My Bride, Amazing
Chapters 126. Suddenly a detective
Two burly men with fierce faces stood right in front of Fauzan. In his mind he felt that something was wrong. Before long, a voice appeared that he was very familiar with.
"Hello, Mr. Fauzan!" khansa emerged from behind the backs of two of her bodyguards slowly. "Please enter at my residence," he continued turning around and sitting elegantly in the guest chair.
Fauzan frowned deeply. His face was emotional. Not accept if his house is recognized by Khansa. He walked long standing next to the girl.
"Would you like to be here?" ask Fauzan.
"Loh, it's up to me dong. This is my home" Khansa raised her gaze lazily.
"What do you mean! Get out of my house!" fauzan clenched both his hands on the table.
Khansa stood reaching for a map containing some documents. He thrust it at Fauzan. "Please read who owns this land!" khansa grinned.
Fauzan grabbed it violently, he couldn't believe it and opened it and read it quickly. His eyes even glared, his eyebrows twitching together.
"No way." Fauzan shook his head.
"It's obvious, isn't it? All certificates in my name. Your beloved daughter has already sold it. The buying and selling deed is at the bottom of the pile. Now, please take your feet from this house. Your clothes are already prepared by the waiter!" khansa patted the suitcase lying on the table.
"Congratulations, because it's pegged by its own pet!" cibir Khansa extended his arm before Fauzan.
Fauzan's breath hunted down violently. His chest rose and fell, as his emotions nearly exploded. Both eyeballs can not be separated from the beautiful face of Khansa, who is no less sharp looking at him, then down into the hands of Khansa. He thinks Khansa wants to bring him a shake. Fauzan brushed it off until a small object fell to the floor.
Their eyes were on that thing. Without waiting for an order one of the bodyguards picked it up, handed it back to Khansa while looking down.
"Thank you, Uncle," said Khansa.
Khansa smiled, twirling the flash in her hand. "Mr Fauzan, in this flash, there's a tape of your beloved son draining all your precious assets! Don't forget to watch it" said Khansa, putting the small object in Fauzan's hand and gripping it. "It seems, that's enough. The exit is over there if you forget!" he pointed with his chin.
Fauzan was still unmoved, he was quite shocked by the incident that afternoon. His body suddenly felt limp and his face also grew pale.
The two bodyguards looked at Khansa who nodded, then dragged Fauzan out of the house and slammed his suitcase. The back door was tightly shut, Fauzan looked dazed. His eyes were blank, not knowing what to do.
A few minutes later he returned. Fauzan got up and ran towards the door. But the guards did not let him in. Even Fauzan was immediately thrown away.
"Let me in! This is my house!" screams crazy.
One of his guards grabbed a gun and leaned it towards Fauzan. "Go!" said cold.
Looking at the firearms, Fauzan walked backwards while raising both his hands. Cold sweat soaked his face.he immediately grabbed his suitcase and ran for his car. It didn't take long, the middle-aged man's car sped up from the Khansa residence.
After a few miles, Fauzan pulled his car over. He was still trying to drown out his powerful beating heart.
Fauzan opened the laptop next to him. He was curious about the meaning of Khansa's words. In a hurry he plugs the flash on the laptop and opens the folder inside.
"Jihan bastards!" yelled Fauzan who saw the woman ruffling her study.
Emotions that erupted, making Fauzan immediately drove his car to the hospital. His eyes blocked red, his jaw tightening with a rough snort of breath.
Driving with emotion made him reach the hospital quickly. Fauzan rushed down and ran towards the Maharani's room. He doesn't care about people's weird looks.
When he opened the door, Fauzan frowned in surprise. The room is empty. There was only one janitor tidying up the bed.
"Where are the patients here?" fauzan's question made the janitor surprised.
The woman in the light blue uniform turned her head, "It just came out about fifteen minutes ago, sir," the woman replied.
"What?! Whither? Isn't it not improving?" tanya Fauzan walked over.
"Where?" exclaim Fauzan high pitched.
"I'm sorry I don't know, sir, excuse me" said the janitor leaving Fauzan who looked increasingly angry.
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Inside the house, Khansa was sitting limp. He took a deep breath while closing his eyes. Leon was talking to Gerry as he went down the stairs. As his gaze unintentionally descended down, he immediately ran over to Khansa and sat down next to her.
"Why you?" leon cupped Khansa's cheeks.
Khansa opened her eyelids, the beautiful bead looked teary. Leon immediately pulled into his arms. Khansa shook her head slowly.
"I .. just miss mom" said Khansa, hiding her face in Leon's chest. His two thin arms were tightly coiled on Leon's back.
Leon said nothing. He only gently rubbed Khansa's head occasionally kissing her. Gerry gulped at it. Given how fierce the man was, but changed 180° when he was with his wife.
"Of course, don't be sad. My mother-in-law will be sad. Let's see your grandfather's condition," asked Leon after a while.
Khansa took off her embrace, she nodded. Leon wiped away the remains of his tears. The two of them headed towards the second floor, with fingers interlocked.
As always, Khansa always apply tui na massage along with acupuncture. Although his expectations were slim, Khansa was not discouraged from continuing to do so.
Leon's view is surrounding. He observed the medical equipment that supported the life of the grandfather.
"Sa, have you ever seen a doctor or a medic who came here?" ask Leon.
Khansa looked up, then shook her head, "Never. I also don't know when it comes every time" he said while thinking.
Khansa then moved from her seat. He ransacked the drawers and trash cans there to look for clues to strengthen his suspicions. Leon had the same idea. He crouched down to observe every corner and under in the room.
For almost half an hour they did not speak. But all his senses work. The two were like detectives in action. Both are too focused.
"Leon!" call Khansa at the end.
The man turned his head, the sweat had already wet his forehead. His face was clearly very tired. Leon approaches Khansa, who finds several small bottles in the trash. While Leon found a former syringe under the closet.
"You found something?" khansa asked who was just as tired.
"This is all," he said.
"I found three different types of bottles. Can you investigate?" khansa looked seriously.
Leon took one of those little bottles. Observe while reading the composition. Alternating one bottle with another.
"Where?" khansa asked with misgivings and a pounding heart.
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