Widow Flower Uncle CEO
EPISODE 9
As per Reid's request, breakfast is prepared in the room.
"Whether the food doesn't suit your taste, you haven't touched your food." Reid said expressionlessly and still ate his meal.
"Ti's... Heresy... It's a really good meal." Magdalena.
After a awkward breakfast together in the room between Reid and Magdalene, Magdalene finally breathed a sigh of relief, with Reid gone.
Throughout the breakfast there was no special talk, Reid only focused on his food while Magdalene only stirred food and occasionally feed food to his mouth.
Reid went to his room and Qartel had arrived there waiting for Reid.
"How's the information." Reid said and sat down in his chair.
"I've cleared up, sir, to be honest, everyone who wants Miss Magdalena is quite a lot, and they are from among the nobility. I've been pushing them."
"Make sure they keep their mouths shut over Magdalene's existence, and Magdalene's origin, so that no more people will want her."
"It's Master."
"Good job."
"But sir, why should we pressure them not to open their mouths about Miss Magdalene."
"Magdalene's grandmother was actually a noblewoman who chose to leave her status, even though her grandmother had renounced her nobility, but the parents of Magdalene's grandmother, Magdalene's great-grandmother, bequeathed all her wealth to her great-granddaughter, her only descendant, Magdalene, everyone does not know, because I was the last person to speak, he told me and he asked me to keep the inheritance, I kept the inheritance in a London international bank, when just before his death came I promised I would look after him." Said Reid.
"So it means the noble men who are after Miss Magdalene..."
"It cannot be ascertained whether they seem to know the background of Magdalene, or just interested in the beauty of Magdalene. That's exactly what I wanted to know when you investigated it."
"I'll do my next investigation, sir."
"Tock... Geck... H...!!" The door is knocked, and then Deborah comes in.
"Mr Reid... The Great Lord is calling you." Deborah.
"Show it to my room." Said Reid.
"Good sir." Deborah then looked down and resigned, not how long the phone rang.
Reid lifted her.
Without saying anything Reid understood when his father contacted him it was an order and could not be broken.
"Yes I understand." Reid replied expressionlessly and then hung up.
"Qartels... "
"Yes Sir..."
"Prepare for a flight to Russia, he finally wants to see my wife." Said Reid.
Qartel gulped and looked down to understand.
After Qartel's departure, Reid came out of his room and looked for Magdalene.
"Where's Magdalene?" Ask Reid to Deborah.
"Master... Miss is in the back, in the back garden together..." Deborah was nervous.
Reid understood, running Reid straight to the back garden but his legs stopped when he heard Joyce and Magdalena talk.
"How much do you need? Will I give you, money, a building, an honorable position? The status? Or shares and companies? But leave Reid." Joyce.
Magdalene remained silent.
"You know that Reid is the pride of our family, you won't be able to understand how complicated the noble life is, you won't be able to survive you can't compete with the noble ladies of honor." Joyce.
"Mrs..." Magdalene's gaze was on Joyce.
"I appreciate your offer, but sorry before, my husband has given me all the material, which I think all of it is too big for me even if it is called a dowry, the taste is too luxurious. Honestly, I don't need money. So if you give me as much money as anything, it won't affect me."
"Sad... So arrogant. You are greedy, you intend to have all this. The look in your eyes is also overconfident, you are stubborn, listen to Magdalena if you are too stubborn without having a plan, it is suicidal, naive, and also pathetic, Reid's gonna throw you out as soon as his goal is reached." Joyce said then he stood up.
"Mrs..." Call Magdalene still in a sitting position.
Joyce stopped but did not turn around.
"I hear you're not his real mother, if my husband doesn't believe in you and you're always at war, if my husband keeps a distance from you how I can accept it all, if my husband keeps a distance from you, moreover, most importantly how can I believe in your words, besides what right do you manage my husband's life, he knows what is good for his purpose, and what is good for his purpose, even if your words are true and he throws me out because his goal has been achieved, at least he's happy and I'm not bothering him."
