THE MAFIA!
Chapter 99's

🍄 Paris, France.

"Sania! tie my shoes!" tell a girl who is about 30 years old. He thrust both feet at the foster sister who he made as an all-round assistant. Both of his hands were busy choosing a diamond ring that was suitable for tonight.

It was Margaret Gareen. A famous model in France. His face is often milling around in magazines, social media and even the world of French television. Although not to reach the world, but the Gareen family is quite famous in France.

"Yes, Miss." replied the girl called Sania while crouching, and dressed in high heels with a long small strap that swerved around her ankle.

After both feet were wrapped in a pair of high heels with a world-class brand, Margaret stood near the big mirror, looking at her perfect body.

Wrapped in a black evening dress shiny and tight, where the back dangles to pass through the eyes of the feet. The front is hemmed to the tip of the upper thigh. A few inches longer must be parallel to the base of his thigh.

The chest part shows a solid molecular hemisphere. Sleeveless, without any tile fabric. A smooth white chest with a diamond necklace hanging from her neck was perfectly exposed. Adding a sexy and elegant impression on her.

The long blonde hair was let loose, with a slight wave at the end. On the left near the ear, there is a small decoration to enhance the beauty of the head.

He so admired the plenary beauty that he got tonight. And she was ready to go to the festive party of a big company that also overshadowed her modeling world.

"Perfects!" he mumbled softly with a smug smile that was clearly visible on his face.

He took a clutch, from the glass cupboard. Where a lot of organized bags and clutches from world brands. As we all know, Paris is the center of fashion. So it is not wrong if the population is so thick with world brand goods.

' Tonight I have to get you! '

His fizz in his heart, with a smile.

"Open the door!" margaret's word to the faithful Sania stood behind Margaret.

Sania quickly opened the walk in closed door. Margaret came out with a pride that had been ingrained since childhood.

Sania again follows Margaret out of one of the magnificent houses lined up in an elite alley in the middle of Paris.

A new car welcomes the arrival of Margaret. And again Sania followed Margaret into the car with her hands always carrying some of Margaret's necessities.

It was Sania Arlington...

A girl adopted as a child by Alexandre Gareen 19 years ago in Italy. When the girl was about 4 years old, in a remote orphanage.

The car drove to a star hotel. Where there is available Convention Hall which is currently decorated in such a luxury. Show me who's the owner of the show tonight.

"As usual! close your eyes! and don't interfere in my business!" margareth said as he stepped together into the elevator, towards the 5th floor. Where the 90-year party White Lion Group held.

Companies that overshadow the various business worlds are now led by the third generation of the founder. It is said that every year the company's graph is always increasing. Stock prices continue to climb.

It is not wrong if many women compete to win the heart of the CEO who is fierce as the sole heir to the White Lion Group.

"Well, Miss!" sania answered standing one step behind Margaret. The truth is his foster brother.

"And if anyone asks what your name is, never mention your full name!" he continued half annoyed. "Remember! it's a big party!"

"I understand, Miss!"

"Hmmm!" answer Margaret cuek.

Submitting an official invitation to the committee, Margaret could waltz freely into the Convention Hall. Mingle with those who are also the same - the same classy socialites.

Sania in her simple clothes, continued to walk behind Margaret with a slight bow. Shy but hesitant to protest. Because many of them are also personal assistants, but dress much more appropriately to accompany their artists to attend the party of wealthy businessmen from France.

"Margareth, Sania?" call someone from the right.

Both of them looked. They were very familiar with that voice. The heavy sound that if angry then the world will feel like an earthquake to both.

"Father!" squeak Margaret.

"Good night, Pa." said Sania, bowing respectfully. But at once it got a deadly glance from Margaret. Sania who understands glances

"Hmmm.." Alexandre nodded slowly. His eyes examined Sania from head to toe. "Why are your clothes like this, Sania?" ask Alexandre.

"Sania, why are you wearing clothes like this?" ask Alexandre.

"Ep.. Sania wasn't comfortable wearing party clothes, Pa." Sania replied as sincerely as possible.

"But it's a big party, Sania," Alexandre said. "Papa's client."

"Sorry, Pa!" Sania. No longer dare to look into the eyes of the adoptive Papa.

"Margareth, you must have brought a change of clothes, right?" Alexandre turned to her only daughter.

"A.. No, Pa!" answer Margaret flat.

"Isn't your car always full of clothes?" tanyakanya. "Lend it to Sania!"

"Well! lend Sania a shirt?" mendelik can't believe it. "No, Papa! Margaret did not want to wear Margaret's clothes. Shame to get caught on paparazzi camera, Pa!"

"Other people how? she's your sister!"

"Lift, Papa!" margareth lirih.

"Truely you are Margaret!"

"Papa should immediately join the client, Papa. Sania is having this kind of problem."

Sighing heavily. Alexandre rubbed Sania's arm gently.

"I'm sorry Papa, Sania. Papa is waiting for Mr. Harcourt!"

"Yes, Pa." replied Sania smiling sweetly.

"Treat Sania like your sister, Margaret!"

Smiling curiously, "What the hell is Papa!" gerrutu annoyed.

Alexandre shook his head slowly. Tired of facing a spoiled princess who never wanted to hear his words since childhood. Alexandre walked away leaving two women who were known as his children.

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📞 "We're waiting for a chance to see Miss Sania, Mr Jack!"

📞 "You've found it?"

📞 "Already, Sir. Miss Sania is with a model named Margaret Gareen."

📞 "Yes! keep watching! make sure you find the right time to talk to him!"

📞 "Ready, Sir."

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"Don't follow me! you just sit in that corner!" margareth said to Sania.

"Yes!"

Sania walked to the edge. Sit alone in the row of the most edge chairs. Stay away from those who dress up as socialites. Staring at the crowd. The CEO hasn't shown up yet, but the room is like a sea of people.

"Good night, Miss Sania Arlington?" greet someone from the side, making the girl turn her head.

"Night...." Sania stared silently at the man before her. Remember - remember, whether he knows the person. But his memory is nil.

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