Hidden Marriage With My Imperfect CEO Chapter 109
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"Everything is over. I don't need you anymore like I did three years ago. If you really feel guilty towards me, give back what rightfully belongs to my mother."
What Anya really wanted right now was her mother's perfume formula. If only the formula wasn't in Deny's hands, she wouldn't want to deal with her father anymore.
"I'll give it to you, but not now." Deny said.
Anya got the point, "I will consider what you want, but I need time. There is no point in pressuring me."After saying that, Anya ignored Deny and walked towards the employee's changing room.
The visitors who witnessed the incident started walking again, continuing whatever they were working on. Deny also decided to leave after finding out that Anya would think of his request. The atmosphere in front of Rose Scent calmed down again…
At this time, not many visitors came because it was dinner time. When Anya came out of the locker room, several employees were seen gathering and whispering to each other. They would occasionally glance at Anya.
Anya knew they must be talking about her, but she didn't care and immediately took up her task.
She cleaned the storefronts and added coffee beans to the aroma area. After that, she returned to the specialty perfume area and assembled the necessary equipment.
"Anya, are you okay?" Ben asked her, the man looked worried.
Anya smiled slightly at her manager, "I am fine."
"Earlier, Mrs. Esther called. She said she supported you." Said Ben, smiling back.
Anya looked at Ben in surprise, "You don't blame me for all the commotion that happened?"
"You didn't do anything wrong. Why should we blame you?" He replied. His attitude changed slightly after learning that Anya was Deny's daughter.
Even so, Anya still felt touched.
Ben patted Anya's shoulder with a smile, "Get back to work. Mrs. Esther treats all her employees very well, take it easy!"
"Thank you!" Anya nodded excitedly.
She passed the overtime day very smoothly. No more commotion happened. Several customers came and went, alternating until the clock struck nine o'clock in the evening.
No one knew how Raka figured out Anya's working time, but right at nine o'clock, he returned to the Rose Scent.
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"Anya, do you have time to talk to me?" Raka asked her.
"If you want to talk about Raisa, there's nothing I can say. You are not her. This is none of your business." Anya turned towards the employee changing room.
Raka ignored everyone in the shop and followed Anya into the employee changing room.
"What are you doing? Come out quickly!" Anya shouted. She could not be in the same room alone with Raka.
The man ignored Anya's words and instead closed the door behind him. He continued to walk forward, cornering Anya so that her back was against the wall.
"Anya, is there nothing you want to say to me?" Raka asked.
Anya felt her heart beat very fast. She averted her gaze and did not want to look at Raka. What's the matter? Why was Raka suddenly acting like this?
"Why don't you answer me?" Raka's tall body kept approaching, leaving no distance for Anya to escape. The woman felt even more panicked when she saw him.
Raka must have heard rumors about money from Mahendra's family that Anya never received.
"I don't know what you want. Please get out of this place!" Anya pushed Raka's body hard, "If you don't come home tonight, Raisa will think I have kidnapped you again. What would everyone say if they found out that you and I were in the employee room alone like this?"
Anya felt panicked. Her heart was beating fast while her hands were sweating with anxiety. She didn't want to be here. She didn't want to talk to Raka. She had to leave immediately…
"Anya, three years ago ... Where did you get the money for your mother's surgery?" Raka kept asking her.
Anya was silent and did not answer the question. She glanced here and there, looking for an opening to leave this place.
"Why did you sell your grandmother's body?" Raka asked. His voice was getting higher and higher.
"That is my grandmother's wish. My grandmother said she hoped she could help many people by giving her organs and also giving happiness to my mother after her death." Anya replied. Her voice choked up as she thought back to what her grandmother had done for her mother.
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Three years ago, Anya didn't have the courage to tell Raka that she didn't receive any money from the man's family at all. She also had no other way of getting money for her mother's operation. Finally, it was her grandmother who had to sacrifice it all…
"Anya, why are you so cruel to me? Why are you hiding all this from me? Why are you…" Raka's eyes turned red when he said this. He endured a great pain that stifled his chest.
Unconsciously, tears rolled down Anya's face. She remembered the tears flooded her face when she heard her grandmother's decision. She remembered when her grandmother stroked her head gently with a smile, asking her to live happily.
If only she was smart enough at that time… If only she wasn't easily fooled by that check… If only she had asked Irena to pay directly for her mother's surgery…
All of this would not have happened.
Raka's heart hurt even more when he saw the tears streaming down Anya's face. He immediately hugged Anya, "Anya, why didn't you tell me?"
Anya was stunned for a moment, then immediately pushed Raka. She stepped back from her place and put some distance between herself and Raka, "Raka, get out of here."
As soon as Anya said that, her cell phone suddenly rang. The ring tone she had set especially for Aiden filled the room.
Anya didn't have the courage to pick up the call. Her hands were trembling a little, not knowing what to do.
She immediately went to the door and opened it, then pushed Raka out of the room. She locked the locker room, while her cell phone kept ringing.
Anya took a deep breath and received the call, "Aiden ..."
"Why are you crying?" Aiden immediately noticed the change in Anya's slightly nasal voice.
"I will free Raisa. Can you trust my decision?" Anya said.
"Did they force you?" Aiden heard that Irena and Deny came to Anya's workplace and put Anya in a difficult situation.
He also heard that Raka suddenly met her and locked himself with Anya in the changing room where Anya worked when the woman was about to go home.
When Aiden heard the news, he immediately called Anya. His brain continued to spin, thinking about the various possibilities that happened when Anya and Raka were alone in the dressing room.
Why wasn't Anya picking up the call? What's going on in that room?
When the call was connected, he heard Anya's nasal voice, making his heart instantly melt. It seemed that his wife could not withstand the pressure that she wanted to free Raisa.
"I already know how to prove my innocence!" Anya said.
Raisa didn't want to apologize in public. Irena did not want her daughter to spend the night at the police station, as did Raka.
"If you act like this, other people will continue to hurt you." Aiden said.
"Raka is at my workplace now and he doesn't want to leave this place. What should I do?" Anya was trapped inside the changing room while Raka was still waiting for her outside. She really couldn't do anything. Should she spend the night there?
"Don't leave that place. Harris will be there soon." Aiden replied.
Anya just nodded in relief as she looked around her. There should be no surveillance cameras in the changing room. Aiden wouldn't know that Raka was hugging her!
Even though she immediately refused Raka's hug, she didn't want Aiden to misunderstand. If Aiden found out, he would be very angry and might immediately kill Raka.
"Raka didn't do anything to you, right?" Aiden asked.
"Not. He just wanted to free his sister." Anya answered. She was tired of getting involved in matters with the Mahendra family. Raka kept following her, Raisa kept insulting her and finally Irena came to threaten her. She didn't want to have anything to do with them anymore. It seemed that being in touch with the Mahendra family actually made her life more complicated.
The only way to solve all of this is to drop the charges against Raisa ...
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