Since I Found You
A Beautiful Night in Silence

All eyes were on the young lady, who was walking in and approaching them. A moment later, Herbert appeared to follow him. The middle-aged man put on a satisfied look. I don't know what's going on out there, when Vlad is busy confronting Folke's men. “Go from here. Take me with you,” Altea said with a glaring look.

“What do you mean, Miss Miller? Stop being silly and stupid!” sergeant Vlad. He did not like the words of Altea, who had already devoted herself to the men.

Altea. He looked at the handsome man who always scolded him harshly. “You don't have to bother looking after me anymore, Sir. I will be fine,” Altea said slowly. He then turned his attention to Bardolf. “Hey, Sissy! Get your knife out of Lady Elke's neck!” jolt it lightly.

“Fucking woman!” reply Bardolf while grinning widely. He turned to Folke, as if asking for the skinny man's approval. After Folke nodded, Bardolf released Elke. He intended to throw down the poor woman, if Vlad did not stop him immediately.

“Be careful with my mom! Once again you make him hurt, then you will be the first to die at my hands. I've recorded your ugly faces all in memory. It won't be hard for me to get rid of disgusting gibberish like you! You are! and you!” Vlad's index finger leads to Bardolf, Folke, and some of his men who are glued to their respective places.

“We are not afraid of the threat of a disabled man like you. Even though you have fake legs that are as strong as steel, but we have perfect legs that are more flexible ..”.

Not yet Folke continued his words, Vlad first raised the bottom of his trousers. The man's movements were so fast, that no one expected them.

Vlad threw a small knife tipped very taper, towards Folke who could not dodge. The tip of the knife was stuck right on his left thigh. Folke screeched loudly while holding onto the pierced thigh. Fresh blood seeped out, soaking into the jeans he was wearing.

“Basic, Cowardly! Just got a little knife, you've been screaming like a woman. What happens if your foot gets amputated. You'll probably just cry like a baby,” led Vlad with satisfaction.

However, what makes Folke and his men instantly freeze is, not the ridicule of the Russian man. Something very surprising. From the movements Vlad made, they could confirm that the long-haired man was no ordinary person. Not wanting to get involved in the fight any further, Folke raised her hand. He hinted for them to immediately retreat and leave from there. Folke also coded Herbert, in order to bring Altea.

Immediately, Herbert grabbed his daughter's still-riveted arm staring at Vlad. The middle-aged man slightly dragged Altea, who actually looked heavy to leave the house. However, Altea had to fulfill what he had said earlier.

Meanwhile, Vlad stood there for a moment. A moment later, the handsome man immediately approached the mother who was back in a wheelchair. ”How are you doing, Mom?” tanyanya. He examined every part of the sick woman's body. Vlad found a small cut on Elke's neck. “Quickly treat the wound, Ilsa,” Tell Vlad.

“Why are you? Why did you let him go?” rebuke Elke firmly. “Pursue him, Vlad! Bring him back here!” tell the woman. Elke looked very upset.

Vlad jerks. He seemed to have just realized, that he had let Altea go from there. Without saying much, Vlad ran out. He drives his car, chasing Folke's motorcade which takes Altea away.

Not too difficult for Vlad with his extraordinary driving style, so it can overtake even the front vehicle. Vlad stopped his car right in front of the vehicle, braking suddenly.

“Hey, Stupid!” The driver, who had braked suddenly, popped his head out of the open glass window. However, he immediately re-entered his head, after seeing Vlad get out of the car while pointing the gun towards the windshield of the vehicle.

“Nona Miller! Where are you?” exclaim Vlad. Thankfully, the atmosphere was quiet at the time. So, not many people see the scene in the style of thuggish. “If no one answers, then ...” Vlad did not continue his words. He's ready to pull the trigger. However, there was no response at all from the people in the vehicle.

Vlad abandoned his intentions. He walked while continuously cocked the firearm earlier. The man stepped near a car that was known to belong to Herbert. Vlad then tapped on the window glass with the handle of the gun. However, there was no response from the owner of the vehicle. The patience in Vlad was running out. He banged hard on the window glass to make it crack. The car owner who is none other than Herbert, just lowered the car glass.

Vlad was a little bent. Inside the car, he saw Altea looking at him. The pair of brown eyes of the young woman seemed sparkling, when she found out Vlad was following her to get there.

“Come out,” Tell Vlad. His blue eyes beckoned to Altea, for the long-haired woman to obey what she ordered. However, Altea looked doubtful. He looked at his father. The young lady's eyes flashed something that was hard to grasp, even by Vlad himself.

Meanwhile, Folke and his men who came out of the vehicle had already pointed weapons at Vlad. But they did not dare to shoot. I don't know what made the men let Vlad freely take Altea with him.

Vlad, who was already in the car, sensed that something was strange. Before stepping on the gas pedal, the man had seen the rearview mirror. Vlad squinted, as he saw Folke talking seriously with Herbert. “You know what they're planning?” vlad asked as he glanced at Altea who looked tense. Unusually, the young lady behaved like that.

Altea did not answer. He just shook his head slowly. It was body language that made Vlad suspicious. His mind at that moment immediately turned to the house. No one is reliable there. Vlad immediately turned the wheel. He runs the vehicle just past the men who noticed his departure.

During the trip, Altea did not say a word. And also when we got home. He immediately hugged Elke who was already waiting for him with worry.

"I'm glad you're back, Miss Miller," said Elke. He kissed Altea's forehead and cheeks lovingly.

"Well, you rest. Remember, you also must not be late to take medicine, Madam," Altea said, accompanied by a sweet smile.

"Yes. I'm calm now, because you're back. I'll take my medicine and rest soon. You too, Miss Miller. Stay right here. Accompany my son," Elke's pinta lightly stroked Altea's cheek, before the young woman stood up again.

Altea smiled gently. He nodded slowly. After that, the long-haired young lady gestured to Ilsa, to take Elke to her room.

After Elke's death, Altea turned to Vlad who was still fixated while looking at him with a look full of astonishment. Vlad was sure that something must have affected the young lady's mind. He also had to be vigilant, because he could not read what Herbert and the men had planned.

"I'll go to the room first, sir," Altea said goodbye. He passed from before Vlad.

However, Altea had not yet set foot on the steps of the stairs, Vlad's heavy voice first restrained his movements. "Are you okay, Miss Miller?" ask the man curious.

Altea turned, then smiled. The same smile, as he showed Elke. "I'm fine, Sir. I'm just a little surprised to see your ability," he replied. He turned his body. Continuing the intention to go upstairs.

Such attitude of Altea, again made Vlad feel strange. However, he tried to ignore that feeling.

After dinner, Altea went straight back to her room. He was pensive on the edge of the bed. I don't know what hit that beautiful woman's mind.

Vlad was in his room. In recent times, he tried to return to his world gradually. Vlad began to actively again check the state of the company even remotely. However, his concentration had to be split, upon hearing the sound of knocking on the door. "Lake in!" vlad is not too loud.

Slowly the door opened. The beautiful face of Altea appeared behind it. That night he looked very different. I don't know what makes it look like that. However, Vlad felt something else from the appearance of the young lady.

The sitting Vlad leaned against the head of the bed, moving the laptop from his lap onto the table. He noticed Altea, who was rubbing his entire body with a blanket. "What's wrong? Are you sick?" asked Vlad with a surprised look.

Altea shook her head accompanied by a sweet smile. He stepped closer and closer towards the direction Vlad was. The young woman stood facing the handsome man. Their eyes also clashed with each other.

Unexpectedly, Altea put away the blanket that covered her body. There was a beautiful sight, which made Vlad immediately swallow his saliva deeply.