Your love becomes my Canduku

Chapter 41

The weather in London is very clear. On the mark of the cloud clumps forming a beautiful white cotton gulali parade adorned the blue horizon. The wind blows softly. Giving coolness to every person kalbu.

The rooftop of the Willson Corp building. A loving hand leads a thin body towards the fence. Seeing the beauty in front of your eyes.

When viewed from the top of a 40-story building, the city of London looks like it is filled with adorable stretches of miniature. Buildings that stand firm, vehicles that pass by, people who are passionate, and trees that are neatly planted on each edge of the highway seem small to the eye.

"Ma, do you like it?" sean asked gently with full attention to Sarah. Break the silence between them.

Without taking off a warm smile and a look of amazement, Sarah nodded slowly. "Yes, Mama likes it" he replied softly.

A few hours ago, Sarah kept whining about meeting Allesya. Even Vera's existence seemed unable to replace him. So the decision to take Sarah to where she works is a choice she uses to divert her mind about Allesya, the girl she desperately wants to stay away from.

The girl is very smart to brainwash Mama, that's the sentence of negative accusations that had flashed in her mind when frustration attacked. He Selolah smothers a small heart that says, cares for the ears, blinds the eyes, and paralyzes the logic of the truth that Allesya brings all positive aura to Sarah.

He's a creature that I should hate, the whisper he keeps instilling in the recesses of the heart.

"Ma, it's almost time for lunch and medicine, Sean should take Mama home now yes," Sean told Sarah.

He grabbed the mother's shoulder and led her back into the building. David the Assistant who happened to be with them followed.

"Whose woman is with Mr Sean?" whispered one of the female employees with the level of curiosity is too high.

"Yes, who is he? I just saw you take him to the office this time? He looks unhealthy," the other employee's timps are still in half-whispering mode while looking at Sean who is leading Sarah from afar.

"Don't you guys know yet? She's Mrs Sarah, Mr. Sean's mother. I'd have said he wouldn't have taken a mentally ill person to the office because it was such a shame" a more senior employee replied.

The ribs that heat the ears were caught clearly by Sean's sense of hearing when passing through a room devision.

"David, please order the HRD to issue a dismissal letter to the current chairman of the marketing division of the promotion department as well. And give a warning letter 1 to the other two employees," said Sean did not hesitate.

"Okay sir" replied David.

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Meanwhile somewhere else. A man in a hat, with black eyes, gloves, and masked face coverings seemed suspicious. After successfully outwitting the entrance gate guards, he sneaked towards the VIP basement of the company.

The eyes are made to investigate the surroundings to make sure no one else sees his whereabouts. Hiding from CCTV camera catches, the feet in his invite settles and sneaks from behind the body of the car one moves to the body of the other car.

Some fancy cars are parked. Not wanting to buy too long that could have been a bombardment for him, he rushed into action. He spelled out one by one number plates that are embedded haughtily in each body of the car.

A sneaky grin printed behind a cloth mask when a target car can be found very easily. Again, he kept his eyes awake, making sure things were completely safe.

His expertise in sabotaging cars is no doubt. There is no heart rhythm or shaking hands due to nervousness. Even just in brackets time is no more than 5 minutes the action of fiddling with the engine components is flawless.

"Prepare to be one of the inhabitants of hell" he again grinned with satisfaction. From the tone of his his hissing sounds clearly a depiction of the confidence that is too high for a victory.

In the sense that the purpose of the plan had been implemented, he rushed to bring his legs swinging out of the Willson Corp building area as calm and safe as possible before the existence of his body was smelled.

Drrtts..! Drrtts..!

Suddenly the man who was none other than Reymundo felt a tremor in his black jacket pocket. Realizing there was an incoming call on the phone he then pressed the receipt.

"Why are you so chatty about Inggrid?"

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"Just calm down, I'm 100 percent sure that our plan will work. Your stupid stepdaughter will soon meet her end. You sit back and wait for the good news."

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Tut!

Ears were already very itchy to hear the ravings of Inggrid like the buzz of a bee, Rey ended the call unilaterally and then continued his steps back to the car he parked a little far from the Willson Corp area.

Satisfaction again rose again when the eye caught a car that he had just sabotaged drove past him from the same direction.

"The angel of death should have rewarded me for lightening the burden of his work this time."

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"Are you sure no one knows what our plan is?" Inggrid hesitated followed by eyes that continue to be made awake. Make sure no one sees his encounter with Reymundo.

"You still doubt my ability Inggrid. Remember 17teen years ago I committed the same crime and in fact no one knows until now," he chimed in and took another sip in the tobacco scroll and released the death-flowing white smoke from his mouth.

Ingrid looked a little relieved, marked by his long breath. "If Sean Willson dies, Erick doesn't have an heir. And he would have no choice but to make Arthur his son's successor."

"I'm sure the car he's riding in is now destroyed and his life is already on the verge of death because I cut the brake wire."

"Good."

Dropping the cigarette butts and then grinding them with the foot wrapped in shoes.

"Give me the money now, I still have other business."

"When I wish you'd forgotten it," his grunts followed by hands reached into the contents of the bag and pulled out a check that had been written some face value blinding the eyes.

Deftly, Rey snatched the check sheet from Inggrid's hand. Do not want his actions suspected they are in a hurry to separate themselves.

Meanwhile on the side of a corner not far away but unattainable by Rey and Ingrid's eye catches, Arthur secretly witnesses and hears their evil interactions.

He leaned his body against a wall that was suddenly powerless as if he had just received shock therapy. Eyes heat up and hands vibrate when they see the video recording on their phone. He did not expect his two biological parents to play with the lives of others. It seems clear at this time he is struggling with heartburn.

Which one should he choose? Embed themselves with the title of an ungodly child but for the sake of justice or the title of a filial child by hiding the truth and acting as if they do not know.

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The Willson family residence.

A rough sigh was unceasingly heard from Henry's mouth. I don't know why he felt so unsettled. His little heart seemed to whisper that something bad was going to happen. Butwhat? He really doesn't know. The feeling that is not clear from where it comes continues to be disturbing.

Back he took a deep breath followed by sitting his vulnerable body on the sofa. Soon he grabbed the mobile phone that had been lying on the table. He decides to find out the cause of his unpleasant feelings by contacting Sean. But he had not had time to choose a contact number on the screen, a call connection request entered into his smartphone. Without a second thought, he immediately pressed the receipt.

"Hello with si...... what?! The Hospital?! The accident?!

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Yuhu.. Thanks for still willing his eyes hurt from reading this indistinct type. Who is patient, dear Readers. Patient people windfall smoothly😘😘😘