Your love becomes my Canduku

Chapter 39

"Erick, please think back. The HRD Manager job is too low for Arthur. What is the point of taking a study at a top American university if only to occupy a lower-level seat in the company?"

"That's Arthur's own will Inggrid. Let him choose for himself what makes him comfortable, do not be too pushy just for the sake of obeying your obsession," sounded relaxed and calm, Erick again threw a series of satirical sentences.

Mimic stunned face looks faint because of Erick's innuendo. He tried to get back to self-control. "It's not like that Erick. Why do you think that about me? Putting it on a high rank in the company aims to enrich your internal ability to manage your company later. That's my aim. If not Arthur who else will replace you with HSN Corporatian later?"

"Did I not hear wrong? Indirectly you are talking about inheritance rights in front of the Owner and Founder of HSN Corp who still looks healthy and fit. You don't worry about it, my body is still very capable of embracing my own company. Is it possible that you secretly swore me to die soon?" a stern satire came back from his lips. The middle-aged man who had an eleven-twelve good looks asset with Sean was as if he understood Ingrid's talk.

Again Inggrid was stunned. I don't know why the conversation with Erick this time is so colored satire that pinches the heart. There were no sweet and pleasant inserts he used to hear in every sentence of Erick.

"I-I'm not wearing a box like that Erick,"

"It's not time to talk about that. Anyway I still have a biological son who is more entitled to this company later," Erick's remarks successfully made an expression of disbelief on Inggrid's face.

"But Erick, don't you think that's a real shock to Sean. How could he possibly confine two large companies at once? He currently holds full control of his grandfather's company, Willson Corp. I'm sure your son would refuse to be the sole heir of all your riches. He had even stripped the Hansen surname in his last name. He himself declared that his name was no longer Sean Hansen but Sean Willson which means he had not recognized his position as a member of the Hansen family," serentangan sentences do not accept memelos in a row of a pair of lips polished red lipstick.

"Already Ingrid, why are you so busy thinking about that? Is it possible that all this time you've only been aiming for my treasure in the name of love?"

DEG!

Erick's final sentence was as if he had successfully skinned Inggrid. Getting up from the chair, Erick stepped towards the exit leaving Inggrid still sculpting. Erick wants to end the conversation immediately.

The swing of the steps was forced to stop at the confluence of the mansion corridor due to the existence of Arthur who seemed to have stood there and heard all the conversations between Erick and Ingrid.

"I'm sorry, Pa" a sorry face was clearly drawn on Arthur's face.

"You're not wrong. Your courage to tell Papa everything is the right decision" he said with a warm gaze but still set aside decisiveness.

But the heart cannot lie. Disappointment remains, even regrets also undermined deeper. His mind returned. If in the past a trust was not only he gave to the British maybe the trust of other people was not torn just like that. But suppose there is no use. Can't bring everything back to how it was. Rice has become a porridge. It can't be turned back into rice.

"For so long Arthur was forced to shut up because he did not want my sister to be disturbed by the madness of Mama" he explained.

Erick smiled at the sincerity from the eyes of his stepson. "Who's your sister's name?"

"His name is Allesya Pa."

"Allesya?" a very familiar name makes Erick correct Arthur's answer. "Does your sister work for the Willson family?" tanyanya.

A pair of shady gray eyes stared at Erick the Papa Tiri's face. This time his gaze was more etensive than before. "Yes Pa, does Papa know him?" the answer at once asked.

"Yes we met and talked. Papa didn't think she was your real sister, which also means my stepdaughter."

"But he's not really my brother."

Erick frowned, inside his forehead began to grow a huge question mark. "Who are the real parents?"

The slack is weak as a form that Arthur has no answer to Erick's question. Making the middle-aged man more convinced of his prejudice during this time about Allesya's true background.

"I'm sure there's no such thing as coincidence in this world. Is this an answer to fate that will bring the long-lost baby to his parents?"

Meanwhile behind the other wall of space. Highlight the agitated eyes he made sweeping randomly the marble floor tiles. The gritting sound of a bite on the thumb nail seems to demand the brain to work harder in thinking.

A pair of thick mascara-framed eyes probed around, making sure no one other than him was there and turned out to be safe. He took the phone out of his pants pocket and put in a password to unlock it on a 6.68-inch flat screen and called someone who he believed could help him.

"I agreed with your plan at the time. Remove the weeds to their roots. And immediately take it away from the girl, because Erick seems to be about to find out about her soon," Inggrid said without giving his interlocutor a chance to retaliate because the call was immediately cut off unilaterally.

Although a little, at least the relief in the taste gives a glimmer of space to breathe long. But it did not last long, the shadow of the fall that might have haunted him again. Poverty and being one of the residents behind the prison iron cage seemed to open a wide welcome hand to make part of it.

"This is what I'm afraid of when Erick meets Allesya."

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In another corner of London.

BUGS!

BUGS!

BUGS!

"Arrryngg! Stopit! Please stop! I'll pay all my debts soon, "Reymundo wishes for the men who work as bodyguards to stop the beating.

The number of bodyguards that tripled from him made a crushing defeat in boxing.

One hand raised up, let the average men have a sangar face, a large tall body, putty and muscular it stops the action. "When are you going to pay your debts?" ask a man who looks iconic fashion items mafia-faced although in fact his original job is as a casino bookie.

"Give me some time," Reymundo tried to negotiate between enduring the pain of his body.

"How much time did you ask for?"

"One month," said Reymundo who made the man chuckle because of a request that sounded funny even though there was no element of talk of Reymundo.

"Three days. I give you three days" he said firmly, setting aside the humanity that is not worth giving to the former gambling-loving inmate.

"How can I get that kind of money in three days?" Reymundo seemed to object.

"Bring the girl you promised me and I'll take your debt."

"Good."

Reymundo rests his battered body on the wall of a long-abandoned factory building. Different types of swearing slid free of resistance from his mouth. Lamenting his fate which is always far from the word lucky. Scolding God for never being fair.

The frequent defeats he received at the casino tables left him having to deal with the debts that were suffocating the neck. When plotted, the amount of money spent at the gambling table reaches 100,000 pounds more.

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