My Guardian Angel (The Dust of Love)
Chapters 98. Nao Me desperate

Don't Waste Me!

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Hidden a few meters underground, the nightclub is just like a car park in general.

Not just any club. The super luxurious and "unusual" places are very difficult to access. Very closed. It can only be by senior leaders of a company, some celebrities who pass the selection and other business leaders who are on the rise.

Only by the truly elected.

Diomanta is a member of the club. US$ Pub Membership 1.5 million (21.6 billion) for VIP class and got many best service rights, complete facilities such as travelling by private jet and luxury car park.

Stepping on high heels after getting out of the car. She glanced at her husband's car, a little upset that James Chavez didn't seem to care about her.

Well, he can't stop and change routes while he's on the verge of the club.

Salsa Diomanta swiped the ID Card and was greeted by the Club's waitress, a man more like a top model than a club waitress. He gave me his coat.

The atmosphere of the club is quite crowded when it should be very quiet because in a day they should only serve 2 - 3 guests. Maybe there's an exception tonight?

This place maintains a high level of privacy without surveillance cameras and the motto "silence is gold". You will not get any information from the club's waiter who is always quiet because it is forbidden to invite guests to talk unless spoken to first by the guests. And one more thing, in this classy privacy room, this club' is top secret.

Salsa was ushered to a sitting spot opposite three men and a woman appeared to be engaged in a serious conversation. Some documents on the table.

Business people move jobs to this place by reference to comfort especially the standard rules are very confidential. One of the men was enthusiastic at his arrival, waving his hands, say "hi!" and "Nice to see you" to the extent that others make themselves the center of attention. Salsa Diomanta replied with a smile.

Ugh, why meet Laurent Vincenti here? Laurent is not an opponent, not a friend. They have only ever been bound by cooperation in several mutually beneficial projects.

Sitting facing the large aquarium, where a golden fish, the only one; free swimming enjoy life dominating the waters. So beautiful and luxurious but alone. It is very fitting to be personified with him.

The male servant approached himself.

"Can there be a drink without alcohol?" ask the waiter. Remorsefully. Should not be dragged by emotions and go to the club just to hot-panasi her husband. After all, the man also responded coldly.

"We don't have anything like that, ma'am. But, if you allow me, I'll mix Sazerac cocktails in front of you."

Male employees whose faces are very characterful and downright seductive offer Salsa another alternative. Good cover. He was not only offering drinks but paving another way for Salsa to take an interest in him.

Before Salsa could answer, a female servant came to her place. Bring drinks refresh the eyes. Looks like juice. But, there are no drinks without alcohol here including this juice.

"I haven't ordered my drink."

"Mrs Diomanta, Mr. Vincenti sent the Brown Derby cocktail for you. Asking, would you like to join me at the next table?"

"Should I accept it?"

"This is a cocktail of a blend of bourboun, grapefruit juice and honey syrup. If you don't want to join, Mr. Vincenti just wants you to enjoy it while you're here."

"I want to be alone. Say thank you to him."

Salsa looked up at the male servant who seemed to be waiting for her.

"Sit down!"

According to.

"How old are you?"

"24 years, Madam."

Clucking in the heart. Elgio Durante and Archilles Lucca. Ckckck, James Chavez would think he was racing for a mate with his two daughters. Her husband would laugh at her endlessly.

"Your name?"

"Do you have to, Madam?"

"Yes. I don't like talking to cats in pouches."

"Benigno's."

"Alright, Benigno. I'm just gonna drink a few shots and get out of here before I get too drunk. My daughter wouldn't like it if she found out I was here and teased by men their husbands. Oh, that's right!" Salsa Diomanta spoke while the male servant listened to him.

"I thought you might still be single."

"I haven't even flown, Benigno. You called me madam three times."

Just let James Chavez divorce her and be with another woman. Oh, why also lower the self-esteem to beg the man? If he wants someone with him in bed he can use the money. No need to involve feelings, no agreement just sleep together. Done it.

Not with young men either. Oh, my God, look at him. Do not let Elgio Durante know his behavior. Her daughter-in-law will strictly prohibit Aruhi from meeting her. And Archilles Lucca had reason to criticize his attitude again.

Trust Salsa, Archilles Lucca is waiting for you to stumble! And Arumi, that fierce girl, don't ask Arumi for a reaction. Salsa is kneading in the middle of the forehead. He started to dizzy.

Or put it this way, let's go. Forget all including James Chavez's seductive intentions. He will live with the shadow of the man who loves him so much. Maybe that's enough.

Fought with himself, Salsa then wrote a check give to Benigno. His sane mind finally returned he held. Enough of the theatrics, he'll stop and go home. Sleep and dream. Tomorrow morning, he has a better mood.

"Thank you for accompanying me."

"Mrs .., this is so much."

"Yes. Please do something for me." Salsa get the phone out. Give it to Benigno. Photo by Archilles Lucca and Elgio Durante.

"You'll call me if these two guys stop by here especially if they're both with a woman or using the services of a servant girl here."

"Miss, the rules here are very clear. Privacy is number one."

