Chapter 103 - Chapter 102

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((( DEO )))

My phone buzzed inside my coat. The number belonged to one of Zhio's men.

"Take her back here," it was Zhio's voice. He hung up immediately.

"Miss Claire," I tapped her shoulder before we got back to the car.

"Zhio wants you back there."

She shook her head.

"I'll be going home."

I puffed my breath mentally and scratched my head. It was Zhio's errand and he wanted it done. Meanwhile, Claire was pulling childish tantrums for a hurt ego.

"But Miss Claire…"

She shook her head again.

"Thanks for driving me here but I'll just take a taxi. Bye."

"Miss Claire!"

"I don't want to see him anymore! I don't like him!" she pouted as she got in the taxi that she hailed.

What?

I didn't know what to do.  

"Miss Claire!"

My phone rang again as I desperately watched the car drove off.

"Where are you now?" Zhio's voice was impatient.

"She doesn't want to see you," I sighed.

"She's left on a taxi."

"Follow her, pay the driver to take her back, or drag her here if you have to!"

"But sir…"

"No buts. Do it or lose your job."

He hung up again.

I scoffed as I drove off after the taxi. But to my surprise, the black cars of Zhio's men tailed her too like flies.  

You can't do anything now, Miss Claire.  

(CLAIRE)

Go back? No way! Who is he to order me around?!

I roughly wiped off my tears. My feet was still sore and bare. It was his fault.

I should've poisoned that prawn dish. Or pulled hardly at his hair.  

That way, I wouldn't have had cried that much!

"Ma'am," the driver anxiously looked at me.

"Seems like your boyfriend is following you."

"That's my friend's car," I closed my eyes as I sunk at the backseat.

"How about those black cars?"

My eyes flung wide open. Could it be…?

Deo honked his horn and the driver of my taxi instinctively parked the car on the roadside. He looked at me with worried eyes.

"I think you have to talk with your boyfriend."

"Mi-mister!" I protested.

I saw Deo got off his car. The taxi's doors unlocked and he opened the one beside me.

"Miss Claire, Zhio really wants to talk to you."

"But…there's nothing we have to talk about!"

The other black cars parked beside the taxi and Zhio's men in similar black tuxedos went into view.

"Excuse me, Mr. Suidie," one of the men spoke.

"Please," Deo turned to him then back to me.

"Leave this to me.  Miss Claire…"

The taxi driver got off and was replaced with another man in black.  

"Deo, what's this?"

I looked alarmed as he shut the door close again.

The guy on the driver seat started the engine and took me back to the airport. Zhio's really crazy!

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