Marry The Heir
Attempt to convince opponents

The waiting tone of the phone continued to call the number that Kean had called but was not also answered. He tried calling another number, but was inactive. Eventually Kean contacted someone who would definitely not turn down his call.

It was Farid, Marcel's assistant whom he was currently contacting. It was very difficult to contact the uncle who he wanted to meet.

Closer to the enemy, maybe this is what Kean is doing. More precisely, trying to persuade the enemy. It was difficult because Marcel seemed to be disappearing from the face of the earth and leaving no trace.

“Happy day young master.” That resolute voice immediately greeted Kean politely.

“Siang. Farid, is om marcel in place?”

“Oh big master,” the man gave a pause to his sentence like he was looking for an excuse.

“Farid, I just want to meet for personal problems, not work.” Kean fired directly at the purpose of his conversation. He believes that Farid thinks Kean is looking for his uncle to question Marcel's absence these days.

“Em, sorry sir. The second great master is currently in Singapore. He has business there.” Farid finally opened up, though scared.

As the head of the Hardjoyo group of companies, gave his own fear to Farid when he had to report the whereabouts of his superiors to Kean.

“Send me the address, now.”

“Good sir.”

Kean immediately ended his call. He prepared several items that he would carry, not many there was only one laptop bag that he filled with several documents.

Out of his room, he took something from his desk. He accidentally met with Disa who just came out of his room. Looking at Kean who was like looking for something, Disa also noticed.

“Some I need help sir?”

“No sa,” is short.

Kean gave a faint smile to Disa but the girl did not react. Like there are many burdens that make it difficult for the face water to show cheerfulness as usual.

“Good, I'm sorry.” He chose to go. For now he was not wanting to think about the thing that made his heart so turbulent when he saw Kean.

“Can, wait.” Kean immediately held back the hand of Disa which made the girl's steps come to a halt.

Disa sighed deeply, trying to expel the chaotic thoughts in her head. He sets his mind and imagines that he is at work and must serve his young master well. He tried to put on a smile as usual even though it turned out to look like a joker. His lips were smiling but his eyes were not shining.

“Iya sir.” He turned around, trying to look okay. She held back her feelings for a moment before she had enough time to get her heart set.

Kean's feelings were no less chaotic. Not only was it regretful for making her girl confused but there was an unfinished fear she overcame. He was afraid that he could not face Sigit and failed to protect Disa. Then one by one he did, step by step quietly. He tried not to be affected by the circumstances as he spoke with Sigit and Brata.

He had to admit, because he was too hasty to oppose Sigit, he instead failed to give understanding to Brata until the match was still running, with or without Kean's approval.

Yeah, it was his stupidity and Kean had to fix everything from scratch. This time, he should be more careful.

“I'll be gone for a while. Please stay home with Mom. After that, we'll talk. Can you wait?” Kean grabbed the hand of Disa he was trying to hold. It was only a few seconds before Disa finally let go.

“Please, be careful on the road.” His voice was made calm even without giving the usual smile he showed Kean.

Kean understood. He could understand what the rumble in Disa's mind was like. His evasive attitude is very natural. Perhaps He also needed to give Disa some time before he invited her to speak well.

“I go.” At Disa's hand he landed a kiss on Disa's forehead. It was only a few seconds before leaving in the presence of Disa without waiting for any response. For him, he had to hurry, solving one by one his problems.

In his place, Disa was just stunned without saying anything. Seeing Kean leave and thinking about what the man had just done, it was suddenly that the defense he had made just a moment ago, collapsed just like that. He could no longer endure the sadness in his chest. No hypocrite, he felt the disappointment of having to hear news like this from others, not Kean himself. If Clara hadn't come and said it all, maybe she would just be a stupid woman in the middle of a relationship she shouldn't have.

He was sorry but could only sob as he cupped his face with both hands. His voice was soft, barely audible. Only his shoulders shook without his control.

He realized that this disappointment was the fruit of an improper hope. He realized, everything that happened at this time was a result of him breaking the limits he made himself. One thing he knew, his feelings for Kean were too strong for him to resist. But why do we have to end up this sick?

The crying still did not stop. Getting stronger but try to be dim by biting his lips mute. For a while Disa just wanted to be like this. He shed his sorrow through tears. Hopefully after this he can think more clearly.

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Almost 2 hours drive Jakarta Singapore feels so long for Kean. It was like he had spent half his life traveling only to be able to meet Marcel.

Armed with the address Farid had sent her, Kean took her to a luxury apartment on Avenue South Residence, Singapore. This frontline residence near the Greater Southern Waterfront has been Marcel's home for the past week.

He delegated all the company's affairs to his assistant Farid and he chose to calm himself down in this place. He even deactivated his mobile number while in Indonesia and used a new number while in Singapore. He avoids all calls and prefers to pull over from his busy life at the company.

