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The Journey Of Crazy Love Mr. Ceo

He was a young man, the only child of a wealthy family. Second, his parents have several companies that very are great in their business, including television companies, production houses, property, Retail, and transportation services. However, the young man's character was not quite good. Even very bad, he likes the nightlife. He spoiled, wasting his parents' money almost every night. Not only that, he is even known as a playboy. Every night he almost changes women to sleep with him. Suddenly his parents had an accident. And the death can't be avoided until the companies that his parents have built almost go bankrupt. Many investors have withdrawn their shares. It would be a nightmare for a young man named Edward Graham Jr. Because he would no longer be able to feel a good life if his wealth gets run out. The accident that claimed the lives of his parents also made Edward think hard about building his family's business empire before the family of his parents took an expert. And then, how does Edward forget investors' trust so that he can continue to invest in his father's business empire? And how does he get rid of the other families? Who they're trying to get his parents' wealth in a devious way?

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Meet Antonio

"Arrest him, and find the culprit who ordered him to do this break-in, Commander George!" Edward said full of emphasis and hatred towards Immanuel and the other perpetrators including Frans.

"This is dire, I must hurry and tell Immanuel to leave this country immediately!" thought Frans. He walked in a hurry while looking back occasionally.

Frans didn't go to the car, he went beside the police station. He looked for Immanuel's number in his phonebook.

He listened to the ringtone, long enough that he had to wait, to make the old man impatient. "Shit, where is this guy? Why isn't he picking up my calls?" muttered Frans annoyed. He then did it one more time. Waited and waited for up to ten more minutes.

"Hello, Mr. Frans!" greeted Immanuel from across there.

"Where are you now?" asked Frans without preamble.

"Airport, sir. What's the matter, sir?"

"STUPID!" shouted Frans while watching his surroundings. "WHY DIDN'T YOU GET OUT OF HERE HUH?" Frans's voice was getting higher. "Didn't I tell you to leave this country as soon as possible? Why are you so stupid and slow, Immanuel? Do you want Frans to find out our plan?" Frans kept cursing without giving Immanuel a chance to say anything.

"Sorry, sir! Yesterday I didn't get a ticket to leave this country, and our family just took care of visas and passports too!" said Immanuel.

"Damn... I'm going to have bad luck because of that stupidity of yours, Immanuel!" Frans did not tolerate the very tired man. "You know, because of your stupidity, the police will uncover what we have done!" Frans exclaimed massaging his forehead which was now starting to hurt.

"What? Then what should I do now?" asked Immanuel frightened.

"Aaah... why should I bother about this!" complained Frans very annoyed.

"Sir, I don't want to get caught. I don't want my children to see me become a criminal! Please help me, sir!" asked Immanuel.

Frans snorted, he was lost for words. "I can't help you and your family, Immanuel. But you better hide first, the police already know that you're one of the culprits, and they're heading to the airport!" Frans suggested. "Get out of there immediately, and if anything happens, I can't help you a second time!"

"Yes sir!"

Not long after Frans finished speaking, Edward and Commander George came out of the police station. Frans quickly cut off his phone call and put his cell in it. He walked quickly over to Edward.

"Sir!" called france. Edward turned and narrowed his eyes.

"What are you doing there, Uncle?" Edward inquired suspiciously.

"Aah... I just received a call from my nephew!" he said. A drop of sweat dripped from his forehead, and Frans wiped it off immediately.

"Okay, we have to get to the car. We're going to catch the culprit who broke into our office!" he added. Frans followed Edward from behind.

Edward's car started to follow several police cars that had already left the police station. And during the trip, the atmosphere is so tense and lonely. There was no talk between the two.

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Arriving at the airport. Several policemen rushed out of the car. Jogging into the airport. George instructed his men to split up, to expand the search.

Edward was still walking behind. Likewise with Francis. "Sir, who is the real culprit? Why didn't you tell me?"

"Sorry uncle, Commander George and I don't want to fail to catch this culprit!" he replied. "Oiya, Uncle. Have you heard from the detectives about this incident?"

gosh!

France looked down. "I'm sorry sir, Detective Clownie hasn't contacted me yet!"

Edward cleared his throat, his feelings were too sensitive to receive news like that from Frans. "Uncle must immediately urge detective Clownie to get the data immediately, I don't like people who linger at work."

"Yes sir."

Edward didn't answer, he went straight to George who was standing among the many people passing by at the airport. George stood in the middle of the passengers holding the HT device to get information from his men who were scattered at the airport.

"How's Commander George? Has Immanuel been found?" he asked impatiently.

"We're looking for him, Mr. Edward! The search will not be easy with this many passengers!" said George, keeping his eyes on Immanuel among the hundreds of people leaving. "I have also asked for help from the airport police to keep an eye on Immanuel's whereabouts!"

Once again, the young man cleared his throat. "Should I help you find it?" he thought. "Uncle, we better--" He looked back, Frans was no longer behind him. "Where is the old man?" Edward snorted, irritated.

somewhere else.

Frans is getting away from Edward's place. He was busy typing something on his cell phone.

"Immanuel, have you changed places from the airport?" Frans sends his message to Immanuel.

"I didn't have time to run away, Mr. Frans. The police had already arrived when my family and I were about to leave the airport!" replied Immanuel.

"Damn, is this guy too stupid or cowardly? Why is he moving so slowly!" muttered Frans annoyed. Frans is very worried about this.

"Now where are you?" replied Frances.

"Near the toilet east of the airport, sir!"

"Fine I'll--"

Brak.

Frans's cell phone fell when he was about to write his chat reply to Immanuel. Someone pushed him until his body was cornered on the wall.

"Hey ... are you crazy--" shouted Frans rising. But the sentence stopped, his lips were numb, and could not say anymore. His eyes were opened very wide. "A-Antonio?"

"Yes, it's me, Old Fart!" Antonio's gaze was very sharp and full of anger at Frans.

"How could you--"

"How can you say? You want to know the answer, huh?" he asked. "It's all because of your stench, old man! You smell like rotting flesh which I and Immanuel can smell very easily!" whispered Antonio furiously. He had run out of patience waiting for the transfer of the rest of the paid money from Frans.

"W-what do you mean?"

"You completely forgot, old fart?" he asked. "Or do I need to beat your face to make you remember it, huh?" asked the young man, raising his hand. Frans was scared, he covered his face from being punched by Antonio who was twice as big as him.

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To Be Continued.