The Woman Ruler of the Altan Clan

Chapter 11 the Altan Clan

Shanum is out of the hospital today. The doctor has made sure that all the test results are good, he is declared healthy. However, since waking up from his sleep this morning, Shanum still felt irritated. The man's words were still in his memory. Every word, every breath, every blink of an eye.

"For God's sake, what does that man mean?" "My mind says to run away, but my heart commands not to let you go..." With those words, how should Shanum act? He could not blame the man for his straightforwardness, while himself had already provoked that. All is out of his control.

Which made his heart even more stunned, when the man straightened his body and said, he must go. His face turned cold and flat again, after he said that sentence. It was as if he had just regained consciousness, already revealing too much.

Just then Shanum could only gawk, speechless, he followed the movement of the man's back, which was further away from his sight. "Based on the Fridge man, Arogan, has no manners. It was as if he dodged after saying such a sentence to me." Shanum banged on the bed, he was very upset with Khan Adrian.

"Hey-hey, Sha. What was? Why was the bed hit, what was the wrong mattress? And who were you maki-maki just now?" The diva looked confused as she entered the room. "Yes Sha, we only had breakfast for a while, not for long" Farah said. Shanum exhaled, he shook his head.

"Not you guys, I'm upset with that Fridge Man." Shanum folded his hands in front of his chest, his face looked bent, he pouted. Farah and Diva looked at each other, they seemed to be holding back a laugh.

Then the door of the room opened again. Taban tilted his head, he smiled. "You're ready, let's get going. You are waiting for you at home" said Taban. "Home? Whose house?" ask Farah. "Yes Mr. Khan's house. You will stay there from today" Taban replied.

"No way!" Shanum answered tightly towards Taban. Farah raised her eyebrows, and Diva was still seen gawking. "Why should we stay at the house of His Majesty Khan Adrian, Taban? Please explain it to us now?" Farah stared intently at Taban while tapping her feet.

The man seemed to be reacting to the three girls' reactions. "Em, so you don't know, you didn't tell me when you were here yesterday?" The three of them looked shaken with different looks. Diva looked frowned, Farah smiled smirk, and Shanum looked angry.Taban seemed to wipe his forehead and catch his breath.

"Hmm, look, I don't know why you're telling me to go home either. Yesterday Master only told me to prepare a room for you at home. If you want to know what you mean, sir, you should ask him yourself later at home."

"I stick to my decision, we'll go back to the hotel" Shanum replied firmly. "But-but...Oh please Ladies, help me! Don't make it difficult for me, the Lord has given me orders I must take you to his house, no matter what. I can't go back there without you guys." Taban looked hard at them.

"It's Shanum, it's not her fault either. If you're upset and want to tear that guy apart, you better do it later when you meet him. Now, let's just follow His Majesty's word, " said Farah.

"Yes right, I also want to see a millionaire's house" said Diva while grinning. Farah rolled her eyeballs hearing the Diva's speech. And Shanum seemed to be frowning, but he finally relented.

They went to the man's house. Trees dominate the landscape, shrouding the expensive houses that line the area. Their car turned in front of a pair of antique metal gates and the driver pressed something on the dashboard. His gate opened without a sound, contrary to his actual age.

Shanum took a breath as they headed towards the corridor filled with trees. He had never entered such an extraordinary gate. The road to the car is long. When they turned, he saw the big house at the end. Painted in elegant white, the house was clearly built for the person with the edge of treasure.

The roof of the house was dome-shaped, conical like a palace in the story of one thousand and one nights. Large windows cover most of the walls. But it is not the most prominent beauty - propagating along the side of the house there is something that looks like a hundred Honeysuckle bushes, and amazingly, all still flowering.

The car then stopped at the Lobby, the car door was opened by some neat-looking men. This house is guarded very closely. They are big-looking, sturdy, and handsome-looking. Shanum glanced at the Diva, and sure enough, his friend looked fascinated. His face glowed like a firefly, his eyes twinkling. Shanum smiled wryly looking at that.

"Are you hoping to meet the Prince inside?" Farah whispered in Shanum's ear, while giggling amusedly. He simply shrugged both of his shoulders, and smiled faintly.

"Such as something from a fairy tale. The story is mysterious and dangerous" Shanum said.

"Waw.this is the name of the mansion, because it is so big. Everything is beautiful to the eye." Diva was amazed to look at the mansion. "That statement is so ambiguous, what beautiful men are the mansions?" chirps Farah. "Both," said Diva smiling shyly. "Ish.it's predictable." Farah looked to roll both her eyes.

Then Farah was glued to the high ceiling before her. "How vast is this mansion?" ask Farah. "A little over a thousand square meters" Taban replied. Farah kept whistling while shaking her head.