Arriving at the luxury apartment, it turns out Marcel is not in place. According to the apartment manager, Marcel returned to this apartment only in the early hours and left again at noon. It is a habit he does every day.

Apparently, she has returned to her life as a model. More than 4 years he abandoned the habit, precisely at this time trying better luck to face Brata. But this time, like his goal has been lost. No more effort he did and chose to return to his life full of frenetic night world.

After half-dead forced Farid to threaten him to take out the glasses man, Farid finally wanted to give Marcel's phone number. Sometimes he does need to show his power to force someone to give what he wants. Exactly as Sigit always did to control it.

In that studio Marcel was doing another job he had left behind. Posing in front of the camera with a bright spotlights that illuminate his handsome figure wrapped in jeans and plain shirt that he deliberately did not button, to show a line of sexy abdominal muscles. Beside him was a girl leaning against Marcel and posing together. Some pictures were taken, showing off his skills posing in front of the camera complete with his expensive expression.

This is the real life of Marcel. The life he had left behind to become a more worthy man for the woman he loved. But this time he returns to his old life, a life that makes him feel truly alive for doing what he loves without coercion.

In his place, Kean was still looking at his uncle who was only a few years old. The man seemed to enjoy what he was doing, without feeling pressured without feeling compelled. Maybe like this he should enjoy life. Only, he did not have the same courage as Marcel, just to achieve his love.

“Okeeyy, thank you. It’s good enough.” Called a man who ended the photo shoot this time.

"Wow, cool!" They cheered like celebrating the success of this work.

“Lo cool as always, we meet again the day after tomorrow. For advertising photoshoots of one of the surfboard brands. Don't forget.” The same man patted Marcel on the shoulder as reminded.

Marcel still works without a manager. He takes care of everything himself. He did not trust anyone to take care of his work in the new world he was in again. Maybe this is what makes life in the world of modeling is not yet organized.

“Ya, Palawan beach at 3 pm.” Marcel said with certainty.

The man passed by after pointing his thumb at Marcel. Clearly Marcel's smile was growing, there were no signs he was tired after a day of work.

“What are you looking for me? company problem?”

Marcel immediately changed his facial expression as he approached Kean. He had expected that one day his nephew would react to what he did to his company. But he did not expect that Kean had to come alone just to drag him back into the company.

“There's something we need to talk about.” Kean is calm. He was getting used to seeing his uncle's unfriendly attitude.

“Please take my leave, at least for one month you can find my intercessor for a while.” Relaxed words. He grabbed a bottle of drinking water on the table and gulped it down almost to the toilet.

“I didn't come to discuss company issues.” Kean's words sounded firm.

Marcel simply glanced and finished his drink until the last gulp.

“Then, what made a hardjoyo family heir get here to look for a servant?” Marcel smiled sarcastically. His sentence clearly contained a scathing allusion to his nephew.

Kean did not chim in, preferring to take some files out of his bag and put them on the table.

Marcel noticed what his nephew had put down, letters about the company.

“Om can continue the company that om want, even the parent company of our origin agreed one thing.” Kean started the negotiations. He no longer wants to talk or bargain about things that are not important.

“WAW! What dream did I have last night until I could see the confidential documents of Hardjoyo group directly?” his eyes rounded for a moment, like seeing a treasure that he had been digging and piled up hundreds of kilos of land.

This document that he always wanted to get from his brother Sigit but Sigit insisted to hide it.

“Om can have all of these, as long as it meets one of my requests.” Kean looked at Marcel with confidence. He knew the desire of the man before him.

“A offer. All right, looks like there's something expensive that I should redeem?” he smiled faintly at Kean's seriousness.

“Yes. Help me to stop matchmaking,”

“HAHAHAHA..” Marcel immediately laughed out loud at the words of his nephew. “Did I not hear wrong? Hahahaha..” is too funny Marcel thought, a request that Kean asked for. Just cancel an arranged marriage and Kean dares pay dearly for it. Too stupid.

“I'm not kidding. Because the woman who will be betrothed to me is Claire.” Kean continued steadily.

Marcel's face quickly changed. It gets cold and draws distance from Kean.

“I asked for help om because I am sure om will help me. Om won't let me marry claire.” Kean shows his confidence that Marcel will not let Clara marry him.

“I'm not interested.” Marcel said coldly.

He pushed the document away from him, as if he did not want Kean's offer to be very tempting.

“But om,” Kean did not expect that Marcel would reject him.

Marcel moved out of his place, turning his back on Kean with an erratic feeling. There was a heavy breath that he was breathing deeply.

“Go. I don't care about Clara or brata.” Sluggishly. He tried to look indifferent and calm at the same time but from the way he avoided, contrary to what he said.

Kean was still trying to understand, what was it true that Clara said that Marcel's heart had switched? But why not once did he see Marcel trying to get close to Disa?

What happened to this man?

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