The President Daughter and Mafia
The President's Family's

The plane carrying Paloma arrived in Italy, a trip that took hours was very tiring. The paloma, which was still under the influence of drugs, fell asleep unconscious.

"I've brought him here, my job is done."

The man with the beard and the scar on the face said to a middle-aged man who had just entered the warehouse where the Paloma containment was located.

It was never imagined that the exclusive package they would get easily after doing three months of reconnaissance, and finally this mission went successfully.

"Thank you, for the next time you can take a vacation and go far away from here so as not to be suspected by any party."

They then came out of the room where Paloma was sleeping on a dirty and unworthy mattress.

They deliberately did not tie their hands and feet because Paloma would not be able to escape anywhere considering this place had been specially prepared by them. Besides that outside the room there were several guards on guard and also in the entire warehouse.

The warehouse is an abandoned warehouse that is far from the hustle of the city, no one will dare to go there because the place has long been considered haunted by the community.

The news of the kidnapping of Paloma Hendrawan, the only son of the President, became the hottest and greatest topic of the day.

Kevin Hendrawan who was attending the ASEAN countries meeting in Japan immediately moved from his seat.

He was shocked with his legs feeling weak. Kevin never imagined this incident would happen to his family, let alone the only daughter of Kevin was kidnapped when he was not in his country.

Poly Irawan who heard the news of Paloma's abduction cried hysterically and fell unconscious, he never knew that their breakfast was their last time together.

"How is it currently there? Did the police do TKP?"

Kevin Hendrawan looked frustrated aboard the Presidential Air Force One Boeing 747-700 with serial numbers 2800 and 2900. This Presidential aircraft uses Boeing's design, the 737-800 variant, which belongs to the Boeing Business Jet 2 (BBJ 2) class.

Kevin Hendrawan rubbed his face rough, he really conceded. Paloma did not like it if followed by many Paspampres because he thought it would be very troublesome, and made him unable to freely meet other people. Not to mention the procedures and protocols that he had to undergo every day.

Therefore Paloma insisted to his father not to put many Paspampres beside him. Moreover, considering this in his own country, Kevin also agreed to Paloma's request. But who would have thought he was even cheated in his own country.

"Then what about the shadow guards stationed near Paloma, are they safe?"

"They were also victims, Mr. President."

"What is this is a matter of*******Rangga?" Kevin looked at Rangga with teary eyes.

Really, which father wouldn't cry considering his only son was kidnapped and somewhere.

"We can't be sure, Mr. President. The detectives we've dropped are still investigating it at this time, even CCTV cameras were deliberately tampered with by them in the area before the incident happened. They've prepared everything before they act."

"Alright I want the report to be there by the time we land, and for the Press, call Bambang to hold a Press Conference. I don't want to worry people. Moreover, the election of a new President will begin, we must think of the best way to this problem without making the public restless. Press the mass media so as not to over-report this issue continuously, shift the focus of their news so that this problem can be handled secretly."

"Okay, Mr. President."

Rangga also called Bambang Soesatyo as Presidential Spokesperson to immediately conduct a Press conference to avoid fake news or hoaxes.

Meanwhile inside the sixty-year-old mansion was laughing happily at the news being broadcast on TV.

"Hahahaha ..your destruction has just begun Kevin Hendrawan!"