"Both are my children" said Salsa Diomanta. "Me, their mother. This one ...," he points to a photo of Elgio Durante, "has been a member of the club'. While this one ..." in the photo Archilles Lucca. "Maybe it'll be active soon."

Or have joined because Archilles Lucca has unlimited access to various places. Former criminals like Archilles, know how to camouflage in a certain space without the need for much effort.

"Take a good look at their faces, Benigno. I'm asking you to help as a mother who cares about her child."

"Alright, Mistress. Can you wait for me to mix a drink a little bit of alcohol and change your mood?"

"I doubt your intentions."

"I thank you for helping me." Staring at Salsa thanking him. From the body gesture tell Salsa that this young man is in need of money. Remind him of Ethan Sanchez. "I'll take you home myself, ma'am. Tell me if you want to go home."

Benigno. Soon returned with another drink. Presented without a word. Benigno poured the drink into the glass. Salsa began to drink while noticing the graceful movements of the golden fish. Alone without wanting company. After that, I will go straight home. Feeling noticed, looking a little find Laurent Vincenti as if to talk to him. Back to the aquarium. Breathe out slowly.

"Your friends aren't coming?"

Reproof, make Salsa Diomanta shocked amazing. Hold the glass tightly. James Chavez from behind. Without asking permission to sit in front of him.

"Or will never come?" he likes to mock.

"Funny," replied Salsa Diomanta turning the glass in hand, overcome nervousness, drink a little wine and then put it slowly. She did not see her husband coming at all. The only reason, he was busy watching the fish. "Why is it here? Don't you have any important business?"

Salsa asked the sarcasm.

"I want to meet your date."

"You're interested in my personal life to the point of leaving your business and sneaking here?"

"I'm curious." James Chavez is not ashamed to be honest.

"He was busy."

James Chavez grinned a little. Wrinkles on the face add to the attraction that Salsa hates.

"Salsa .., you have a problem with your personality. Fix it first, your next life will be better."

"You speak as if you really know me better than I do myself."

"You're not the serious commitment type. I'm not surprised, you were left alone so many times." Spoken slowly.

Salsa looked at James Chavez. Only one person has the right to talk about commitment in a romantic relationship. Just Ebenn. Because Ebenn is the real form of commitment itself. Self-dedication, time, love without reward, no complaints to Salsa in the long run, sacrifice - there are many more perfections - Salsa m3r1nt1h quietly without conscious.

How could I waste you?

Sipping a drink wants to relieve the pain.

"Well," nods James Chavez from next door. "I've tried it, Salsa," she said, sounding heartbroken. "If you're not too busy working as a gangster. I once committed to being your last partner. There's no negotiation. You've run into your father's treasure and wasted the man you want to be with."

Salsa's drinking again. The bitter taste and bitterness itself filled his body. Although furious, her husband was right and she could not prevent herself from cursing her bad feelings in the past.

"You want to show off your new boyfriend to me but since he's a fictitious guy, you ended up trying to hire a waitress service here?"

Salsa Diomanta let out a long sigh. It sucks because James Chavez is some kind of enemy who doesn't want to see him breathe and live. He was very happy as he was dying and would probably happily bury him.

"You like fishing a ruckus with me, huh?"

"More interesting, Salsa. You're too keen to draw my attention back to you."

Salsa Diomanta looked at her husband, immediately reddish.

"I'm sorry, Salsa. After Arumi's marriage we're done too." A rush is added as if afraid of forgetfulness.

Salsa wanted to say something, but a servant girl came and brought a drink. Put it in front of her husband. As the waiter was about to leave, Salsa held him back.

Salsa has just tasted what the thinkers say, weapons eat sir. Annoying as she was squeezed and there was only one way to get out of her husband's clutches.

"Can you please send a message to Mr Vincenti at the next table, when will the meeting end? I'm starting to wait for him here."

"Well, madam will I tell you?"

"Please add. The man in front of me wants to get acquainted with her." Salsa talks about not turning her eyes to James Chavez. Just hope model man Laurent Vincenti enough s3n51t1f invited allied in paintball game and their mission "let's silence the enemy".

"All right, Madam."

Maid girl goes, come to the next table. Salsa doesn't want to see what happens next. Why did he start a lie just because he did not want to be insulted and oppressed? It's getting worse.

James Chavez knocks on the table with his index finger watching Salsa count. Salsa finally dared to look next door. Staring at the man who stood up to leave the group as if meeting with him is more important.

James Chavez looked at him now. Salsa deliberately cast a glance at Laurent Vincenti just as James Chavez did with Andreia Sanchez. Salsa Diomanta add a little explosive g4Ir4h. Get wet too late and throw yourself.

Knowing exactly now, Arumi Chavez's talent is declining from him.

"I'm tormented to see you sitting alone, but our meeting is very important. I'm sorry, Salsa."

"I should have joined you instead of watching a goldfish until someone thought I came here and pretended to date." Salsa Diomanta satirized without taking the slightest look from Laurent. Right turning left. Grateful Laurent Vincenti read the very subtle panic inserted when the eyes met. And want to help him.

