Unlucky Bride (The Poor Bride)

Chapter 07 ~ R.I.P (Redmir Plavius)

That morning Faylan was awakened by sunlight entering through the cracks of the ventilation. Faylan was shocked because he was now lying on a king-size bed in his room, instead of on the terrace of the mansion.

"Who moved me? There's no way Mr. Son" Faylan murmured alone. Not wanting to be late to school just because he thought of Allison, Faylan immediately got out of bed and then stepped into the bathroom to clean up.

After being ready with the school uniform, he grabbed the bag and stepped out of the room. However, his feisty steps must be stopped when he feels the vibration of his clothes like. Faylan took his old-fashioned cell phone, there was an incoming call from home. Curious, Faylan hurriedly lifted him up.

"Hallo, what's up, Bik?"

"Non Faylan."

"What, Bik? What the hell's going on? Say?" faylan was getting curious.

"Something happened to Mr. Plavius, now that he has been taken to the hospital," said the maid in a trembling voice.

"What hospital?"

"Oesterian hospital."

Tutt's!

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In company.

Geck, tok, tok!

"Lake in!" allison exclaimed, who was focused on reading and then put his precious signature on an important document.

"Sorry to interrupt, sir."

"Say," urged Allison without turning to the assistant.

"I just got word that Mr. Redmir Plavius is dead, sir," Juan's assistant said.

"Damn!" allison immediately got up from his seat, then stepped out of the company quickly. Juan's assistant tried to keep up with his master's steps until he reached the parking lot.

"Where is he now?" Allison dropped her body in the middle seat, while Juan's assistant began gasping at high speed.

"Before in the hospital, sir. But, now it's been brought home to his house."

"Faylan is not Redmir! Where is Faylan now?" the voice as deep as the ocean sounded annoyed.

"If Miss Faylan I don't know, sir. Sorry," Juan's assistant replied in a moment of shrieking.

"Speed up!" allison.

"Good, Sir." Juan's assistant increased the speed of the vehicle. He drives like actors in action movies, he overtakes and passes every car that gets in his way.

A few minutes away, the new luxury car stopped at the main door of the Plavius residence. Allison rushed down from her car so that Juan's assistant could not open.

Allison approached several police officers who were outside the house to secure the scene. Seeing Allison's arrival, the police bowed their bodies.

"How's it?" ask Allison briefly.

"We did not manage to find any evidence at the scene, whether the weapons used, fingerprints, drops of blood or even sweat. The perpetrator acted very clean and tidy, obviously this is a case of premeditated murder, sir. The main suspect is Mrs Molina. We will definitely carry it out completely" explained the general who immediately intervened in handling the case which also had a connection with Allison, the prince of their country.

"Fuck your bullshit!"

Allison enters the residence of Plavius, his main goal being to find Faylan's whereabouts. When he was in the living room, Allison stopped her footsteps, then turned around, looking at Juan's assistant seriously.

How can Allison trust the police in her country? Even until this moment they all did not manage to uncover the mystery behind the death of both parents.

"Well, sir," replied Juan's assistant, bowing down, then immediately carrying out the task given by his master.

In the spacious living room, Allison stood firm, the servants and guards of the Plavius residence bowing their heads in welcome. Allison turned her gaze to Faylan who was standing next to her father's coffin. Faylan's face looked expressionless flat, not crying, not smiling. Allison frowned in wonder.

"Master," called Juan's assistant who had just arrived after finishing his task.

"How's it?"

"Already, Sir. The police are gone" Juan's assistant respectfully reported.

"Take me to the scene."

"Let's, sir," Juan's assistant pointed straight to the room of Redmir Plavius, where he was found to be in a terrible condition.

Allison stepped into the blood-soaked room, Juan's assistant faithfully on the left side of her master. Allison swept through every corner of the room with her sharp gaze. The footsteps stopped on the floor where a lot of blood splattered. Allison squatted down, then felt and smelled blood spots there. Juan's assistant handed her a tissue, Allison cleaned her finger.

"Explain," Allison said as she walked slowly.

"Mr Plavius brought many women home until a great quarrel broke out between him and mistress Molina. Mr. Plavius divorced and then expelled Mrs Molina. And so far no trace of Madame Molina has been found."

"Do you think that rotten woman knows how to kill cleanly?" timpal Allison stepped into the bathroom.

"No way, sir. Mrs Molina only had one weapon of poison that was not detected medically. The stab wound that Mr. Redmir got was impossible unless there was someone behind him. Let's see this, sir" Assistant Juan explained, then showed Allison a picture.

Allison paused in front of the bathroom, then saw a picture Juan's assistant gave her. Juan's assistant said, "This prick—"

"Just like the stab wounds my mom and dad got!" allison clasped the picture tightly, then threw it on the floor.

"FU CK!" allison kicked the bathroom door open.

Allison turned the body away, but a vague inscription caught her eye, making Allison run into the bathroom.

HOW ARE YOU, DIMA AFSON?

Craang!

"That bastard's around here! Pinta the guards come and get him!" allison snapped with blood pouring from the back of her injured hand after landing on the mirror containing a greeting from blood writing.

Not many people know his real name. Only the closest people because since birth his real name is indeed kept secret. People only know her nickname is BABY D.

Allison's real name is Dima Afson. Allison Jois was the real name of her late father, which she reused. Of course, the person who writes greetings in the mirror is not just anyone. Allison believes that the mysterious figure who killed Redmir Plavius is the same person who killed her parents.

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