"Hawfully, he's a Khan" Shanum murmured. "Where do you know Miss?" ask Taban. He immediately turned his head when he heard it, and looked at Shanum full of probing. Shanum stared intently back, he raised his chin, but spoke nothing.

"You better not talk to Taban first. Miss this is very, very upset" Farah said. "I can't wait to see their first fight. Who wins, huh?" Farah glanced towards Shanum while smiling smirk. Shanum snorted, hearing Farah's words. And Taban, he immediately faced forward, not daring to look back.

Then they were directed towards a room. The living room is spacious and luxurious. The ceiling of the room was so high, with Crystal Chandelier lights dominating. Looks classic European furniture with gray, white and a little soft light cream color sweep. The walls and floors are made of marble, shiny looks reflecting light from the windows.

"Sir, the girl and her two friends were already waiting in the living room. Do you want to meet them?" ask Taban. Khan Adrian looked over, he seemed to think. "No, just take them to the prepared room. I still have other business." "Okay sir, I'm sorry." Taban immediately went out and closed the door of the room.

Khan Adrian stared at a bookcase in the room. Then he approached him, pulling a thick book, behind the book was a lever. He turned the lever, and before long the bookshelf was split in two. There was a door, and he opened it.

For a second, he stood in the darkness and thought about what he should do. What happened between her and Shanum was inhumane, but very real. He felt a strong energy within the girl, and he seemed to be drawn into it. His jaw tightened, knowing that he had no other choice. Not with the increasingly uncontrollable circumstances lately befalling his clan.

Walking instinctively into the center of the room, Khan concentrated his powers from birth onto the light that was within him. He called out through his strength, communicating with the entirety of the appointed Assistants from each of his territories.

Erden for the Cumans region, the Crimea Region with Chingis, Elan-Moldova Region, the Tambov-Jourell Region, the Siberian-Monkhbat Region, and the Astrakhan Region were held by him. The ability to communicate remotely came from the same source for all clan leaders. A Khan is obliged to train this ability.

Khan Adrian had to concentrate fully, otherwise it could damage some parts of the brain and destroy this room in the process. In his mind, Khan had already seen the faces of all his assistants. They saluted and then reported the development of suspicious cases in their respective regions. "Some of you are starting to play around in my territory, you all need to stay on alert.

Immediately report to me if there are things that need other handling. And, Jourell..have the man opened his mouth?" Jourell seemed to gulp down his saliva, his face looked frightened. "Not yet, Great Khan, he still remains silent." "Have you done the usual procedure?"

Then their communication is complete. They were all saying goodbye to the clan's special greeting. Khan then took his breath, seemingly neutralizing his power. Then he rushed out of the room.

"Your rooms are prepared, please follow Erhi. He will show you his room and serve you" Taban said. "But-but what about our stuff at the hotel?" ask Diva. "All your stuff is in the room." Taban explained with a smile. He does not realize if there is someone who does not accept the treatment.

"Was the one who told you to move our things was Khan Adrian?!" Shanum looked angry, his face stiff and furious. Taban seemed to gulp his saliva, his face paled. "That's-that's Master's order, Miss." "Well, then take me now to your master!" Shanum seemed to grit his teeth, he tried to hold back his anger. "Well Miss, come with me." Taban immediately moved, he waited for Shanum to follow in his footsteps.

"We just wait here first yes," said Diva. Shanum looked to nod. "Oh yes Taban, can I and Diva go around, while waiting for Shanum. I'm sure, um, their negotiations will be long. We promise to look around, if that's allowed." Farah said with a smile pleading with Taban.

"Okay, please-then Erhi is accompanying you." Then Taban uttered the command sentence to Erhi in the local language, with a nod of his head. Taban and Shanum immediately walked out of the room, while Farah and Diva started their Tour in Khan Adrian's luxurious mansion.

"Please Miss Shanum." Taban invited him to enter a room. Previously, Shanum was told to wait first at the door, while Taban knocked on the door and asked permission to enter to deliver Shanum. When he entered a fairly large work room. Shanum looked at the enormous worktable, with papers strewn across it.

It seems to have disrupted someone's rush hour. Shanum looked around the room, and he saw the figure of Khan Adrian standing in front of a large window. The man then looked. Shanum felt like he was being punched. That guy.beautiful.

His golden brown eyes were increasingly shining against the background of sunlight that bounced through the window. Yes, this man is indeed a beautiful, beautiful concept here in the sense of the beauty of a warrior or a conqueror. This man has a power stamp on every centimeter of his skin, every part of his body.

"I heard you wanted to meet me," said the man, awakening Shanum from his admiration. Shanum blinked, then felt his face blush, not knowing how long he had been daydreaming. "Yes." Yeah."

