Hey You, I Love You !
Strawberry cheese cakes

"Who?", asked Ben flatly. He did not think anything because right now his mind was on the person waiting for him.

"Me!", someone broke through the door of the room. That man is none other than Baz Peterson.

"You!", exclaimed Ben who swiftly changed his expression to seriousness. He looked straight at Baz Peterson's face with his sharp eyes. How dare this person come here directly, even it seems like he just brought himself. According to Ben's current judgment, it seemed like that person had made a decision. Ben smiled faintly even barely noticeable realizing that his plan was working.

"Prepare a banquet for our distant guest, Relly!", orders Ben as he rises from his seat approaching as Baz stands. Relly who was given the order immediately came out of the room.

"I'm sure you're not here just to stand up, sir!", said Ben indifferently but still had time to pin his flat smile as he led Baz to the sofa.

"Call me Baz. I don't want this atmosphere to be so stiff for us", Baz began to sit there stretching out one of his hands. He also tried to make himself look relaxed by leaning his back on the sofa. Although actually his heart was very excited to scrape all the information he wanted.

"All right, that's easy! Then you should call me Ben too", Ben followed Baz's movements by leaning himself in there. Both of them sat face to face with a difficult to read face. The look in their eyes implied the contents of their respective hearts.

"OK!", Baz replied casually but his face remained flat.

Relly walked in, she carried a tray with two drinks and two plates of strawberry chees cake on top. Seeing that, the corner of Baz's lips twitched. He did not expect that the head of the notorious mafia gang liked sweet things like this. Even the man also displayed a small vase of flowers on his desk. Ah yes, until now Ben still ordered his men to put a sprig of white lilies in his room, since the first time Rose gave the flower to him at that time. Baz could not bear to not smile, so he chose to cleared his throat to hide his slightly fluffy smile. This guy had a lot of surprises, he thought.

"May I taste the cake?", asked Baz whose hand was about to reach the plate.

"Please! But if you're hooked don't take mine!", Ben vigilantly keeps his plate out of the reach of the man in front of him.

Geez, Baz is dying to hit this guy. Where is the authoritative location of the man as the chairman of a famous mafia gang, just because of the affairs of a plate of cake it seems like they can start fighting for it. So did Baz's prediction when he saw Ben's fierce gaze on him.

He cut a small piece of the cake in front of him, then confidently put the piece in his mouth. And ah,,, Baz's eyes immediately rounded with a satisfied expression on his face.

"It's really delicious!", Baz doesn't lie. Not for the sake of manners or pleasantries, but the cake he tried just now was indeed very good. Fresh and creamy, so he felt in his mouth at this moment.

It turns out what Ben said was this. It makes people addicted to continue to devour it. Baz couldn't stop his hand from scooping the food until it disappeared from his plate.

Seeing that, Ben so smiled with satisfaction to cause his arrogant face. This cake was indeed his favorite, and everyone who came to see him also had to taste this cake to the point of going crazy to ask again and again. Ben did nothing to the cake. The fact is that the cake was really good.

"Okay, forget about the cake! So what exactly was your purpose in coming here?", Ben again put on his serious face. Even the man had leaned his body forward looking forward to the reply from the person in front of him.

"It's about the letter you sent the other day!", Baz linked his fingers as he moved his body forward.

Ben expected this. So he patiently waited for Baz to say everything he wanted to say to him. Ben sighed as he leaned back against the sofa to make himself more relaxed and relaxed while hearing all of Baz's expressions on him.

Baz starts telling Ben everything he knows. About the initial story of how he could get so hated Victor that he decided to avenge him. Then regarding the letter that Ben sent, Baz had also dug up the information even deeper. The information that made him plant a disappointment was so great to himself if indeed the reality was true as it was.

"But, before I believe any of that, I want you to give me solid evidence as a basis for me to actually stop this wrongful revenge. And, if I find out that all this is just your dirty trick just so I stop bothering your friend, see what I can do to all of you later!", the two men threw electric shocks at each other at the gazes of the eyes of those who met. Ben's attitude was still relaxed, but from his gaze he was ready to accept the challenge Baz gave him. He is not afraid because he has everything Baz wants in his hands.

"I'm sure that you're a tough, great guy. You have used your instincts to bring you here, right?! Of course you know for yourself that deep down in that darkened heart of yours you believe what you will see after this. I didn't expect you'd believe me, it's up to you. My job is to straighten out all the things that have been deflected from the road so that it covers the eyes of your heart", said Ben straightforwardly while sipping his coffee. He didn't hesitate at all to say that. It also had its own purpose to provoke that person.

It felt like being slapped hard on Baz's face at the moment. The words that Ben spoke were deeply in his heart. Ben's innuendo is subtle, yet capable of injuring all the darkness of his heart all this time. Even so began to arise a little regret to some people who did not necessarily bear their suffering all this time.

During his contemplation, Baz does not realize that Ben has risen from his seat and is walking towards his desk. He pulled the desk drawer and pushed it back after getting something he wanted.

"Because you've made your decision, then watch this carefully!", Ben is already sitting down again in his place. Connecting a flash to his laptop, he faced the object towards the face of Baz who was waiting with his curious face.

Really he hoped Baz would soon realize all this, then the most important thing is that Rose's life would be saved because of it. Because that's Ben's real goal.

The flat screen began to play a voice, it was a collection of conversations between Victor and the person who gave him the job that ended with the misfortune. Everything sounds clear, making Baz also remember his past with Victor at that time. It was clear that Victor had only accepted the job to spy on him.

But, a conversation in which the Master orders Victor to eliminate his father and threaten on behalf of his sister infuriates Baz. The man clenched his hands tightly, but his emotions eased slightly as he heard that Victor sounded objected to the man's request.

"Hold your emotions! Do not let you destroy my laptop!", Ben's warning echoed in Baz's ear when he saw the man's face was red at this time. Not that Ben was stingy, he could have just bought a new laptop for him. But from that laptop he could take off his longing on Rose by just turning it on. Then the image of the woman with all her movements will appear on her monitor screen. Ben just wasn't willing to talk about it. It was very important to him.

"Sorry! I was too emotional just now!", Baz's tense attitude now softened a little.

"In your father's accident, Victor wasn't entirely at fault. The first person they saw was him. Victor himself was a victim. He had no choice at the time. That guy was so cunning that he trapped my friend this way into his intrigue. Baz, my friend has been slandered all this time!", Ben suddenly stood up and turned to turn his back to Baz who was still sitting dumbstruck on the sofa.

"But how can it be like this! Everyone was clear that Victor was the cause of my father's death and harmed my brother who was in the car with his father. He tried to kill my whole family!", said Baz excited by the fact he had just heard.

"Just calm! For that problem I also have the answer!", Ben again put a flash on the table.