Mr.K, who is currently still driving his car, suddenly slammed the steering wheel and parked his car for a moment on the side of the road, as well as ascertain whether there was still someone who followed him or not.
"What's wrong ?" Clara asked.
"Just to be sure," said Mr.K briefly.
Mr. K still faithfully parked his car while occasionally glancing towards the rear through his rearview mirror.
'It's strange that there were not two cars that followed?'
"Since when did you start being followed?"
"Mmm, about the last half-year," Clara answered, trying to remember how she started in terror.
"Actually, where do you want to take me, Mr.K?" Clara asked Mr. K.
Mr. K seemed to be shaking his shoulders and still staring straight ahead.
After Mr. K felt enough to confirm how many cars were following them, Mr. K started the vehicle again, continuing his journey back.
The streets are quiet at this time, for that Mr.K marked the car that had been following them.
Mr.K's car, which started running stably at a speed of 70 km / h, suddenly Mr.K added his speed to 90 km / h and immediately turned away from the main road.
Yes, Mr.K aims to deceive the terrorist at this time.
Following what he had planned, the terrorists could not follow them.
"Looks like today you have to stay at your friend's house or your closest person," exclaimed Mr. K.
"Why does he manage?" Clara grumbled to herself.
"What's the matter? Just take me to my apartment ... it looks like you already know the address of my apartment," Clara said, closing her bead.
"Didn't you see that I managed to outwit the terrorist, and now you want to go back to your apartment instead? I'm sure they are now monitoring your apartment from a distance," sniffed Mr.K
Clara seemed to spin her bead lazily and took a deep breath.
"Alright, I'll be honest with you ... I don't have close relatives ... I don't trust them, neither does my manager," Clara said quietly, bowing her head.
'Aish is just troublesome.'
Without saying anything, Mr.K brings Clara to his residence.
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...
From a distance, some several tall trees and fences were no less tall.
"Where are we?" Clara asked, confusedly, circulating her eyes.
Silent ...
Not a single answer came out of Mr.K's mouth.
Click
The tall black gate opened suddenly.
Mr.K's car slowly entered a large courtyard, which contained a small park on the right and left of the road.
"Whose house is this?" Clara asked again.
"We arrived ... it's already fast coming down," said Mr.K coldly.
Clara, who was still confused, still obeyed Mr.K's words, but Clara's views remained in the park, which was in the parking lot.
"This is beautiful."
It was a sentence that escaped Clara's mouth, regardless of Mr.K's steps that were far ahead of her.
'You strange and troublesome girl, fortunately, she is my client.'
"Hurry up and come in!" said Mr.K, half screaming.
Clara, who heard Mr.K's scream, immediately ignited and stomped her feet and entered the house, which she did not even know who owns the place.
"There, your room, don't touch the furniture," said Mr.K, pointing to one of the rooms there, and stepped his feet back, leaving Clara, who was still rooted in his place.
"Hyaaa! Enough of my patience! I need to remind you that I am your client, and starting tomorrow, you are my assistant... so don't you just tell me to do that!" grunted Clara, annoyed.
Mr. K ignored her and stepped back to leave Clara in the middle of the room while waving towards him.
BLAM !!
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