The Wife of the King's Pay

Chapter 10 Chosen Me (Part 1)

A long table was reserved for dinner that day. A variety of appetizing dishes have been prepared by the waiters on the table.

Only the clattering of the participants' shoes echoed filled the room. Their lips are tightly clenched. No one dared to speak as long as Miss Siska was in the room.

The next second heard the sound of wheels spinning on the wooden floor. The participants turned to the door.

They were all bewitched by the stunning visual display of the villa's owner mistress. The woman was none other than Zevira, the consort of King Adhiyaksa.

"Good night everyone," Zevira said, entering the dining room.

His loyal servant, Bi Dewi, pushed Zevira's wheelchair until it was right in the middle of the dining table.

"Night, madam," replied the participants looking disinclined.

Bi Dewi immediately took out a special tableware for Zevira. While the girls were just sitting unmoved.

Although their stomachs thrashed for filling, they did not dare to touch the food before the hostess invited them.

"Please eat. Perhaps you rarely enjoy this kind of dish in your home. But this particular evening, I want to entertain you all with a high-end meal. Spend it while there is still a chance. Don't be shy."

After Zevira said so, the participants started picking up their spoons and forks. Unlike Miranda who remained silent. He nudged Cleantha's right leg under the table.

Cleantha gave a quick glance. He saw his friend code by pursing his lower lip towards Zevira. Cleantha guesses that Miranda is offended by Zevira's condescending remarks.

The stiff and awkward atmosphere was felt during the dinner.

A dish that is supposed to be delicious turns bland due to an unpleasant atmosphere. Cleantha sipped a glass of water instead of taking food on the table.

About an hour later, the discomfort was over.

"Have you guys finished enjoying dinner yet?" tanya Zevira looked at the girls one by one.

"Already, Madam," replied the girls in unison.

"Mother Siska, am I able to make an announcement to them?" zevira asked the woman sitting next to her.

"Of course, Mrs Zevira."

Zevira faced the participants while raising a sharp gaze.

"You can't wait to see who makes it to the last round. Therefore, I will announce it now."

"Participants who were selected based on my decision were.First Jessica Riana, second Ayumi Larasati, and third...Cleantha Hastomo," Zevira continued in a loud voice.

"Clea, you're chosen. Congratulations" whispered Miranda.

Cleantha was just stunned to hear her name being called by Zevira Adhiyaksa.

Before leaving, Zevira had Bu Siska take control of the competition participants.

"Bu Siska, arrange for the unelected girls to leave the villa immediately tomorrow morning."

"Okay, Madam."

"Bi Goddess, take me to the room. My job here is done" Zevira told his servant.

Miss Siska waited until Zevira left the room, then stood up from her seat.

"Miss Miss, you have heard the results of Mrs Zevira's decision. For those who are not selected, tonight is allowed to stay. But tomorrow morning you must leave the villa. The servants will help you."

Ms. Siska walked over while lowering her tone.

"For the three participants chosen by Mrs Zevira, you must prepare for the final round of the competition. You will meet directly with the owner of the Adhiyaksa Group, Mr. King. So prepare yourself well," said Ms. Siska full of meaning.

Hearing the King's name being mentioned, suddenly fear took over Cleantha.

"Why is my gut feeling bad like this? Is it because I am too over-imagining the figure of the Lord King? No, I can't be prejudiced against people I don't know yet,

cleantha thought she was calming herself down.

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The king buttoned one by one the buttons of his shirt.

From the reflection of the mirror, he observed the wounds that adorned his forehead. There was a bruise on the right forehead and a scraped scar that had dried up on the left.

The king took bandages and wound medicine from the top of the nightstand to cover his wounds. Today he has to be perfect.

In order to successfully carry out his revenge mission, the King is determined to act as much as possible in the presence of Zevira.

At first, he felt compassion for the woman who once filled his heart. But after Dion reported new evidence of Zevira's affair, the King's heart was petrified.

The evidence Dion gave had opened the King's eyes that Zevira was a traitorous woman. He spent the night in a hotel room with Fendi. Still plus a series of hidden dates they're behind her.

Just remembering it makes the King's blood rise to the top of the crown. Especially if you have to witness the affair directly.

The king looked at himself once more in front of the mirror. All the injuries from the accident had been covered, except for a gaping wound in his veins.

Before leaving his room, the King glanced at his watch.

"It's time for me to go,"

muttered King.

The king tried to speed up his steps. But the pain in his calf, preventing him from moving faster.

"Master," said Dion, who was waiting in the doorway.

"Dion, since when did you come?" asked the King in surprise.

"I came ten minutes ago, Sir. I'd like to give you some info about the three girls Mrs Zevira chose."

Dion paused for a moment. He noticed the way the King walked a little limp.

"Sir, you better not walk too much. I'm afraid your legs will be sore like yesterday. Or do you want me to get you a stick?"

"No need, Dion. I'm not a handicapped person. It's just a little pain anyway. It disappeared for a moment too. Quickly send the data and photos of Zevira's selected participants to my phone."

"Good, Sir."

Dion's fingers moved agilely pressing the send button on his phone.

In an instant, the photos and the data of the three girls who escaped, have been sent to the King's mobile phone.

While observing a photo of Jessica, the first girl Zevira chooses, the King sniffs a caption from his assistant.

"What do you think these three girls Zevira chose fit my criteria?"

"I've done interviews with them in person. I think the Madam chose these three girls because of their innocence. They were naive girls who had no experience with men. Maybe the Madam had a certain intention behind her decision" Dion said.

"You're smart, Dion. I know Zevira deliberately chose a future wife for me, who was not comparable to her. Unfortunately, his strategy was wrong. I was indeed looking for a substandard girl, so that I could more easily control her. He must be able to fulfill my purpose."

The King's attention was again focused on his phone screen.

His bead suddenly widened, as he looked at the photo of the third girl that Zevira had chosen.

The girl's face was very familiar, even the image of her face was stored in the King's subconscious memory.

"This girl.." furious as the King saw his mortal enemy.

The king hastily turned to the attachment of the document that was under the girl's photo.

"Cleantha Hastomo's. So that's his real name. It turned out that he was also lying to me about his name," the King sighed with a reddened face.

Dion looked astonished at the reaction of his boss.

"Sir, what's wrong?"

The king pointed the screen of his phone at the same level as Dion's eyes.

"Is the face of this girl named Cleantha really the same as her picture?"

"Yes, Sir. Miss Cleantha's photo is exactly the same as her real face. What's the matter, sir?"

"She's the girl I'm looking for. The girl who ran away from her responsibilities and dared to lie to me. I can't believe he turned himself in on me.

A creepy grin formed on the King's lips.

"Dion, I don't need to see the other two girls. Because I've found out who deserves to be my second wife."