When My Wife Surrender

Canary Pie

At present...

New, larger companies, growing rapidly. The mansion is also more spacious than the house belonging to the late Zoya. Nothing is lacking in their lives.

Will Willy now help his father in the company, Sarah? The girl served as deputy governor. Morena was so proud of the life of her husband, daughter and son. She feels proud and successful as a mother.

But still, the truth that they have today comes from a treasure that is not their right. Zoya and Wanda can you calmly look at those who have everything? I don't know, but there are some deeds that are not harvested directly, like karma waiting at the end.

There is nothing legally wrong, as Zoya's company has gone bankrupt, her house sold to pay off the company's debts. Chrysanthemums don't have anything anymore.

The child who lives in the orphanage should be 28 years old. Notaries and foundations based abroad can expect the child may be married.

Two men of foreign nationality disembarked at the arrival area of the international airport. Their goal is to return assets to their owners or at least, if they want to remain managed by their foundation, a new agreement must be made.

"Robert, do you know their new address?" ask Jacob (the foundation owner) to the notary.

"Already, last time when I showed the sign of condolence, the secretary of the late Zoya named Santoso who took care of the child. So Santoso's residence must be the same as his, "Robert answered, pulling his suitcase.

"If Chrysanthemum is well taken care of, I'm sure she won't forget the family who raised her," Jacob waved his hand, stopping the taxi.

The assets managed by the foundation have now grown even larger. Branches of hotels, villas and real estate have all seen price increases. The hotel has now opened more branches. Often used to entertain guests classmate important officials or leaders of the country.

Hotel and villa branches not only exist in one country but more than 10 countries. Not to mention some villas that are often rented, and apartment towers owned by the late Zoya who previously had moderate rental prices. Being high rental prices, due to the transfer of downtown areas. The foundation chosen by the father of Chrysanthemum was originally not a large foundation, but can be entrusted to hold the trust. Now the foundation has grown bigger.

Like a half-profit agreement to belong to the foundation. And it is also used by the foundation to help displaced children mostly from Africa and developing countries.

While the other half after the development and management money cut, went into the bank account owned by Chrysanthemum. The amount? It's hard to imagine the money raised in 21 years. Maybe what Santoso has that is said by the upper class, due to the company that developed. Only a tiny fraction of the money in Chrysanthemum's bank account.

The car drove through the bustle of urban frenzy. Until finally arrived at the residence owned by Santoso, a fairly large luxury house. Yet strangely these two people were not astonished at all. They are used to meeting world-class people.

ART came to greet them, making drinks. Then ran to the second floor calling his master.

"Slices may be well cared for, they don't include flaws do they?" ask Robert.

"Santoso himself only has a rental house first. This house may be the result of managing Zoya's small company." Jacob replied.

Until the hosts came down, Morena and Santoso, walking in high-ranking clothes, even Morena was like a walking gold shop, "Sorry who are you?" santoso asked, sitting opposite them.

"It's Jacob and myself Robert, by the way where is Chrysanthemum is she married?" his question did not explain, first the intent of their arrival before seeing Chrysanthemums with their own eyes.

Santoso clenched his hands, guessing that these two people were friends of Zoya's deceased. Finding excuses is what he is doing right now.

"Krisan, 20 years ago Zoya's company ran into trouble, her house was also confiscated. We want to take her to live with us in a simple house. But he ran away from home, couldn't stand our tough lives..." Santoso lowered his head, trying to invite sympathy.

"Is that so? Then our arrival means nothing. We'll look for the Chrysanthemum somewhere else. Handing over the inheritance he received if he was married, "Jacob's eyes scanned, knowing there were many lies within this person.

"heritage?" ask Morena to confirm her hearing.

Jacob nodded, "During this time the foundation I manage is entrusted with safeguarding Zoya's overseas assets. Definitely high-value assets,"

Robert pulled out a copy of the agreement. And the details of the amount of assets and funds in the Chrysanthemum account reached hundreds of millions of dollars.

Santoso grabbed her trembling hands, his heart pounding fast. It's really crazy, Zoya has this much assets, even one of her hotels located in another country is not comparable to the results of Santoso's hard work today.

Until, another lie tried, "I'm sorry we lied to keep it from people who often pretend to be relatives. We'll call Chrysanthemum, he's in his room right now." said Santoso shaking his head to the side door of the stairs. The door where Sarah is.

Morena who understood with her husband's gesture immediately stepped into her daughter's room. A while passed, Sarah who had been given instructions to pretend to be a Chrysanthemum smiled.

"Siang.." he said sitting gracefully.

"It's Chrysanthemum, we take good care of it, don't you think...?" Morena smiled embracing Sarah.

"Yes, aunt Morena took good care of me..." Sarah smiled, upset? Of course, Chrysanthemum turned out to have even more everything compared to him. It is not why, she will still be able to seize everything, now and forever she is a real young lady.

"You are getting more beautiful, uncle has not seen you for a long time, since in Spain, you still remember uncle? This uncle brought you walnut pie as a souvenir, you like it, right?" Jacob pulled out the packaged walnut pie.

"I can't forget my uncle. You, my father's uncle's best friend who used to be in Spain, right?" he said grabbing a walnut pie.

"Eat, do not hesitate, you even used to whine asking for it..." Jacob smiled, in front of him.

Morena stared at her daughter, "Just eat..."

Sarah just smiled starting to open the packaging without hesitation. Chew it, even spending a large chunk.

"Who are you?" the smile on Jacob's face disappeared.

"A...what does uncle mean?" ask Sarah for a wave.

"I've never been to Spain. I met Zoya and Chrysanthemum in Holland. In addition, Chrysanthemum is allergic to walnuts. Zoya herself said that the child would have a severe rash because of it." she said with a low smile.

"A. I forgot because it's been too long. My allergies are healed anyway. I'm ..." Sarah's words are interrupted.

"Simple question, when are you having your birthday!?" tanyanya back.

Sarah glanced at her mother, but her mother and father were silent and they never cared about the date of her birthday. The birthday date? Even walnut allergies are only known to them today.

"We don't have any interest here anymore, I think it's enough. We'll find the boy ourselves, "Robert's eyes scanned the mansion, "Zoya used to help me. So I'm making sure there's an investigation into Zoya's bankruptcy. If just one penny of his money goes into your pocket, I'll take this to the law,"

Santoso sighed, there was only one chance, bribing them."Waitaminute! I promise to split half Chrysanthemum's assets. As long as you can fake our daughter Sarah as a Chrysanthemum,"

Jacob's move to leave stopped, "You think we're the only ones watching!? There are banks that cannot be lied to. Even if no one is watching, I will not take away the child's estate that helped fund my foundation for more than 21 years. I don't know how many abandoned children, poor, even people with special needs who eat from 50% of the profit sharing of Zoya's assets,"

"Look! I'm not afraid of humans! Not bowing and adoring money! But fear of God! The prayers of millions who can live better than the sharing of the child's inheritance will be heard by God! I don't want to be hated by Him,"

Seriate