Joyce turned her face looking towards the undaunted Magdalena by saying it all.
Outraged, Joyce leaves Magdalene feeling emotional.
After watching silently Reid understood.
"He's tough enough." Said Reid.
Magdalene then stood up and left the place, but when she turned she almost hit Reid.
"BRUKK!!!"
"aaah... Sorry I didn't know you were here. Ahhh... I mean sorry I didn't know you were here" Magdalena said.
Today Magdalene is learning to get used to talking relaxed and friendly like a real married couple.
Because Reid's alert movement quickly caught Magdalene's body, with his usual face, expressionless, Magdalene survived without falling over.
"We're going to fly to Russia to see my father." Said Reid.
"aa.. Oh!!!" Shouted Magdalene in surprise.
"Ke... Why suddenly!" Magdalene felt her head turn and turn.
Reid then let go of his hands, and Magdalene wavered and fell into the grass.
"BRUKK!!!" Magdalene's butt fell perfectly.
"Asstaagaa!!! My ass hurts so much. It should be that if he doesn't intend to help there's no need to help if it's just going to be dropped again." Annoyed Magdalena.
"Quick packing!" Shouted Reid while walking.
Magdalene stood up and ran in a hurry.
After arriving at the room, Magdalena packed up, and Reid was still just sitting on the sofa looking at her laptop.
"Why you... Uh... You're not packing... Suaami...." Magdalena asked awkwardly and still with a feeling of annoyance.
"I have clothes there anyway we only 1 night at most 2 nights there. Pack it as necessary." Said Reid.
"Then what should I tell your father?" Ask Magdalena.
"You just have to be quiet and don't make a mess." Said Reid.
"Did I always mess up?" Magdalene asked herself.
Reid was silent.
Not how long the door was on tap.
Reid walked up and opened the door, it was Qartel.
"Sir, the light is ready."
Reid looked back, and Magdalene was still preparing.
"Wait a minute." Reid's orders.
"Good sir." Qartel lowered his head and stood guard in front of the room.
"It's over?" Ask Reid.
"Do I have to take this?" Magdalene asked, lifting some snacks.
"There will be plenty of snacks on the plane."
"really? Is there macaron too?" Ask Magdalena.
"You like that with macaroni?" Reid closed Magdalene's suitcase and put it on the floor and dragged her.
Magdalene followed Reid.
"Likes very much..." Magdalene whispered behind Reid.
Reid stopped at the door, and coughed as Magdalene spoke softly and her breathing warmed up on Reid's back.
"Like It Very Much." Is a short sentence that is so tempting according to Reid, his body immediately brushed, alalagi Magdalena said it by whispering and his hot breath about his burly back.
Reid then turned and looked towards Magdalene.
Magdalene herself is confused as to what is going on with Reid.
"A... What was? Is there something on my face?" Magdalene pressed both of her cheeks with her palms.
Reid swallowed his saliva until his jakun went up and down.
"From now on don't talk too close." Said Reid.
"Why?" Ask Magdalena.
"You're a child and you don't know anything." Reid turned around and opened the door.
Magdalene rounded her eyes, and pursued Reid.
"Little boy? Wh who? I'm 18 years old, and one month old I'm 19, that's the legal age to drink alcohol and the ripe age to do things and have the freedom to act!" Magdalena.
Suddenly Reid stopped walking.
"BRUKK!!!" Magdalene hits Reid's back.
"Ouch... My head. Is your back made of iron." Magdalene stroked his forehead.
The suitcase that Reid had brought, now Qartel had taken him away.
Reid put his hands in his pants pocket and turned to look at Magdalene.
"What do you mean by drinking alcohol and having freedom." Reid's gaze pierced through Magdalene's eyes.
When Magdalene found out, Reid was angry.
Seriate
