True Love of the Heir
CSP. 03
Seven burly men surrounded Arsen, all of whom seemed ready to finish off the man at any time. "Give that thing back!" pinta the bald-headed man while pointing a gun in front of Arsen.
"Or I'll shoot you in the head to shreds" another threatened to scare Arsen and ended up handing them the item in his hand.
Arsen tilted his head, smiling dismissively. Highlight his eyes were no less sharp, wrong if they thought Arsen would be afraid. The man did not even flinch in the slightest. "Take it if you want," he said, throwing the item far back.
The seven scoured behind him, trying to find the all-important secret chip. Feeling the opportunity, Arsen hurriedly left from there. "Based on the fools" he simply left the place and the people.
"Let's get out of here!" his orders in a rather loud tone, made Nadira flinch. Not yet relieved his shock, Arsen immediately pulled it, the girl was struggling to compensate for his big move.
"Tu-wait, Sir! Please rest a while. Me ... I can't run anymore!" Nadira gasps. He then sat down with the origin in the grass. Both of them managed to get out of the old building.
Arsen looked at Nadira without blinking. The reddish face of Nadira with a slightly fluttering hijab in the wind looks attractive in Arsen's view.
The duarrr!!!
The sound of explosions rang out, turning the two's gaze towards the old building. Nadira's eyes glared in disbelief, inversely with Arsen who did not care.
"Explosion" said Nadira weakly and fell unconscious. Shock. Nadira was so shocked that she lost consciousness. On the edge, Arsen clucked in annoyance, "Ck! That woman is troublesome!" the upset.
Not wanting to linger there, he finally carried Nadira's slender body to the car, then lay the body in the back seat of the car.
Arsen himself took a seat in the steering wheel, then leaned his head, tired. Ringing his phone rang, he stared at the flat screen for a long time before receiving his phone.
Putting his phone in his ear, he listened to the voice of someone talking on the other end of the phone. "Yes, I've succeeded" he replied quickly and then disconnected the phone unilaterally.
Then, he started his car engine and left the place at a moderate speed.
Opening her eyes slowly, Nadira finds herself waking up in a hotel room, rubbing her eyes slowly as sunlight infiltrates through the window slit, highlighting her beautiful face.
He neutralized his vision and looked around the room. "This ... The hotel? Holy jeez!" tiptoed in shock, he suddenly fumbled his body, breathing relieved because he was still dressed neatly.
Honestly, he was very scared, he was kneading his pained temple. Back to remembering what happened to him. "Surely he brought me here!"
His hand felt the nightstand, "What time is it?" one hand outstretched grabbing the clock on the nightstand. Eight o'clock in the morning. "Subhanallah! Mampus, Lo, Nad." The girl immediately got out of bed.
He searched for his cell phone but nothing, which he found was precisely an ATM card and a note, "For damages."
Nadira stared at the note for a long time with a frown in, "This means what, anyway? 532614 what number?" the monologue, flipping through the card.
"phone number? No way, the phone number is at least 11 digits. This ... Your password?!" eyes wide.
Nadira patted her own forehead, "Duh, Nad!" he stomped his feet on the floor, feeling annoyed himself. "That's stupid!"
"Collapse, everything's a mess. Car, mobile phone, job. Argha! Lo life why so gini, anyway, Nad?" Nadira began to grumble as usual as she felt confused.
"Take a deep breath, Nad ... Calm, patient," Nadira rubbed her chest slowly.
"His name is also alive, not to be separated from trials and problems. You have to be calm, and face it bravely!" he said it was encouraging which sounded more like a sedative sentence.
"Now, better you bath and then, going to office" he said. He then grabbed a towel in the closet and accidentally stared at some work suits there. "Well, good, at least you don't have to wear the same shirt twice."