The Rich Widow

Mr. Bian's Plan 2

"You!" With all his might, the man held back his emotions. His face was flushed and his jaw was tight.

Mr. Bian just smiled regardless of how the young man looked to him.

"The poor arman. Honestly, I feel sorry for you" said Mr. Bian, shaking his head.

"What do you mean? I don't need to be guarded. It's better to have mercy on yourself because at your age, you still don't understand the attitude of visiting other people's homes, '" Arman replied, grunting in annoyance.

Mr. Bian glanced at Arman for a moment then turned his gaze back the other way. "You know what, Arman? You have wasted a diamond just to get a piece of street rock that has absolutely no price" Mr. Bian said with a serious look.

"I guess you do have a distraction. I'd better call security to get you out of here!"

Arman immediately shouted, calling the security guard up ahead.

"Security! The security!" call him out loud.

The sound of Arman's screams was heard to the outer courtyard, where the security guards were on guard. Without a second thought, two security guards ran into the luxurious residence in haste.

Arriving in the room, they rushed to Arman. "Yes, Master!"

"Why did you let this old man into the house, huh?" snapped Arman while glaring both eyes at the security.

The two security guards threw eyes at each other without daring to answer a question from Arman just now.

"Why silence?! I'll tell Ira and ask her to fire you. Now, drag this old man out! I don't want him to make a mess in this house, understand?!"

"But, Mr ...." One of the security guards wanted to explain everything. However, Arman hastily interrupted the man's words.

"There's no buts! Now drag this old man out of our house!" sela Arman's.

With hesitation, the two security guards stepped over to Lord Bian. However, instead of expelling or dragging Mr. Bian out of the room, they instead nodded respectfully and no one dared to look him in the face.

"God! What the fuck?" arman protests. "I order you to drag him out of this house and not salute him! You fool," said Arman.

Right at that moment Madam Ira came down from the main room after hearing the noise from outside. He was disturbed to hear Arman's screams and screams at that time.

"What's up, honey? Early in the morning, it made a scene!" said Mrs Ira with half a shout.

The woman still wearing the lingerie did not realize that in the room there was Mr. Bian waiting for his presence.

Mr. Bian looked up and looked at Ira who was still at the top of the stairs. His face looked cold and no one knew what the old man was really thinking, including Arman.

"Look at the behavior of your security! Without anyone's permission, they let this old man in! In vain would you give them a big salary if you just throw away this old man they can't afford it!" arman clearly grumbled.

Madam Ira frowned her two eyebrows in surprise. "What old man do you mean?" asked the woman while spreading her gaze around the room until both of her neutrals stopped on Mr. Bian who was sitting on the sofa with his leisure.

"It's good to see you again, Ira," replied Mr. Bian as he returned the woman's gaze.

"You know him, Ra?" Arman rushed over to Madame Ira and stood beside her.

Arman looked puzzled as Madam Ira's reaction back then was completely unexpected. He did not expect that Mrs Ira had recognized the old man who had barged into their home without anyone's permission.

"Ehm, actually in-she ...." Madam Ira seemed confused to explain who the real Mr. Bian was to Arman because all this time he had never told the slightest story about the old man.

Mr. Bian rose from his position and stood before Arman and Mrs Ira.

"Do you want to know who I am, Arman? I am the owner of this luxurious house and whatever is in it. Including the clothes you are wearing right now," said Mr. Bian, smilingly looking at Arman and Mrs Ira in turn.

"W-what did he say was true, Ra? E-but, didn't you ever say that this house is yours? Then how—" Not yet finished Arman said, Mr. Bian again interrupted his speech.

"If the woman ever shows this certificate of home and land in her name, it's all fake. This woman has falsified all my important documents and correspondence and changed them on behalf of Ira Lestari" Mr. Bian continued.

"I-that's not true, Arman. This guy is crazy! Yeah, he's crazy!" said Mrs Ira with a pale face trying to convince the confused Arman.

Mr. Bian laughed softly then sat back down on the soft sofa. "What a shame, Ira. Too bad your plan failed. I'm alive and now I remember everything. I'll make sure you get the right reply from me" said Mr. Bian again.

"No! Nah! You still don't remember it completely, Bian. Have you forgotten that you yourself have reversed the names of all the documents in my name" elak Madame Ira who is still seeking a defense even though she is clearly caught telling lies.

Mr. Bian clucked in annoyance. He did not believe that the woman who had been his wife was still evasive and did not admit the truth.

"Well if you still insist. I can prove that what I say is true. Wait a minute" said Mr. Bian, who then grabbed his phone to contact the man waiting outside.

"Yes, Master!"

"Come in and don't forget to bring the man!"

"Okay, Mr. Bian."

Mrs Ira is getting scared. He was afraid that all his crimes had been completely dismantled by the old man.

Not long after, the man who had accompanied him arrived in the room with a man with both hands cuffed. In addition, there were several police officers who also entered with them.

"Yes, God!" shriek Mrs Ira with round eyes after seeing the figure of the man who had been his man who had been bent by them.

"Are you still evasive, Ira? Is this not the man you ordered me to harm that day?" said Mr. Bian while grinning to look at Madame Ira who was now in fear. His entire body even shook violently.

"No! That's not true! I don't know who this man is" elak Madame Ira shook her head.

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