The Revenge of the President

Chapters 105. Ace

Dave finally got out of the car. Meanwhile, Liam who was driving, immediately brought the vehicle into the yard.

Fira noticed the figure, which came down with them. Buy on. Luxury dresses and jewelry, attached to her body. His head smokes, it doesn't take. But, his common sense kept giving alarms.

"Good night, Madam. What brings you here so late."

Fira's hand, clenched. His common sense, continue to give alarm, in order to control his emotions.

He who made her wait a long time, did not even let her in. Now, he asked as if he knew nothing.

"I'm waiting for you. We need to talk. Aren't you going to let your mother-in-law in?"

Dave just smiled, then walked first. He did not know what he meant, this woman came, even waiting for him. But, clearly it seems like something very important.

"Please!"

Fira circulated a glance, looking for the figure that would be his target.

"You, what do you need?" Directly asked, because Dave did not want to hear the pleasantries, which spent a lot of time.

"Where's that woman?" Fira too, was already unable to contain her curiosity.

"My wife? What are you looking for?" Dave said it honestly. For what, keep hiding it. After all, they are husband and wife.

Meanwhile, Fira was already burning emotions, when she heard it. That woman, who was the root cause of her life. Now, being a cinderella, replacing her precious daughter.

"You married her?" shout Fira. "You tricked me, saying he's nobody to you." Fira's voice had gone up an octave. His chest rumbled, as if he wanted to, landing his palm on Dave's face.

"True, I married her," Dave insisted, even with a face unencumbered with anything. "And that, it has nothing to do with you."

"You." Fira's hands were tightly clenched. "Where's your conscience? You marry, your future wife's killer, your baby killer. Are you out of your mind?" A sound filled the room.

Dave's face changed. A year, that sentence flashed in his mind. Within a year as well, that sentence also became an alarm for him. Every, he felt sorry for Arshila.

However, that sentence, now means nothing more. It was just, an empty sentence, worthless.

"Madam, if you come, just to talk about it. Then, please go!"

Fira laughed insipidly, her guess was not wrong. He is too busy with his world and forgets important things. He also believes too much in Dave's words.

Although, he had already forgiven the woman, because he had already obtained his punishment. But, hearing the reality, the woman became his daughter's successor, he really did not accept. Very unacceptable!

"I won't stay silent. How can someone who eliminated my daughter become Alehandra's mistress. I'll tell this to the world and see how you handle it."

Fira's posing a threat, as bait. Dave would never let, the public know, what had happened. An assassin, ascended the throne to become queen. News that will shake the whole country. In fact, it will drop the company name.

"You're threatening me?" Dave looked at the woman sharply. He dislikes it the most, with threats. Moreover, from someone who was not his opponent.

"I didn't threaten you, but I didn't. How could you replace my daughter with someone who eliminated her? I don't accept it! Remember that!"

"Never say that" sizzled Dave with a flushed face. "He never killed anyone."

Plaque.

"She's already wiped out my daughter and you're saying, she didn't. Is your heart dead?"

Dave mute. He was too lazy to argue. Moreover, this woman, would definitely not accept, no matter what she said. Free!

Fira who was overcome by emotions, suddenly shut up. The threat that made him, thinking a thousand times, to do so. The goal, just wants Dave to bow, because of his threat. But why is it the opposite.

Not wanting to leave in vain, Fira pursues the former daughter-in-law.

"Listen, me!"

Dave stopped, but didn't look.

"Is there not the slightest feeling, left, for my daughter? Do you realize what you're doing is so unfair to him? He loves you so much, but you, what are you doing now? Marry the woman, who made her die." Fira was crying. His emotions that had been burning, turned into a deep heartache.

Dave just grinned. She used to believe, Clarissa loved her. The woman who always says the word, just over the phone. Every time he met, he just bowed, not daring to look at him.

Feeling fed up, Dave walked back. Leaving Fira, who was looking at him confused.

How could his heart not be moved at all? Is his daughter not in his heart anymore? Wh why?

Fira is getting confused, what to do. Dave was gone, without saying anything. Not this, which he expected from his arrival.

No, I can't go back, without getting anything, Fira murmured.

Prok, prok, prok.

The sound of applause, accompanied by mocking laughter. Rachel who had heard and noticed, finally came out. Actually from earlier, he could not bear it, to meet the woman. But her husband held her.

"Well, jeng Fira. This late, come just to insult my son-in-law."

"Holy? Hush." Fira was so sick of that word. That damned woman, indeed in her daughter's place, is the heart of all the inhabitants of this house. "I wonder, what if everyone knows."

"I'm curious too." Rachel sat on the sofa, tilting her head, looking at Fira casually. "Well, how do they react, yeah?"

"You're testing me? You think I'm afraid of your son's threats." Back, prettiest. Fira shouted furiously. "Listen, Jeng, you know very well, how people will look."

"I know." Rachel leaned back by folding both her hands. Still in a relaxed tone and not afraid. "I wonder how people will look. Knowing your daughter, conceiving someone else's child."

Deg.

Fira's face changed. Highlight the challenging eyes, slowly looking down. His face was filled with nervousness.

"What-what, are you talking about? You're slandering my daughter?"

"Don't pretend anymore, Jeng. Your attitude makes me want to vomit. We both hold cards. So, it's up to you when you're gonna use your last card."

Fira was silent, with a million questions in her heart. His mind, guessing, where did they know it from? That secret, only he and his daughter knew.

Except,

"Oh, yes, Jeng. I hear you have nothing but a name." Rachel laughs. "Perfectly. You're home. Not funny, if your husband kicked you out, for wandering around at night."

Fira. His pride is trampled. His only hope at the moment, was just the big name of the husband behind him. Besides, he doesn't have anything else.

Warring without weapons, making him die silly on the battlefield. Capitalizing on attack tactics, that was simply not enough.

Fira finally, left without getting anything. Even so, he did not give up. There is another day, he thought.