I'M Not Your Girl
Chapter 2: Persecution

"Ohuk...." The beautiful girl in a chair bound woke up because the smell of aromatherapy disturbed her smell.

"It's waking up apparently, all right. We start the question and answer session." The consciousness that was at first half was instantly full. A familiar voice greeted his hearing and his eyes were festering, looking at the figure before him.

His forehead frowned when he found the figure of a masked girl in front of him. He did not recognize the girl in the least, but his voice was often heard in her ears.

"Who are you?" ask the girl.

"Who am I doesn't matter Miss Layla. The owner of the company asked me to kill you. But before that, I want to dig up information from you. Do you mind?" The girl named Layla was holding her chest which was starting to feel tight.

"The candle has a visible effect. All right, I'll get to the point. Who is your real leader?" Layla looked at Clara with a sharp look.

"A-i .. ti-no .. meger-ti .. ma-you mean...." Clara let out a annoyed breath.

"Will to die and still pretend. David!" David approached as Clara called out to him. He brought a fluid-filled injection to Clara.

"This is the medicine that will save you. You'll survive if you give me information. If not, say goodbye to your girlfriend." Layla shook her head in pain.

"Please .. don't kill me. Let me live and marry my lover.." Layla's gaze was heartbreaking however, unable in the least to let Clara down.

"Say. If you lie, feel the consequences. I don't guarantee I'll torture you the same way." Layla shook her head while sobbing. He endured the pain on his chest and vomited blood.

Layla begins to tell her who she is and who told her to work for Clara's company. He also told her that his company was on the verge of collapse and told him to steal Clara's company's data. Clara who heard that was furious but, she hid her expression well. He would not let a traitor live.

"Quite the story and thank you." Clara gives Layla a shot until Layla is lifeless.

"Don't I tell you? You're not gonna survive me, bitch. You think I believe what you say?" Clara turned off her aromatherapy and opened her mask and glasses. He reused his wig and contact lenses because it was time to work.

"It's up to you to cut the body or not. I just want my uncle to see this girl's head as a warning to her. I'll go first." Clara exited the secret room and headed for her office.

"Miss Lydia, where have you been? Why did it just arrive now?" ask Clara's secretary, Lea.

"Not anywhere, just business. What's my schedule today?" Lea swiftly read the note containing Clara's schedule.

"We have a meeting with the entire company staff in 10 minutes." Clara frowning.

"Why so sudden?" Jesslyn smiled sweetly however, inwardly she felt vexed by Clara's question.

"It's not sudden Miss, haven't I sent a message through your email?" Clara raised her eyebrows. He checked the e-mail on his laptop and found a message from the beautiful secretary beside him.

"Hah .. Because of the many reports yesterday, I didn't have time to check your messages. I'm sorry." Lea smiled completely.

"It's okay Miss. Oh yeah, I haven't seen Miss Layla today. Where is he?" Clara put her shoulder down.

"Maybe he ran away with the company's money." Lea gawking.

"Overnight, I checked the report and found out the fraud committed by him." Lea just ber oh ria.

"We need to get to the meeting room right now." Clara put on her suit and walked out of the room with her secretary.

Tong....

"What's up?!" asked the middle-aged man.

"I'd like to deliver the package to you sir." The middle-aged man was grieving.

"What package?! When have I ever ordered a package?!" Again asked ketus but, did not make the courier express the slightest fear.

"You can read the letter on top of this package." The middle-aged man sighed in annoyance. Inevitably, he had to open the door of his apartment and take the package forcibly.

"Go there!!!" The courier was surprised to hear this snaps of the man before him. He also left the apartment.

"What package is this? Just watch if it doesn't matter." The middle-aged man read the letter that had the name Clara on the bottom right corner. He opened the contents of the package and anger immediately controlled him.

"Basar useless and careless girl. Stealing isn't good, and now? He died without completing his task. Khe, it's lucky you didn't die in my hands, bitch. And you're Clara, wait for the play date." The girl wrapped in a blanket woke up to hear a voice that disturbed her.

"Hoaammm .. What's the matter Mr Alvin dear? Why so noisy, hm?" ask the girl while rubbing Alvin's shoulder.

"It's okay. Get ready, we'll eat out today." Alvin kissed the young girl's forehead and put the package back on the floor.

"Oh yes sir, do you not want to make me a wife? I love you more than myself." The girl got into Alvin's arms and expressed her feelings.

"I'll think but, not now." He scratched the head of the girl.

'Basic hypocritical bitch, you love me not but my treasure. But it's okay, you're gonna die this second, too.' Alvin.

"Where to shower, you smell." The girl pursed and slapped Alvin's chest, then walked to the bathroom.

"Hello, have you got any information on Clara?" alvin asked on the phone.

"...."

"Basic is useless! Why would I pay you if I can't find him, huh?! You come to my place right now!" Alvin immediately turned off his phone and threw his phone against the wall until it was destroyed.

"Dam. Have a member, unfortunately do not work. Who else should I ask to find him?" Alvin ruffled his hair and the other phone rang instantly.

"Hello darling...." Alvin's tone immediately softened compared to before.

"Hello, Pa. When did you come home from your business trip? I'm planning to celebrate my birthday at Lotus Shops. I heard the tea is so good, Papa don't forget to come?" Alvin smiles.

"Alright Calista, Papa will definitely come and bring you a gift." Alvin kept his phone away from his ear as his son shouted in excitement across the street.

"Thank you Pa, I love Papa. Bye...."

"Well...." He turned off his phone and let out a rough breath. He stared at the bathroom used by his mistress.

He burned all the contents of the package without removing the slightest trace.

TB

Hi, I'm back with the latest chapter. How, interesting? Hope so. Oh yes, anyone can guess gk yes, the contents of the package sent by Clara? Is anyone curious? I hope someone is waiting for this story. Thank you and see you....