บททั้งหมดของ Addicted to The Treacherous: บทที่ 171 - บทที่ 180

"I'll be right there!" said Serena as Maureen waited for the bag she had requested from the shop assistant to be prepared. Maureen nodded quickly and then opened the screen of the phone in her hand to update her social media accounts. She occasionally took photos and even did live broadcasts to promote the brands of the stores she visited. When the camera panned to someone in the background, Maureen immediately ended the live broadcast and observed the figure she recognized as the wife of Darren Pratama. At first, Maureen smiled sarcastically at the elegant style that she thought was too haughty for a woman smaller than her. "Hi, Aunty!" Maureen greeted first when Iqlima turned her head. Disguising her cynicism, Maureen smiled kindly as she realized she was in a public place. Iqlima smiled briefly without answering. Her haughty behavior was apparent as she passed Maureen and grabbed a silver chrome-plated gray handbag from the display case while calling out to another shop assista

"Who is this?"Maureen barely recognized the beautiful figure that greeted her. Unlike the photo Angga showed her, Resti's curly hair looked straight and smooth. Without her glasses, Angga's sister could have charmed any man."Is there a fencing?" asked Maureen. She regretted that she hadn't had time to groom herself or brush her hair. However, it seemed like Angga's sister didn't really care."Maybe, wait a minute, he is back home." Resti glanced at the analog watch on her left hand. The woman's stature did not suggest any resemblance to Angga who looked tall and large. Maybe as tall as Iqlima."Oh, I see." Maureen thought, when Angga's shift was over, she could meet the man right away. It turned out that she had to swallow bitterness for a while. There were too many loose ends that needed to be clarified."Want to wait inside?" asked Resti as she moved the door, making room to walk through.It's true, Maureen needs to take a break. After shopping and meeting Darren, she hadn't had a

Being face-to-face in a ring like a confined iron cage reduces a fighter's chances of getting away let alone escaping. Maureen had been in it once, feeling the strain of facing a woman far more muscular than herself. This time, however, she could only be a spectator on the periphery of the stage, observing two men who exuded a hostile air to the surroundings.The shouts of the bettors amplified the deafening echo in the room. However, the referee's signal at mid-ring signaled that the fight could begin.The two remaining men inside widened the gap after alternating punches missed. Darren's kick to Angga's head was met with a submission and a spin of Angga's leg that almost hooked Darren's lower leg.Darren's leap evaded the attack. In an instant, they were back to creating distance, roaming the perimeter of the ring with their breath catching."Finally, we meet again. Should I call you Uncle too?" Angga teased first. The smile he carved was dismissive, exposing his rows of teeth. His

A dark SUV pulled up in front of a spacious ironwood house, dropping off a pair of people who seemed perfectly matched in both appearance and body language. The sturdy old building in front of them was surrounded by a heavy guard, reinforcing the notion that an important event was taking place inside."Do we have to come like this?" asked the woman, adjusting the skirt of her evening blue satin dress to cover her ankles. A headpiece of similar material was pinned with a simple silver hoop, adding to the expensive nature of the overall look.She regretted the impression of a family that had to look perfect at all events despite the fact that they were going through a long war of contention that had yet to be resolved. From legal settlements regarding the division of joint property during marriage, to custody matters and the accompanying financing.Iqlima could use the alibi of Darren's infidelity if he still insisted on taking their three children from her side. It wasn't just snippets

"What, huh?" Angga tapped each of Maureen's fingers that hung in the air as they grasped each other, comparing the same shape that differed in size. "My family is not very close." Every time they met face to face, they would smile at each other, considering the accident as part of fate. "Is that how you get along?" Maureen recalled how Erlan, who was also a doctor under her father's position, could talk as light as a feather when they met. There was indeed a conversation that was avoided, and Maureen's curiosity led to questions until Angga, who was usually to the point, pulled out the trump card he wanted. "Well, just to say hello. Not more." Angga straightened his back, placing it against the glass wall of the room as he looked at the dark sky outside. Clear without clouds. "So, there's not much we can invite from your family?" asked Maureen, looking for ways to pry information using the alibi of their wedding needs. Angga's narrow eyes widened in amazement. "You said you haven