Happiness Does Not Have to be Rich
Nella's past

Bima occupies his new room with one other driver named Mr. Herman. After getting to know each other, Herman went to bed first. Bima opened his laptop to check the cctv installed by Zahra.

" In the living room there is nothing. Zahra put up where else?" mummified Bima.

Bima shifted the screen and observed the direction of the road to the pavilion. There were several guards standing at the door. On the other side, Bima saw the figure of a man standing in the darkness. Judging from his posture, it was predictable that it was Mr. Zaid.

Bima settles - the precipitate out of the room to approach Mr. Zaid. He was just wondering why the middle-aged man was there all those nights.

" Mister Zaid." whispered Bima.

" Huh...! You're who?" sahut Mr. Zaid was shocked.

" Mister take it easy, I'm his personal chauffeur Young Master Kaivan."

" Why are you here?"

" I'm sorry, Mister. I think you need something so I'm thinking of approaching."

" I don't need anything, go!"

" Do you want to enter the pavilion?"

" What do you mean?" Mr. Zaid squinted his eyes.

Bima saw nervousness on Mr. Zaid's face. It seemed like this Azzam father was eager to enter the pavilion.

" Do you need help getting in there? But you should be free anywhere because this is Mr. Zaid's house."

" You're new here, how do you know?"

" I work here because Mr. Deni. He recommended me to be Mr. Kaivan's personal chauffeur."

" I don't trust anyone."

" I understand, Sir. Excuse me, I want to go back to the room first." said Bima.

Mr. Zaid did not answer. He was still staring at the door of the pavilion which was heavily guarded. Sadness in his eyes. The burden of feeling that seemed to crumble his entire body made it more and more frustrating. With only one hope, Azzam soon returns and saves her from the cruelty of Nella and Darco.

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Today Nella went to her sister's headquarters, Darco. He vented his frustration because yesterday the drug transactions failed. Just this time there was a leak of information that reached the police.

" Nella... stop! Our goods are also safe. Our men had no survivors in the ambush, so no one would open their mouths." said Darco casually.

" There's never been a raid like this before, brother. We always play it safe in every deal." - annoyed Nella.

" Maybe it's just a coincidence, calm down! You better speed up your business with Zaid. It's been three years but you're just like a rat that's gnawing bit by bit." Darco said.

" How can I move if Kaivan doesn't support my plan. You useless child! Being told a good life doesn't want to." annoyed Nella.

" Hahahaa is because he looks more like his father. It's all your fault that you ignored him as a child and let him be educated by that cowardly man."

Nella gets even more upset when she remembers the man who used to be her husband. Although he is handsome and well-established, their lives are not in line. Nella chooses to follow in her brother's footsteps in a dark and cruel world. As for the husband, he is willing to stay away from his family as long as Nella is willing to change.

In fact, their eleven-year marriage only made their relationship worse. Had there not been a Kaivan in their marriage, Nella's husband might have left her.

" I should've killed him since Kaivan was a baby!" furious Nella.

" Hahaha.it's all the past, my sister. Didn't you get your dream man now? What else do you want now?"

" I don't want it anymore, I just want Zaid and his family destroyed. Howwasyoursearch? Has Azzam been found?"

" No, maybe he's hiding out of the country. We don't have much access outside, it's hard to find it there. I've tried in different countries, but the results are nil."

" As long as he hasn't been declared dead, Kaivan won't be able to become the heir to Al Farizy's fortune."

" Didn't you want to ask for an inheritance from your husband's family?"

Nella grunts annoyed. There was no way she asked for the inheritance, while the husband was killed in her house. His grandfather Kaivan was a very cruel person, there was no way he would deal with them. She was still lucky because her husband's family did not know about Kaivan's father's murder. They only know that Nella's house was attacked by Darco's enemies.

" no. If they investigate the case of his death, we can both end up in their hands."

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Zahra took care of Kaivan's room and Azzam alternately. She was very curious about the weapons her husband had. Zahra dropped some thick books on the shelf. There is a small safe with a code that Azzam has told through a message. After the safe opened, there were three pistols that could be estimated to cost hundreds of millions of pistols.

" Woww...! This is so incredible. Bima never gave a gun this expensive while on duty." murmured Zahra.

In addition to the gun, there are some neatly arranged papers. But when he was about to open it, he heard footsteps getting closer to him.

" Huh...! Who would dare to go up here? Isn't it just Lord Kaivan occupying the upper floors?" Zahra muttered as she approached the door.

Zahra locked the door very slowly. No one should know if he entered Azzam's room.

" Mrs, we don't have the keys to this room. Everything is kept by Mr. Kaivan."

I heard the voice of someone calling. Looks like it's one of the servants in this house. Zahra could not hear the voice clearly because it was very slow.

Before long, the footsteps began to drift away. Zahra went out and went into Kaivan's room.

" Huh.had not been found out I went into Mas Azzam's room. Who is he? What's he gonna do in Mas Azzam's room?" thought Zahra.

Zahra immediately went downstairs to pick up the mini camera she kept in her room. He should be wary of everyone in this house.

Zahra will install cameras in every corner of the upper floor. Azzam's room will also be watched for fear of any items Nella might be after.

After all his work upstairs was done, Zahra went back downstairs to make lunch for her Master. Kaivan every day only asks for simple foods that are easy to cook. As today, Kaivan asked to be brought sauteed mushrooms, fried shrimp flour same tomato sauce.

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TB

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