Rodriguez Affair
Chapter 20

“Go Juless! I have no business with Summer.” Morean who was so gasp tried to calm down, it was a passing event, it was a passing one, he has accepted the fact that he and Summer no longer have any business and any relationship, Summer and her family are the ones who end it all.

“More, you're lying! You pretend not to care, I know how you look for it.”

Juless also brought up her uncle.

“Out Juless!” Morean insisted, he who had made his body vertical is now gradually breaking it, “Don't interfere in my business, I repeat once again, I repeat, I have nothing to do with Summer anymore and don't want to deal with you or the girl you're looking for."

Luke understands before being ordered he pushes Juless out before Morean is completely upset and will spiral out of control on the nephew.

Juless who was encouraged by Luke also explained again, “Help me Luke, lend me the people are just the More people I know have the ability to track and something even over great distances ..”

“Come Juless, More is sick.”.

“Luke, wait a minute!”

“JULESS UNDERSTAND!” Luke also rises to be upset and scream, “Go don't make him provoked emotions, you can be thrown directly into America without caring whether you want to or not.”

“SIAL!” Juless gave up, he put on a pissed face staring at Luke cynically, “Well I can search without your help, I swear I won't ask you for help until anytime!” Juless kept grumbling passed from there.

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A few days later Morean never returned to the apartment where he left Sarla, nor did he give Sarla any news, the two servants who served him there never once answered any of Sarla's questions as if made to not familiar what else mingle with Sarla avoid closeness and will pity Sarla and make her get out from there.

Every day Sarla just stared out the big window of the apartment and saw the beautiful buildings and the birds flying around, feeling very anxious to be as free as a bird he can be free to go around without having to think about anything other than food, Sarla commented smilingly closing the curtains again, everything now feels very boring.

Two days he enjoyed Morean's absence, but the next day he began to wonder where he was, the last time he said he was going to the hospital to visit his father, is there something going on there.

Sarla tries not to care about it but it will be until when she is like this, even everything that Morean asked to write on a paper he had left to the servant to give to Luke the assistant, but the man named Luke did not come there just all his needs seemed to be prepared there, his clothes, his food, whatever he needed were all fulfilled.

Sarla went back up on the bed, leaning her body in her back, she never sat for long and stayed in the house like this without doing anything, every day he usually does to find money and money but now everything is far different he must be confined in a place that can give him anything but not freedom.

Sarla looks at the family photo beside the bed again, she is not Morean that she saw but Jules the ex-lover, immediately Sarla approached and closed the family photo, hate has enveloped him in the man named Juless, he does not regret ending it is indeed deserved they end he is too childish and can not think before doing an action that has a fatal effect.

Geck…

Geck…

Geck…

The sound of a knock on the door rattled Sarla, “Come in,” Sarla knew it was a waitress this was lunchtime and it seemed like she was going to deliver food for her.

The door opened making Sarla turn her head, “Sorry miss, Mr. Morean asks you to get ready someone will invite you to go to his place, excuse me.”

“Wait, Aunty! Where will he take me?” Sarla also got up to look at the woman who looked down respectfully.

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Now Sarla was on her way to a place she knew nothing about, a simple light brown dress wrapped pretty slim body with hair that was allowed to unravel and an empty handbag that he got there but did not contain anything, the man named Morean did not give him a cell phone or cash to prevent something bad from being done.

Again and again Sarla asked her purpose where she would go anyway she got the same answer an obscurity answer, Sarla also chose to quietly see the streets there contemporary and classic buildings that stood beautifully along their journey with the spring that still continues to remove leaves from the trees that had long ago it looks like death.

Not long until they were in a mansion whose road leading into the main door was so far away, the distance of the gate to the house even up to hundreds of meters, Sarla wondered where she would be taken, could this be the man's residence and his family? No, he couldn't have brought me to his family and there must have been Juless there.

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Morean in his room gasped as he was still wearing bandages in his arms, looking very upset and angry that a servant had misdelivered the information Luke had given to their driver, it was supposed to send Sarla to a family favorite restaurant because Morean would take Sarla to lunch, but they even brought Sarla home and thought about the tone of the lunch at the Rodriguez family's residence.

Sarla seemed to have been invited down from the car, Luke immediately rushed to run out there to make Sarla enter the car again, but suddenly an unwanted coincidence occurred, jules' car also stopped at the residence's large parking lot.

Luke immediately pulls Sarla inside and takes her quickly to walk into Morean's room by running because her room is in a pretty far place.

Luke quickly opens Morean's room with the access he also has, immediately makes Sarla enter, Sarla's breath is still so decapitated in Luke's running, and, his leg even sprained because of the stiletto he was wearing regardless of kicking the steps up the stairs earlier.

Luke came back out while Sarla was safe in Morean's room, she was complaining over her slightly bruised leg, “What happened to your leg?”

Sarla ignored her legs and Morean questions, she immediately saw Morean's arm, “What happened to your arm?” Sarla looked seriously at the bandages on Morean's arm.

Morean snorted then his lips distorted with sneers, “Don't pretend to care about me, I know you must be so glad I didn't come there, right? You might wish I was dead, heal your wounds, the p3k box over there!” Show Morean the drawer and go to the other side of his room.

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