Insults

For some reason, this time Casandra was nervous to face Anan. Casandra looked at her two friends for a moment, then turned to the face of the man who was still looking at her seriously.

"Okay, let's talk" Casandra got up from her seat. While Nanda and Sara just silently watched.

Anan and Casandra walked to the less crowded side of the park, it seemed that what they were going to talk about this time was very serious.

"Apparently he wants to wear the hat I gave him hihi" Casandra muttered to herself. Casandra stopped smiling when Anan looked at her in surprise.

"Eheem... Okay, what do you want to talk about?" Casandra asked trying to be serious.

Before speaking, Anan looked around, making sure no one was eavesdropping. Anan moved him index finger for Casandra to come closer and hear him whisper.

"You... Close to Mr. Sam's daughter right? Eum... Can you tell me what she's like?" asked Anan in a slightly whispering tone.

Somewhat surprised by Anan's question. "Why is he so curious about me?" Casandra muttered looking at Anan in surprise.

"Why do you always ask about the young lady? Answer honestly, you must have bad intentions towards her, right?!" Casandra is suspicious of Anan.

"N... No! Uuuhhh, how can I talk to this naughty woman," Anan muttered as he rubbed him face. He was silent for a while as he thought of the right words.

"Listen miss, I didn't mean anything bad to her. I know you have a close relationship with young Miss, right? Tell me what she is like. You can kill me if I do bad intentions to her. Okay," Anan said hopefully.

Casandra stared intently, she saw Anan's eyes looked hopeful. So far, Sis Sanya and this annoying man only know me as a female bodyguard who looks after Sam's daughter. Ouch, I can't possibly reveal myself.

"Ah!" Casandra said suddenly.

"What?" Anan did not understand the attitude of the girl in front of him.

"Especially? Do you want to know what kind of young lady you are? Come with me" Casandra said enthusiastically. She immediately pulled Anan's hand to follow her

Even though Anan didn't understand what Casandra was about to do, he couldn't refuse. Not long after, Anan and Casandra were in front of Nanda and Sara.

"Sorry Young Miss, someone wants to meet you" Casandra said to Sara with a wink.

However, even though Casandra had signaled, Sara still didn't understand what Casandra meant, let alone called out to young Miss.

"Sandra you mean..." before Sara could finish her sentence, Casandra immediately cut her off.

"Ahh...hehe. Miss, he is a baker at Sis Sanya's shop. And he said she wants to meet you. Yesterday you two met right? But this baker doesn't know that you are Mr. Sam's daughter" forced laughter and then lightly pinched Sara's hips.

"Sandra, I don't know..." Sara said. Once again Casandra glared and blinked her eyes. Anan was silent with a feeling of trepidation. Meanwhile, Nanda is confused by Casandra's behavior.

"Aahaha.... Yes, I understand now. Hi Anan, yesterday we met but didn't know each other, right? Hehe" Sara said, forced to try to follow Casandra's line.

"So this is it, the person. But it's not at all similar to Mr. Sam or Mrs. Riyu," Anan muttered to himself. Anan pulled Casandra's arm.

"Are you sure she's the one? Her face doesn't look like her parents" he spoke in a whisper.

"What are you saying? Watch your words, if young miss hears you're done!" replied Casandra trying to make Anan angry.

They returned to Sara and Nanda. "You've met me now. What's wrong Anan?" asked Sarah. Looks like she's starting to enjoy this plot.

Anan immediately acted. Specifically? He just wanted to know what Mr Sam's daughter was like, nothing more. "It's okay miss, then I'll excuse myself first," said Anan politely.

"Eh, is that all?" Casandra said looking at Anan in surprise. "What exactly does this person want?" Casandra muttered in her heart while looking annoyed.

"Anan, don't be in a hurry. Sit here first. Yesterday Sis Sanya already treated us to a delicious cake, now I'll treat you to a drink. Okay," Sara said smiling gently.

"You don't have to worry, miss, I..." Anan hesitated.

"Hey, never mind. Take it easy, okay?" Casandra said while patting Anan's shoulder. Even though Anan didn't like being patted on the shoulder. "Got you hihihi" Casandra whispered in her heart.

"Sandra!" a male voice with an annoyed tone, when he saw Casandra's hand was still on Anan's shoulder.

"Ri… Riko" Casandra immediately stood up, surprised to see Riko.

"What are you doing with this country man!" Riko angrily looked at Anan with hatred.

"We... Just chatting, right?" replied Cassandra.

"Honey. Look at your soft hands. Too bad if you have to come into contact with dirty things, don't do it again" said Riko while rubbing Casandra's palm, as if there was dirt there.

Nanda and Sara feel very sorry for Anan. Moreover, Riko's words were very rude and deliberately insulting.

"You!" Riko grabbed Anan's collar. "I told you never to set foot on this campus again." Anan was thrown back a few steps.

"Riko what are you doing!" Casandra said in a firm tone.

"Why? You're not willing? What's wrong with you Sandra. How can you get along with someone like him?!" Riko said.

The atmosphere became very uncomfortable, for some reason Riko could hate Anan like that. They exchanged hateful glances, Casandra fell silent thinking of a way to prevent something worse from happening.

"Anan, sorry. Looks like you have to go now" Casandra said softly looking at Anan with guilt. Casandra had to tell Anan to leave instead of them fighting later. Casandra knew Riko was a very stubborn person, so she asked Anan to budge.

Anan entered the cake shop with a gloomy face, annoyed, early in the morning his important business had to be disturbed by the sultan's son on campus. "Bastard!" Anan grumbled in heart as he entered him stall.

"Anan you are back? How, you already know about the young lady?" asked Sanya while looking at the shining Anan.

"already." Anan replied with a short smile and then went to the back.

Anan wet his face, hoping the cold water could cool the muscles in his head that were starting to tense up holding back his emotions. Holding his breath, trying to relax before returning to the front to greet customers who came to buy cakes.