cheek from Noval's hand, until the corner of Ratna's lips spit out fresh blood.

"Akkkhh!" pekik Ratna, feeling her cheeks sore and hotss at the same time.

"Why did you slap me? I'm not wrong!" ratna said with a high voice.

Grappings.

Noval clasped Ratna's cheek with one hand. Staring angrily at the teenage daughter who is the same age as Layla, her biological daughter with Devinta.

"Still dare to ask you, what is your fault?" ask Noval with great emphasis.

"Father who would dare slap me?" ratna asked with sharp eyes, as if challenging the middle-aged man who had just slapped his cheek hard.

Noval stepped back, her heart too sore to see Ratna. The man who tortured his daughter.

"He's the father of a daughter whom you've tortured. You hear that? You whipkk her daughter! Even with the heart you recorded it, not let go!" danu said with emotion.

"She's my wife too, you heard it was Ratna!" danu snapped in front of Ratna's face.

Ratna instantly changed her facial expression, with a pity and pleading.

"Sir, please, sir. Please release me! I'm not wrong, sir! I was just told to go with Basuki! Really sir! Please let me go, sir!" pinta Ratna, with a face of compassion, reassures Danu.

"Oh yeah? Who else told you to? Who's involved in your rotten plans?" tanya Danu coldly, her hands took offss belt that was coiled around her waist.

Ratna shuffled backwards from her sitting. His cold floor no longer he felt, with his hands and feet tied. Staring in horror at his substitute teacher.

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