The man's smile seemed mocking, showing typical male satisfaction.

"So talk like what's in your little brain, let's do it."

Enraged by allowing herself to still be blinded by the man's physical beauty, Shanum bites the inside of her cheek as a reprimand. They do not fall into the same hole. The man knew exactly how charming he was, and knew his influence on any innocent girl. That made him an arrogant man that Shanum should be able to resist easily.

The man was still standing in front of the window, and waiting. Shanum stopped with a distance of fifty centimeters, fully aware of the man's height and strength. He was not used to feeling short. Or weak. He mastered martial arts. That Khan Adrian could make him feel both sensations, and without much effort, made him angry enough to respond.

"I feel uneasy if there's a foreign man who's a pretentious authoritarian setting up where I should sleep. Just because he saved my life doesn't mean he can interfere in mine!"

Those golden eyes flashed in surprise. "Aren't I supposed to be the one who's scared just in case a girl who looks innocent uses me? You're the one who always shows up in front of me."

Shanum felt humiliated, his face looking angry. "Your Majesty Khan Adrian, I believe that you mistakenly thought of myself as a girl with questionable morals. I assure you that I am not a cheap woman."

Waving his hands amusedly, Khan Adrian walked towards the sofa. "You don't like me telling you to move here from the hotel" he said. "No! I don't know who you are? And what do you mean do this?" The man's lips curved up, as if Shanum was saying something funny.

"Sit, Shasha. I don't bite unless you ask for it." The man smiled faintly. His name sounded different on the man's lips. With that call, tie. As if by saying it, the man held control over it.

Shanum sat opposite the man. The sitting position of the man looked graceful and polite, he was like a king sitting on his throne. "All right, what do you want to ask? I'll try to answer that honestly."

"How old are you?" Shanum had already asked before he could hold back his curiosity. Khan Adrian raised next to his perfectly curved eyebrows. "Can't you hold back?" The comment was actually pronounced casually, but Shanum could hear the loud tone behind it. A coldness spread all over his body. "According to some people, no. I am always full of curiosity."

Something mysterious and extremely dangerous flashed in the depths of the golden eyes that no ordinary human had ever possessed. "Be careful Shasha, curiosity can sometimes get you killed."

"Are you threatening me?" shanum asked while squinting his eyes. "No, I'm just saying the reality that usually happens."

Shanum felt suddenly the air became increasingly cold felt on his skin. What the hell's going on? Why in this room the air temperature becomes frozen. Shanum seemed to be rubbing his palms, yet he remained focused on the stiff-faced man before him. The man stared back at him, so similar to a large wild beast that was stalking a hunted beast that would be made into his dinner.

"You're afraid of me?" tanyakanya. Shanum is not stupid enough to lie. "I'm scared to death. But I don't think you could have brought me here just to get rid of me." The man then chuckled amusedly, he shook his head.

"Shasha, look, I'm not a killer. Not if it's not for self-protection." "You're sure, instead of someone with great power, you'll usually do everything you can to protect his territory." Shanum smiled innocently towards the man.

The man looked to wipe his face. "I want you to stay here because I suspect someone is trying to kill you, Shasha." Shanum was wide-eyed, he was shocked to hear the man's words. "You mean the sinking..." The man nodded his head. Shanum got up from his seat. He stopped in front of a painting of a vast steppe field with several ancient-looking buildings inside.

Shanum turned his head and asked, "Do you have an ancestor whose face is exactly the same as yours?" Khan looked at Shanum, his golden eyes turning dark - as if a storm was sweeping through. The change in the direction of their conversation that was so quick affected the man. He got up from the sofa in a sudden but smooth motion. The man approached Shanum, removing the distance between them.

Khan raised one of his fingers, moving it to Shanum's cheekbones. He jerks. Not because Khan hurt her. Instead, the place that the man touched was as if it had a direct connection to the hottest, most feminine part of his body. Just one light caress and her heart was already pounding heavily on her ribs, embarrassing. But he didn't want to stay away, didn't want to give up.

"What did your question mean by Shasha? Isn't it like we were talking about an assassination attempt that happened to you?" Khan's finger then went down his jaw and lightly stroked his neckline, giving him unwanted excruciating pleasure. "If you want to know Shasha, no ancestor is the same face as me."

Tiring to raise his hand, Shanum put away the man's hand, knowing that his success in getting the answer was due more to Khan's desire to obey. And that makes him angry. "Please don't touch me as you please. You're nothing to me, our relationship isn't that close." Khan looked at Shanum for a few minutes, with a haughty and cold gaze that made his blood turn to ice. "Not yet.not not yet, but not yet..."