Since I Found You
Left Without a Word

Altea ignored the discomfort on her body part. He immediately ran over to the man standing under the streetlight. The closer, the more clearly visible the large tall figure was none other than Herbert. The father who had been waiting for him somewhere hidden, thus escaped Vlad's observation a moment ago.

The man smirked in satisfaction when he saw his daughter back. As fast as lightning, Herbert pulled Altea's hand away from the front yard of Vlad's residence. Half-running, he continued to hold his daughter's hand. Herbert seemed to be afraid that Altea would escape again like the other day.

"What did you get?" asked Herbert as he continued moving forward.

"Nothing matters" Altea replied. He had brought Vlad's business card. The name of the man's company in Germany was also listed there.

"You're totally unreliable!" cela Herbert is disappointed.

However, Altea did not want to respond to his father's words. He was used to harsh words.

After running about a hundred meters away, they arrived near the parked car. There was also already prepared Folke and some of his men, who immediately grinned with satisfaction upon seeing the arrival of Herbert and Altea. “Finally you guys came too. Long time!” The skinny man with thigh wrapped in bandages was snorting irritably.

“I waited for him to get out of the house,” said Herbert did not want to be blamed. Meanwhile, Altea just sneered while looking away.

“Already. Don't waste time. We better get out of here, before the man realizes that your daughter has run away from her home,” Folke said. He beckoned to his men, to get ready to leave. “Come, Darling. It's time you came with me,” asked Folke. He intended to grab Altea's hand.

However, Altea immediately brushed it off. The young lady even violently rejected Folke's hand. “Don't you dare touch me, little baby!” his jolt. Altea glared sharply at the skinny man earlier.

“You!” Folke was already feeling uneasy with Altea's attitude. However, he had to hold back. Altea is a chapped item that should be kept in good order. “Wait until I bring you before Mr Dietmar!” threaten her. Folke grabbed Altea's arm. He half dragged the young lady towards the car.

Before getting into the car, Altea turned to Herbert. His gaze was so sad. Altea never expected, that his escape all this time would end up with something unwanted. Without much resistance, Altea came in. The young woman sat between Bardolf and Folke. Altea doesn't talk much. He just bowed. He looked no further when the car passed in front of Herbert.

Meanwhile, Herbert was still standing glued. Suddenly, there was a strange feeling that ambushed the recesses of his heart. He continued to pay attention to the pace of the car that was taking Altea away. Getting further away, until finally not seen again from sight.

Slowly, Herbert lowered his head. After all, there is a side of a father's heart in him. How depraved was he who had treated Altea in such a manner. However, Herbert had to do it.

“What have you done?” Suddenly, there was the voice of a woman he knew.

Herbert immediately raised his face. He looked around the place. “Anselma?” muttered the middle-aged man. “Anselm? Is that you?”

Herbert turned around, looking for the source of the voice that reprimanded him. However, there was no one there but him. Herbert was beginning to feel anxious. Immediately, the middle-aged man got into the car. He pushed it hard, leaving the place.

Altea arrived in Hamburg in the morning. Folke immediately took the young woman to the place where the boss named Dietmar Kreuk was.

“I never woke up this early!” grumbled a blond man with a shoulder. He walked by putting on an annoyed look, as his sleep schedule was interrupted. Dietmar, walking towards the place where Folke and Bardolf were already waiting for him.

However, Dietmar's annoyance soon dissipated, when the man saw the beautiful figure of Altea standing between his men earlier. Dietmar smiled broadly. He threw away the drowsiness. The man walked over to Altea who was staring hatefully at him. “Where did you find this beauty?” tanyanya while holding Altea's face with one hand.

“Yes. You're right, Folke. I don't want to die at the end of Mr. Ludwig's muzzle, ” Dietmar agreed. He rubbed his thin beard while occasionally clucking softly. “Then, immediately prepare this beauty to face her special day,” Dietmar said after thinking for a while.

Dietmar stood before Altea. Look closely at the long-haired young lady. “Actually, it's a pity because I had to miss a woman as beautiful as this,” he said while looking at her body as far as Altea from top to bottom.

Dietmar is back slowly. “Who would have thought that Old Man Herbert had a girl this beautiful,” said the long-haired man again as he touched Altea's chin. However, immediately the young lady brushed him off harshly.

“Be careful, Sir. This woman is very wild and difficult to control,” Folke reminded.

“Ah, stop! Take him to Irmina to prepare. I'll take him to the auction tonight,” Dietmar said, shaking hands.

Without much refutation, Folke and Bardolf took Altea to the place of the woman mentioned earlier. There, it was a place to check on the girls who would be taken to the auction. Irmina was in charge of checking whether they were truly virgins or not.

Irmina, is a woman of about forty years old. The look on his face looks very thin and unfriendly. He was a special doctor, employed by Dietmar. Huge wages, making him tempted to serve the manager of the Goldgeld Casino. “Who is he?” he asked, when Folke had confronted Altea to the blonde woman.

“Mr Dietmar asked you to check the authenticity of this young woman,” Folke said. He pushed Altea's plan forward and drew closer to Irmina.

Irmina watched the young lady before her intently. After observing for a while, the blonde-haired lady hinted for Folke to come out of the room.

Vlad just opened his eyes. He looked next to her. Altea was no longer there. The blue-eyed man smiled slightly. Hard to believe, he's been making love to a woman he's always mad at like a child.

A moment later, Vlad rose slowly. He sat down while leaning. Vlad, just remembered that he had not turned off the laptop, because last night Altea first entered and invited him to do hot activities.

Vlad lowered his legs carefully. He took the laptop from the table. However, the handsome man's eyes were immediately fixed on a small object, which sparkled by the reflection of sunlight from a glass window. Vlad squinted his eyes. He then moved from his seat.

The sparkling thing earlier was a pair of earrings belonging to Altea. Vlad held it for a moment while thinking. Suddenly, his pair of blue eyes widened. He rushed to retrieve the prosthetic leg he had last night placed near the table. After putting up the prosthetic leg, Vlad rushed out of the room. His first destination was Altea's room.

As he had expected. The room was empty. So is the small closet where Altea keeps her clothes. Vlad knew it, because he had once put a tracking device in the backpack of the young woman.

Not wanting to linger in the room, Vlad rushed down. He did not care, even though he only wore sleeping pants without wearing a top. Vlad walked quickly outside the house. He stood in the courtyard, then walked to the side of the road.

A heavy gust of breath, slid from Vlad's thin mustache-drenched lips. The Russian man was convinced that Altea had left overnight.

Feeling that there was nothing he could do just by standing there, Vlad decided to go back inside. He said nothing to Elke, as the mother was still not fully recovered. Vlad headed straight for his room. He opened the laptop that had not been turned off. After that, the handsome man walked into another menu. Vlad began to track down Altea.

“Hamburg?” muttered. “Damn it!” Vlad looks so emotional. He grabbed his cell phone and called Mykola. Vlad sent the coordinates he had obtained. “Fetch Altea at that place, then wait until I come,” Vlad said firmly.