3. Almost Go Caught

"Ha-ha-ha-ha! You loser!"

Then, one of the bodyguards entered the warehouse.

"Please, do whatever you want!" another exclaimed, but he seemed to be calling someone now.

Cyra, who was crying, was immediately shocked when a sturdy, stocky man entered the room.

"Mr, have you come to get me out of this place?" she asked hopefully.

"However, the bodyguard did not answer, and he remained focused on studying Cyra's tear-streaked and dishevelled face, which increased his desire.

"Pretty girl, I don't have the authority to remove you from this room, but I can offer you an unforgettable pleasure!"

"What are you doing? Don't come any closer!" However, the bodyguard ignored Cyra's words. He began to take off the clothes attached to her body, one by one.

"Miss, please cooperate. So that you can also feel pleasure."

"No, don't do this to me, sir. I'm a good girl!" Her sobbing became more and more intense.

Cyra kept going backwards until her body hit the wall. There was no way to run.

Meanwhile, the sturdy body continued to advance. He started to unzip his pants and wanted to attack Cyra immediately.

However, a sudden, loud bang from the warehouse door jolted them.

Felix's fierce expression was intimidating.

"Sir," exclaimed the bodyguard, his face ashen.

"What are you doing, bastard!" After saying that, he immediately approached the bodyguard and beat him severely.

Cyra, witnessing Felix's cruelty, grew very afraid.

She saw the bodyguard's stiff, bloodied form lying helplessly on the warehouse floor.

"Clean up this mess!" he exclaimed to his subordinates.

"And as for you, a cheap woman, I will make your life hell from now on!" He said sharply while looking at Cyra's tear-streaked face.

"Clean her up and put her in one of the rooms!"

"Yes, Young Master," answered Bik Upik.

Felix promptly exited the stuffy room and entered the house, heading straight for his private room.

He was very relieved, and it turned out that Mopi could still be saved. However, his beloved dog currently requires intensive care because both of his front legs were broken, and one had to be amputated.

The dog was a gift from a sad-eyed girl he had met somewhere when he was little.

Maybe Felix had fallen in love with that girl because he was still single.

His mother and father were confused about Felix's attitude, and he was always cold towards women. His parents had introduced him to many women, but none touched his heart.

Meanwhile, Cyra was taken by two other women besides Bik Upik. She was led into a room that was considered very luxurious.

"Sit down first, Miss. We will prepare toiletries for you." Said Bik Upik, and then she left.

Once everything had been prepared, they also called Cyra to come into the big toilet.

"Please come in, Miss, and immediately remove your clothes." Said one of them.

"What do I want to do, Bik?" She asked.

"You must clean yourself, Miss. Mr. Felix wants to see you. So we ask for your cooperation. We also have other work we must do immediately." exclaimed one of them.

"But how will I shower if you guys are still here?"

"Okay, we'll turn around," exclaimed Bik Upik, then ordered the other two maids to turn their backs to Cyra.

"Damn! Why are Dad and Mom increasingly interfering in my personal affairs?" he said, angry.

"Young Master, please control your emotions! Remember what the doctor said," Peter exclaimed worriedly.

"Shut up! If you can't help me!" he growled.

How could Felix not be angry? Next week, his parents, who have been living abroad, will return to Indonesia and plan to match him with a woman chosen by his father and mother.

"Damn! What should I do? Think, Peter!" he said again.

Because Felix kept pushing him, suddenly, a crazy idea emerged from Peter's brain.

"Young Master, what if you take advantage of that woman?" Said Peter.

"Which woman do you mean, huh? Have you ever seen me with a woman all this time? Don't be stupid if you say that! My head is about to explode from thinking about Mopi's fate. Don't you dare!" he rebuked, growing even angrier.

"Young Master, the woman I meant is the one who hit Mopi. You can use her as your fake wife. Once your parents believe you are married, you can dump her. Of course, after you take advantage of his body. Just think of it as avenging Mopi against her," Peter proposed.

To Felix's surprise, the crazy plan was immediately embraced with enthusiasm.

"Brilliant! It turns out your brain is smart too!" Felix exclaimed to Peter.

"I agree with your idea! Prepare all the wedding documents. I want them to be completely authentic! You know how observant my parents are," Felix instructed.

"When will everything be ready, Young Master?" Peter asked.

"Right now! Make sure the woman doesn't realise she's signing the marriage documents. Do you have her identity?" Felix inquired.

"Yes, sir." Peter then produced Cyra's ID card, which he had discreetly taken from her bag.

"You can be relied on as well! Take everything to the civil registry office immediately!" Felix ordered as he tossed his ID card in front of Peter.

Peter promptly left the room, making way for Bik Upik, who entered Felix's private space.

"Young Master, we have finished cleaning Miss Cyra according to your wishes, sir."

"Get that bitch over here!" He shouted angrily.

Felix opened his desk drawer and retrieved several photographs of Mopi, who had been injured.

"Miss, Mr. Felix wishes to see you," the two maids announced, half-dragging Cyra's struggling form.

"Please, let me go! I don't want to meet him," she said quietly and sadly.

"Bik, Bik Upik, please release me," she whispered as she struggled.

"Miss, you should obey. Don't anger Mr. Felix further," advised Bik Upik wisely.

"But I haven't harmed his pet dog at all. Please listen to my explanation first."

However, Cyra's strength was greatly diminished. She hadn't eaten since last night, saving money for monthly expenses she sent to her mother in the village.

"Young Master, Miss Cyra has arrived," the two maids informed, while Bik Upik assumed her position standing guard at the door.

"Leave us alone," he said coldly.