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Mr CEO’s Pregnant Wife

Aruna, the beloved wife of Mr. CEO – Mahendra Hadyan Wenceslas, has repeatedly received death threats. the Mistress is pregnant, the threat scares Mr. CEO every time “Where is Aruna?” She was not where he last time left her.  Mahendra and Susi searched for all the possible places as far as their views could reach. "Don't make me crazy, Aruna! WHERE ARE YOU?!!" Seeing her master yell, "Master, let me get other guards," She dropped her umbrella and brushed off to the main house for help. “ARUNA…!” Mahendra screamed and threw his eyes to the farthest he could reach, “NO JOKING PLEASE!!” he ran off here and there, panicked. "Damn it!" there were other foot traces, not his nor hers. No other people walked into this area unless Aruna and himself were bare feet. Shoe foot traces, male shoes as the size and shape were typical male ones. "Whoever could find my wife will get the best car!" Hendra shouted in great fear and panic, running wildly to follow his feet. The group of aides was running faster, scattering everywhere, and some were going into the water, in case their valuable Miss was drowned.  Let’s follow Aruna and Mahendra's struggle to maintain their love story in [Mr CEO’s Pregnant Wife]

dewisetyaningrat · 现代言情
分數不夠
130 Chs

130. Why Not Someone Else?

The pointy-faced man with the sharp nose always looked disheveled. The man ignored the call on his cell phone. I don't know how many times.

He began to get nervous, remembering that his messages and calls to the man who was supposed to provide solutions were completely ignored.

Vian called Hendra in desperation. As desperate as if he had received a call from Chairman Wiryo.

Finally, he grabbed his jacket and hurriedly put it on as he ran down the stairs. He ran to the door and landed on his two-wheeled iron horse.

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The sun in the sky dissipated the clouds that tried to cover it. It didn't even dampen the agility of the rider as he sped through the crowded streets in the middle of the day. He drove his car faster than anyone else.

"Let's call it rebellion," he muttered to himself, "for God's sake," his lips whispered amidst the rustling wind hitting his body as the iron horse moved fast.