Valesha, Deep Regrets
#Oaklard and Neil
The two men had now arrived at the airport. They were walking towards the plane that even Valesha herself did not know where the plane was going to take them away.
Where did he and Axelo go, he really didn't know anything, the man didn't say anything about this flight.
She simply became a tail behind Axelo, walking for a meter trailing her husband. He is like a little dog that follows his master wherever he goes.
A few bodyguards seemed to follow him behind, some were carrying suitcases too, whereas earlier when Valesha flew to Z country she did not carry suitcases at all, why did she suddenly come home with a lot of luggage?
He was confused, but he could not ask much. Just continued to keep his confusion in his heart. It seems useless he asked, surely the man will also ignore himself.
That could happen.
He could only continue to step behind Axelo, until the two finally got into the plane, and after that, for some reason quickly Valesha melted himself in his sleep.
He felt so tired, perhaps after a night of being pounded by Axelo, with incomparable strength, and after that he could not sleep well.
Indeed, in the ship the sensation is very different, but while there, it does not feel as comfortable as your own home. It is a disease for all those who find it difficult to adapt.
And now that he was sound in his sleep, the plane was also floating in the air, just waiting for them all to arrive at their destination. Valesha hasn't eaten anything since this morning.
But his tiredness overcame the hunger in his stomach, even so, his stomach voice still rang, indicating that he was starving heavily.
The kruuukk!!
Axelo turned his head, shortly after he heard a voice coming from the wife's stomach. His eyes sharpened towards Valesha, yet he did not want to do anything.
The woman sleeping beside him looked so tired and very sound in her sleep. It was impossible to wake Valesha.
He picked up a drink that a flight attendant had prepared for him, sipping the drink, while playing his fingers on the surface of the glass.
Of course he did not waste his time for free. That time he also used to think.
How would he have to act if the backup plan he had failed. But of course it won't be possible.
His men are always reliable. He will not fail a second time.
Only, one thing still stuck in his mind. He did not know why Mr. Vishnu had abruptly canceled the meeting, when last night the two of them had made an appointment to meet this morning.
Is it possible that such a man still has other activities?
He's sick, is he still taking care of work while he's sick?
Listen, Mr. Vishnu still manages the company in the city of Z. Excluding our larger R, the company was managed by the son of his younger brother Neil.
The young man named Neil was just an orphan. He lived with his mother and sister, while his father died of a heart attack a few years ago.
The young man finally managed the business owned by Mr. Vishnu Fotham and successfully uplifted by Vishnu Fotham.
That soldier, now that man might as well be preoccupied with the legacy company of his late father. And he would not have been able to manage the company of the famous Vishnu Fotham.
After all, he was only an ordinary human who had the maximum limit of ability. And presumably, spread and continue the company of Vishnu Fotham in the midst of his struggle to advance the company of his late father is certainly not a very easy thing.
That's possible.
"No way!" he was trying to escape the snare of some rope that tied him to a chair.
In front of him were four tall and well-built men, with very sinister gazes, trying to threaten him.
Plaque!
One hard slap struck his left cheek until it was red. It hurt a lot, but it was the first slap for him.
Presumably he would not easily break away from the entanglement of these men.
"Hengs! fine if you don't want to!"
The sling!
Someone took out a shiny knife from behind the suit worn. The knife in his hand was very shiny, exposed to the moonlight that entered through the doorway.
The glint of light completely dazzled Neil's eyes, to the point that he was made to be closed to see it. Suddenly the feathers bristled great.
"What do you want to do?" neil asked very nervously, clearly his face turned pale as chalk, and his cold sweat began to drip down his forehead.
He was very nervous with a knife that would probably be his final journey.
"You know what I'm going to do" replied one of the men, who was presumably the leader among some of the men in front of Neil, "I like the belly, it was very addictive, want more, and again, maybe a coward's meat will be even more delicious" the man continued.
Neil seemed to gulp his saliva in a mute, it was bitter, like bile that he was so unwilling to feel on his tongue.
He was speechless, as if his upper and lower mouth were locked so tightly, that he could not move his tongue, much less speak.
"This knife hurt some pigs, something I stuck in the neck, he was a specialist who was very good at lying to me, and then there was something I punched right into his heart, he's an unforgivable traitor." Said the man while playing the knife in his hand, very shrewdly.
Presumably not playing, he is like an executor who is very reliable in terms of eliminating people. He seems to be working for someone really great.
It makes Neil even more made great goosebumps. The feathers that were originally bristling, slowly began to feel uprooted from its place.
He could not hold anything inside his body, the fear grew bigger and bigger, making himself nervous, and in the end, something came out of his pants.
Ck!
The man in front of him saw Neil's behavior which was said to be cute. It is not normal anymore, anyone would be scared when he almost died like that.
The man in front of him just seemed to be chuckling at it all, the stupid behavior that happened to Neil, peeing in his pants, unfortunately, he said, he really couldn't hold on to it until it seemed that his pants were drenched in his own urine.
