His Purpose
39. Persuasion

"Tu-Master?" Nick called in doubt.

Gibran was sitting in his great chair with his eyes glued to an object on the table. That thing was none other than the key to Maria's car that he managed to confiscate.

After the drama that brought Gibran back earlier than his service trip, locking up Maria for a few days was the only option Gibran could make.

Actually, information about Maria buying a car Gibran has known since last night. And just this morning he arrived at the mansion after a few hours of air travel from out of town.

"Give the car back and have the showroom transfer the money to Maria's account" he said flatly.

Nick sculpting. "But ... Mister?"

"Do it" Gibran said irrefutably.

Despite his heart, Nick still can not suspend Gibran's orders. He took the key from the table, then passed out of the room to carry out his duties.

After Nick's death, Gibran's breath was long. His back fell until he leaned back with his head turned. His eyes closed as his hands massaged his head. His body was swinging along with a chair that swayed slowly.

While in her room, Mary pensively hugged her knees on the bed. After the act of the pretentious want to hit the gate but too dear new car damage, Maria and Laura ended up arrested by the Gibran guards.

Suddenly he regretted. If only he had not hesitated to break through the gate that was almost 10 meters high, maybe he was currently busy walking with Laura out there, he said, not even locked in a room like now.

But it's okay, at least he already knows the existence and condition of the gate. It was enough to be a reference to Mary if later she wanted to escape from this palace.

A tinkling notification from her phone caught Maria's attention. He was amazed to read the notification of the amount of money that entered his account of approximately 95 billion. The transaction was made on behalf of the showroom where Maria bought the car yesterday.

Maria clasped her phone tightly. His chin rests on his knees. He stared blankly ahead with a look of anger. He knew it was all Gibran. Only that man could act arbitrarily at her.

"Fuck," he whispered sharply.

Mary did not know, her words could just be heard by Gibran. Without realizing it, something flickered behind the head of the bed. It was none other than a wiretap that Gibran deliberately installed with the help of his bodyguards.

Even the night is moving. Both Gibran and Maria still refused to talk to each other. Moreover, Gibran only ordered Martha to deliver food at every meal. The man forbids Maria from meeting Laura for a while. This made Maria and Laura quite shaken.

They are used to being together. Maria was not used to being served by any other servants besides Laura. While Laura, the girl also often harbored a longing for the mistress. The bond between them is so strong. Evidently from Laura who is currently crying in her room, she also received the same punishment from Gibran, should not go out of the room for several days, exactly what Maria experienced.

All the time Mary was just lying on the bed. Its territory authority is now only around rooms and bathrooms. He was not allowed to step on the balcony.

You crazy man. What could he do on the second floor like this? Even if he was desperate to escape through the porch, which has a name of suicide. The height of each floor of a Gibran house is almost twice that of a normal house.

Reasonable, anyway. The owner is an abnormal person. Gibran is a madman. So the design of the house is also different from the others. Impressed maruk and greedy, especially waste of land.

Geck, tok, tok.

"Mrs, this is Martha. I'm bringing dinner for you."

Maria did not answer. No answer, Martha will come in. The woman would even wait for him to finish eating. It was a situation that made Maria uncomfortable. Who can be calm when dining?

"Madam, please eat." Martha thrust a food trolley in front of Mary.

Maria stared at it flatly. He refused to rise from his position which was lying on his side. His eyes only glanced at the menus in the push table.

Sorry, Martha. I didn't mean to vent my anger at you. Inner Mary.

Martha nodded willingly, "Okay, Madam. Is there anything you want? We'll try to bring it."

I want to go home.

"none. Go."

Martha took a few steps back and bowed before passing, bringing back the trolley that Mary did not accept.

I don't know how many times Martha went back and forth because of Mary's changing appetite. The woman continued to carry out her duties without feeling the slightest bit annoyed. He understood that the problem Maria had received was fueling the Young Madam's annoyance.

All of these events were known to Gibran. The man sighed, then walked into the bathroom and disappeared there.

While in the pavilion, Jesi was combing her hair in front of the mirror. She polishes lipstick with sensual movements. His eyes glanced at the shadow in front of him.

Afterwards, she sprayed perfume around her neck and wrists. Don't forget the back of the ear that's gonna be his gun tonight.

Jesi smiled with satisfaction. He wears a robe to cover the thin clothes he wears inside.

His legs began to swing out of the room. The night was late and there was silence. All the servants had returned and were improving in their rooms.

Step by step passed Jesi towards the mansion. Until finally he arrived in front of Gibran's room after passing through several aisles and elevators.

Jesi knocked on the door, "Master, it's me" she whispered without an answer.

With courage he pushed the large-diameter double door and stepped in. He did not forget to close the door again without making a sound.

His eyes were wide and amazed to examine the interior of Gibran's large and luxurious rooms. The man's fragrance faintly smelled and intoxicated. Jesi. Gibran's wealth complements his exciting charm.

Inevitably his body heated up with a turbulent temperature. Along with that the bathroom door in the corner of the room opens, giving rise to Gibran who looks sexy and fresh in a kimono that is not tied tightly.

Jesi fascinated. He smiled at Gibran. For a moment the two were glued to each other. Until Gibran returned the smile with a slight twitch.

The man threw a small towel in his hand.

"Master .." whispered Jesi. His hand opened the robe in slow motion. The cloth fell on the floor, leaving Jesi in her thin, bright clothes without underwear.

Gibran. He looked at the woman's body with a long look. Slowly his feet approached eroding the distance between them. His hand grabbed the woman in the arms, making Jesi immediately smile with a red face.

Gibran rubbed his arm up to the woman's shoulder. His eyes fixedly stared in the sparkling Jesi netra. Then his face approached, making Jesi instantly close his eyes and surrender in front of Gibran.

However, something stuck to his back made the woman open her eyes. It was then that he found Gibran's gaze that had changed rather than before.

"Thank you for coming here."

Contrary to what he said, Gibran's voice was frozen.