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Max Weber

In a glass room with dim lighting, a man with a face that mixes Asia and Italy seemed to enjoy the bustle of the party atmosphere he created to welcome the invitations who came from various countries.

Max Weber's. An Italian businessman. One of the respected conglomerates in his home country.

The life of hedon, luxury, power, and honor clings perfectly to the man who was a famous casanova in his home country.

Not a few women from among the jet set who are willing to be his bedmate even though none of them are able to thrill a Max Weber until now.

I don't know what Max had in mind, why he was so interested in Indonesia.

What he seeks, whereas in Italy all that man longs for the lust of the world has he possessed.

"Master, the show's ready to start." A man in a black uniform reported to Max in a respectful manner without looking at the man with such strong charisma.

"Have my special guests arrived yet?"

Max gulped down the drink he had in his grasp.

"Already Sir. According to Master's orders, we've already told them to wait in the special room."

Max's hand gesture signaled to his aide to come out.

The unsettled look was evident in the sharp-looking net in the cold frame of the face without expression.

"Dad, look. I'll make sure they pay for what they did to Dad!"

Max throws the glass in his hand, until it hits the wall until it breaks into pieces.

The thumping sound of music stomping thumped making the heart beat follow with a fast tempo.

The dark atmosphere with the flash of floodlights like a night club seems to be increasingly felt with the loud music of a DJ.

"Huff, you know this I'm not coming!" Nick doesn't like things like that.

Although it is undeniable when young of course Nick like others have been to a club like this.

But when he dated Aurel who did not like the night world, Nick got used to it and began to leave the world sparkly.

Especially when Caca was born and Aurel's unexpected departure by Nick, making Nick drown himself with work and work.

"Boss, want a drink?" Gusti.

"No. I'm not in the mood for. Where is that person, he who invites, he himself is invisible!"

Nick was upset because he did not intend to come, only he accepted Gusti's advice so as not to look for trouble by not attending Max Weber's invitation.

"Ustadz, isn't it our place?" The now-dressed faith conformed to the request of Ustadz Salman who asked him to accompany him in the invitation.

"Eitherway. I'm also uncomfortable. If it's not related to the company, I'm reluctant to be in a place like this."

For some reason Salman's premonition was not palatable from the beginning, it's just that in the interests of the company Salman remains present to meet the invitation.

"remarkable. It's not in vain that I did everything I could to come to this show. I can't wait to meet and get to know Max Weber. He seems to be very influential. Hmh! On top of the arrogant Nicholas Bryan there is still Max Weber!" Alvin is still vengeful for the actions of Nick who he considers to have embarrassed himself when he was trying to persuade Kanaya.

"I should be able to fit in the circle of a Max Weber. Whatever I do, as long as Kanaya can come back to me!" Alvin took the glass of drink offered by waitress and immediately uprooted the contents inside the glass.

"I'll prove, that I can get more men than Nicholas Bryan! You're gonna regret that Nich has been ignoring me all along. It seems that the universe is supporting Sonia Hofman to get a Max Weber who is certainly more everything than Nicholas Bryan."

Sonia takes revenge on Nick who always rejects her even though he has tried hard to take the heart of a cool widower who never mengubrisnya in the slightest.

Now Sonia has got a new target that she thinks is more everything than Nicholas Bryan.

With a snap of a finger, the room instantly became silent no song sound DJ play music.

Max stood in front of all the invitations and began his speech greeting the invitees who had been present.

"Good evening, ladies and gentlemen, god bless you. introduce me, Max Weber. I would like to thank you for the presence of all of you who have agreed to come to fulfill my invitation. I hope that in the future we can have a good cooperation. Please enjoy the party."

Max raises the wine glass in his hand as a sign of respect and the party begins again.

Max has been preparing for a long time including the matter of language, in fact he fluently speaks in Indonesian.

"Welcome Mr. Nick. Nice to meet you and thanks for coming. I really feel happy if we can work together." Max greets Nick while shaking hands.

"Thank you for the invitation sir max. hopeful there are good things waiting for us when this is done." Nick puts on a smile appreciating his interlocutor.

"I do hope so. Ok. Enjoy this moment.  Excuse me, but I am to say hello to the others."

"It's ok. Never a mind."

In a VVIP room, an uncomfortable woman wearing a luxurious dress that is quite open next to a middle-aged man who is endlessly threatening and watching her every move.

"You don't be ashamed! Remember, our deal! You should be able to make Mr. Max like you!"

The hateful face was clearly visible from the gaze of the woman whose arms were currently blocked violently.

"Sorry waiting for Mr. Baskoro"

Max enters the room he deliberately prepared to welcome his special guests.

"It's okay Mr. Max. I don't feel like I waited long. We thank you for inviting us here. Isn't that so dear." Baskoro smiled as he spoke to Max and changed his expression while looking at his daughter.

Dismissively. That was Dira's response at this time. His view was already closed to hatred for the man labeled Papa.

"This is your daughter Mr. Baskoro. Hi, introduce. I'm Max Weber. It's nice to meet you."

Galak Baskara's gaze full of threats asked Dira to extend her hand to greet Max.

"Indira."

Max immediately took Dira's hand to kiss the back of the woman's hand in front of him with a smile.

Dira was surprised by what Max was doing, Dira's reflexes pulled her hand.

Of course Max and Baskoro were surprised to see that.

"So expensive this son of a bitch!" Inner Max.

"I'm sorry Mr. Max, he's a little shy." Baskoro covered with reason of course still turned his head with an annoyed look at Dira.

"I like gadia shy. And I like your timid attitude Indira." Max with all his charms.

"Ah so yes. Mr Max, can we talk about the investment you're going to give me?" Baskara looked impatient.

"Relax Mr. Baskoro, but can I have a conversation with Indira before?"

"of course. As you please, sir. Please. I'm going out so that Mr and Dira can have a chat."

Dira's heart felt torn. How can a man who claims to be a father, now treat his biological daughter like an item that he can sell and exchange for an investment. What hatred Dira's heart is growing.