"Hengs! basic cupu! you're scared, aren't you? what if I give you something more interesting than that? like, a wound?"
"A?"
"Arkh!"
Without a second thought, the man in front was seen scratching a slight cut on Neil's cheek, a fairly long scratch with blood that then poured from there.
He was handsome in pain moreover the wound was right on his cheekbone, presumably he had to give up his good looks this time.
Don't know why it slashed in there, sorry Neil, this guy in front of you is just too used to being aggressive. Not too fond of a lot of pleasantries, not too fond of something that runs a long time.
Little information to know. The man who was cruel and had a scar on his left ear was named Oaklard.
He's one of Axelo's best men, one of the best security men specially trained on a hidden island just to escort and do whatever Axelo wants, including eliminating someone if necessary.
In Axelo's dark web, everything is complete, from the best hackers and of course professionals in the field, heretics, undercover experts, the greatest infiltrators, and reliable killers.
Everything was in the group shaded by Axelo. Including the man, one of the greatest men who was deliberately fielded directly by Axelo just to face a man named Neil this one.
Let's tell you later about everyone who became Axelo's great team. Maybe for now, it's better to focus on how fate will befall Neil next.
"Hows it? what's it like to hurt?" oaklard asked the man who was restrained by him in the chair.
He looked at the man very sharply, as he was staring at the quarry he had caught, and in a moment, perhaps he would enjoy the food of his quarry.
"Please, don't hurt me, please, let me go." Neil said with his cup.
If he is famous for his gentlemanly and authoritative attitude while in the company, or even in his association which of course is filled by rich businessmen, then when faced with some Axelo man, then when faced with some Axelo, he really can't do anything.
Brak!
Oaklard kicked the chair Neil was sitting in, until it almost fell over him.
Fortunately, someone managed to hold the chair, until finally Neil was able to survive death that almost picked him up.
Sir!
Oaklard is now seen holding Neil's left shoulder, pressing him very strongly, though he is seen to have a mediocre expression, and is not impressed with all his might, but to be honest, he said, the emphasis Oaklard puts on Neil's shoulders is alarming.
"If you want to go home okay, then follow the directions we give! otherwise, I can't guarantee your life will be saved!"
Oaklard's words were very deep, and very frightening. He was even seen squinting his eyes when he looked at the man in the pressure.
If the one in front of him was a woman, he probably wouldn't be this violent, just that, he wasn't a man that included picky food, whatever he liked, woman, man, man, old, young, small, or perhaps elderly, if the master wanted him to do so, then he would definitely do so immediately.
"Do you understand what I'm saying?" ask Oaklard again just reaffirm.
Nervously, Neil nodded his head many times, assuring Oaklard that he understood everything.
Yes, although he had to think twice to release the company Vishnu Fotham, because after all this time the company Vishnu who has provided income is very large for himself.
How could he possibly be that easy to give that company to someone else.
But right now he was really scared. He was really scared, let alone these men were the men of Axelo, the son-in-law of Lord Vishnu Fotham, his own biological uncle.
As is known, Mr. Axelo Devandra Wicaksono has power that can not be compared with anyone, has the largest company and also became the most powerful man for the last few years.
When compared to him, who was just like Nemo fish in the middle of the siege of megalodon sharks, of course he was nothing compared to Axelo.
So now, it would be better if he tried to escape from this trap, about how in the future, he would definitely be able to solve everything well, of course without relinquishing his power over Fotham Group.
The man in front of him was now seen leaving from before him, moving away and presumably going somewhere, which he clearly saw coming out of the room.
For a moment he waited, until the two people beside him finally released himself from the rope trap that had held him back since.
While outside the room, Oaklard looks to be talking with two of his men.
His face looked tense and did not display a smile at all. Usually the characteristics of a very cruel killer are like that, not having a distinctive smile line on his lips, because basically, he does not like to smile too much. That seems scary.
"I want him to be watched, I know he himself won't let go of Fotham Group, I also think there's someone who's very supportive of the man behind, so let's see, whoever supports it" said Oaklard who immediately got the approval of two of his men.
He then walked away, contacted the master and then reported what he had just done.
But before he contacted the master, he first entered a car which of course was given by the master for him to use.
He was indeed greatly pampered by his master, no wonder, he was extremely loyal to the master.
Beep it!
"*Yes*?"
"Master, I can't contact Mr. Axelo, maybe he's on a flight, but I need something from you." Oaklard said to someone across the street.
"*What do you need*?"
"I need a great intruder!"
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He woke up, shortly after he felt the plane had stopped flying in the air. Sure enough, when he opened his eyes, it seemed that the condition of the plane that had been deserted there was not a single person there, except for one person beside him.
Someone who since an hour ago he had placed a backrest on his shoulders, someone who chose to remain still and motionless even though he was so tired of propping Valesha's head on his shoulders.
Valesha quickly shook her head, rubbing her face that looked fresher than before.
"Axelo, did we get there?" valesha innocently asked, she did not even know that Axelo could not move his arm due to the cramps for over half an hour.
*A? did he take me home to R* city*?
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