Laurent sits on the side of Salsa Diomanta. Grabbing Salsa's hand and pecking at the back of her hand.

Salsa does not label it totality but Laurent Vincenti kebablasan. Her sister Salsa was a little flattered. Doesn't at least a man need to be? James Chavez saw the act of adoring Laurent Vincenti, squinting until the corner of the eye folded.

"This is my ex-husband wanting to get to know you" Salsa told Laurent to shake hands with James Chavez.

"Laurent Vincent."

"James Chavez's. I'm still Salsa's husband."

Whatwant? Salsa growling.

"Yes yes, I know you, Mr. Chavez. Your daughter is an extraordinarily talented girl. I keep hearing my Son adore Miss Arumi every breakfast and dinner. Feeling my son is overreacting. Until one time, Miss Arumi stopped by for group duty at our house. I was thinking the angel's arrival."

"Your son?"

Laurent raised his hand for interruption, holding the chat. He then waved at the waiter to come. Benigno appeared.

"Bring Salsa's coat," he asked immediately for a quick nod.

Laurent looked at James Chavez. Back to the topic.

"Yes. His name is Young." Look at Salsa for a moment. Turn to James Chavez. "My son and Arumi Chavez were classmates of even one study group."

The way Laurent talks is not nonsense that Laurent knows Arumi well and pays great attention to Arumi. Something James Chavez doesn't have. A little makes James Chavez jealous. Salsa's instinct was not wrong to choose Laurent.

They are both gangsters. Things like this are as easy as you put a bullet in and pull a lever.

Benigno bring a coat. Laurent Vincenti stood up and accepted. Nod your head at Salsa ask Salsa to stand before covering the body with a coat to cover the plain shoulder of Salsa, rubbing the side of the shoulder slowly and allowing it to sit back.

"I can't wait to come and put on a coat for you. You can catch a cold, Salsa."

Now Salsa heard a "clack" sound from the gun that had been loaded with bullets. James Chavez loses control of his face.

"Thank you for accompanying Salsa to the conversation" Laurent told Benigno. Tell everyone that Laurent's been watching Salsa ever since. Benigno.

Salsa Diomanta just won a match that he thought would only look like an idiot if he tried.

When you treat another woman wholeheartedly and leave your rightful woman, there will be another man waiting for an opportunity.

"Friends really want you to participate in the discussion, Salsa. It's about the kids."

"Kids?" Salsa turned full on Laurent who was only a year older than her.

"Yes. We are developing the idea of home schooling for children, forming a high standard community. We can create an ideal private environment for only 5-6 children with the best teachers. Lesson hours are shorter but dense and intense. Multi-language teaching with two teachers in the classroom until the children are more educated and not careless. The place can change every month. The communication of professors and parents is better. Young and Arumi are best friends. I think they'll love studying together. It'll be more controlled."

Salsa Diomanta was intrigued by the idea. Arumi doesn't have to go to school and feels tormented.

"We need to get the kids' opinions, Laurent."

"Young agreed as long as he was with Arumi."

They spoke to each other in the heart language for five seconds. Something without a plan. I can't remember ever being this close to Laurent Vincenti. Salsa will thank Laurent Vincenti after this.

"You ..., really an exemplary father." Salsa praised the way Laurent Vincenti thought about his son's future. Catching an unhappy snort from the front. "I met Young a while ago. Respect for his adult attitude."

Salsa Diomanta grabbed the glass wanting to drink again. However, Laurent held his hand.

"That's enough, Salsa."

"Just this once Laurent and we can go."

James Chavez stood up. Finally faltering. "Salsa, let's go home."

Salsa has been holding the trigger ever since let James Chavez intimidate. Time to fire a counter-shot.

Dor's!

"I'll be with Laurent. I thought we were gonna spend the night together somewhere." Salsa said she surprised two men who watched her over James Chavez's colorful dark-gray red face.

"Salsa, we'll just go home and be together."

What does her husband want? Very unclear. Like the early teens of their twenties, labile.

"I should have heard you say after Arumi's marriage, our relationship is over right? You really want to be with your simple and beautiful girlfriend. What'sthis?"

"Many things can happen in three months." Oscillated.

Salsa crunched in the heart.

"You can go see your girlfriend, Mr. Chavez. Don't let him get cold. Protect her. Oh my God, poor woman." Amused at her husband's confusing behavior. "I'll be with someone who wants me!"

"Mr Vincenti, I'm sorry but I'll be with my wife home."

James Chavez goes around the table, gets Salsa and asks to come.

"You will respect his decision to be with whom, Mr. Chavez." Laurent Vincenti stood up, spoke firmly. Finally get out the original character. Compromise but on certain things.

"Until the next three months, we're still husband and wife. Please keep your distance from my wife" James Chavez replied, refusing to be bullied.

Laurent Vincenti stared at James Chavez sharply.

"Then, you will take care of it properly from now on, Mr. Chavez. Don't waste a woman who doesn't want to let you go."

"Thank you for your advice, sir."

"When your wife wants to be with me next time, I'll win her heart and you won't be able to prevent it anymore."

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