His Purpose
164. Misdirected

Gibran seemed so professional when talking to his colleagues about work. Maria listened and smiled every time Gibran rubbed his stomach.

The man knew what he needed. While Grandpa Roman and Rayan themselves had split up when some of their partners approached.

Gabriel's? I don't know where Maria is. After all, he had been expecting the sneak to leave since then.

"Mrs, drink?" In silence a servant appeared offering a drink.

Maria looked up and smiled. He nodded politely to receive the glass from the hand of the servant. The waiter then left with hurried steps.

Maria frowned, maybe she wanted to go to the bathroom, she thought.

He had not had time to sip the drink earlier, suddenly Gibran snatched and looked at him clucking. "Don't drink recklessly. How many times have I told you, there's a lot of alcohol in here."

Gibran smelled a glass in his hand, and it was true that the drink contained alcohol levels although not up to 1 percent.

Maria pursed her lips small. He dared not argue. Gibran switched to giving juice that he ordered directly to the organizers of the event. While he again spoke to the man who was his partner.

Maria took a leisurely sip of the fruit juice while occasionally circulating a glance. Several of Gibran's bodyguards were seen spreading across several sides of the room. While Nick, he doesn't know. He usually follows Gibran everywhere.

Well, it also just crossed his figure had appeared from the direction of the side door. But why does Nick seem so worried?

"True, that's what I'm going to apply to our new company regulation" Gibran told colleagues. His hand grabbed the glass on the table and drank it slowly.

Gibran was asked to climb onto the podium to give a speech. He patted Mary's thigh briefly before standing up to leave the chair.

Mary smiled at her husband who was so shining, and somehow looked more handsome tonight. Is this just Mary's feeling? Gibran is always handsome at all times.

A thunderous applause echoed Gibran's steps up the stage. He stood facing the guests with such incredible charisma.

Nick arrives and stands beside Maria. Kontan Maria turned her head and asked what had made her curious. "What's up, Nick? You seem worried about something?"

"So I ran into a waiter, he looked suspicious." Nick then touched the ear to contact his men who were either scattered anywhere.

"Good night." Gibran's voice rang out from up there and managed to pull back Mary's attention on the man.

"First of all I want to thank the guests who are willing to attend tonight. I'm happy as the company leader, because you're welcoming our event with open arms."

Gibran spoke his speech so smoothly. He looked like a normal human being, whereas behind it a lot of darkness that enveloped his life.

The incident in the tiger enclosure was the first murder Maria knew of. He didn't know if there were any more murders before and after that. To be sure, Mary only hoped that God would forgive Gibran and give him guidance to be better.

Mary did not want the crime to backfire in the future.

"Praise God—"

Suddenly Gibran stopped. The atmosphere itself was suddenly quiet and maybe some of them wondered why the leader suddenly paused his speech.

No exception Maria who is now looking closely at her husband. He unknowingly stands when he realizes there is something unusual about Gibran.

His face was pale, the man slightly frowned trying to hold something back. A second after that ...

"Ohuk!" Gibran coughed holding his own neck.

Everyone stood up and screamed in surprise as Gibran did not stop coughing and spewing blood there. The man was still trying to stand holding on to the pulpit.

Maria herself followed anxiously. A little trouble because of his large stomach makes it difficult to walk. Maria didn't even remember she had to nudge the glass until it broke.

Panic rippled out making the originally quiet event now boisterous by the voices of the people.

"Shop! Oh my God what happened!!!" Maria who managed to crack open is now sitting next to her husband who has collapsed on the stage floor.

Nick stepped aside to call for reinforcements and somehow ordered what on some of Gibran's men.

Maria screamed frantically at the blood that kept coming out of her husband's mouth. The man looked back at Maria who was now crying as if rubbing her face. "City .. hiks .. hiks ... Koko why? Kink ..."

Maria was only able to call out Gibran's name, she did not know what to do because she was too overwhelmed by panic. His heart trembled in fear at Gibran's condition.

Everyone was shocked and confused, not least Gabriel and Roman who took the stage in a panic. "Sister!"

"Oh my God ..." No different from Maria, the old Roman body also vibrated to find the grandson who was so worried.

Rayan himself ran from the entrance with the medical team that Nick directed towards the pulpit. All went aside to give way, including Mary who shifted to let her husband be carried over to the gurney.

Rayan held her daughter who was about to run to follow Gibran who was carried quickly out the ballroom. He shook his head and reminded Mary of her big belly.

"Mr ..."

"Papa knows you're panicking. Try to be a little more calm. Think about your baby. We'll catch up. Come on, you come with Papa."

Maria shook her head. "I want to go with Koko ..."

"Mary!" Rayan. "You're coming with Papa."

Maria had no choice. After all, Gibran must have reached the bottom, while Maria and her stomach condition did not allow for a quick chase.

He rubbed the child in the stomach. As if he understood his mother's panic he did not stop moving actively there.

Relax, Son. Daddy you must be okay.

While in another place, the waiter who was in charge of carrying a drink was now trembling in fear.

"Basic stupid! Humans are useless! You're on the wrong fucking target!"

"Ma-I'm sorry, sir. Sa-I don't know. I ... I also did not expect the glass to be drunk by He—"

"Because you chose alcoholic drinks! She's pregnant! Of course Gibran Wiranata would not let his wife drink. Think it!"

"I'm sorry .. forgive me, Mr. .. please forgive me."

"Aarr!!!"

The man who was Jim, the confidant David Willis was glancing cynically at the servant who was prostrating in fear. He snorted with a cruel face. Without warning his hand grabbed the gun behind the jacket and pointed it at the waiter.

"Once again forgive sa— Dor!" The servant's sentence stopped in mid-air as the shot shot shot through his cranium.

"Useful rasp. Just die you fuck," he sizzled sharp.