The Beauty Inside: Stealing The First Kiss, Get a Wife - Chapter 217

Just as one of them tried to grab his shoulder, the Wenceslas Group’s sole heir pointed the gun: “Back off, guys”.

Slowly, the bodyguards backed away, including the one who was held at gunpoint. He raised his hands and backed away slowly.

“Where’s Hery?”. He sounded cold and threatening. No one dared to answer until he almost pulled the trigger. The one who was held at gunpoint shouted: “Please stop, Sir”.

It wasn’t long before Hery came and was thrown near him. He was pretty great because he wasn’t the only one who looked battered. The corner of his lips looked torn and a wound on the temple was clearly seen. The funny thing was that the kid actually smiled at his master: “I’ve beaten 10 people, Sir”.

“Good. Come with me”. Hendra had just found the key in the trunk of the motorcycle. The sender deliberately tucked the object in that place because they couldn’t possibly meet.

In an instant, two of the bodyguards put their guns at Hery’s head. It seemed they didn’t care if Hendra killed one of them as long as the young master didn’t run away: “Haha. You guys are just as inhuman as the old man”.

Hendra was still laughing casually even in this condition. But his next move forced everyone to drop their weapons on the floor.

That heir pointed a gun right at his own temple: “Drop your guns! Once you shoot Hery, it’s easy for me to shoot myself. You know I’m frustrated right now”.

The bodyguards couldn’t do anything. For them, Hendra’s safety was everything. They existed because they were asked to look after the young master, the only successor of the Wenceslas family. The young master who was in a mess due to being forcibly separated from his wife.

The woman who reportedly married the young master for the sake of healing him from the psychological syndrome he was suffering from. But unfortunately, the bodyguards saw their young master looking even worse than before. He openly displayed frustration by threatening to kill himself.

The motorbike was driven by the young master and Hery joined him.

“Use the gun”. Hendra gave the gun to Hery who was busy paying attention to the road behind him. They knew a group of bodyguards would be after them.

“Shoot their tires”. Hendra ordered when a group of black cars began to move closer.

“Yes, Sir”.

Gunshots were unavoidable. On the other hand, those in the car also attempted to shoot the motorbike driven by the young master.

Hendra entered the narrow street. That car was no longer able to catch up when he slipped into a narrow alley. Hendra had purposely chosen his motorcycle for something like this. That chaotic man had already guessed.

“Where are we going, Sir?”. His bodyguard asked.

“We’ll meet Surya. He’s the only person I can trust at this time. He can hide us for a while”. Hendra replied while accelerating the speed of the motorbike.

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When the door opened, a man who had just resigned from his status as Mahendra’s private secretary was taken aback for a moment then put on a normal face. Nothing was impossible in the Wenceslas family, including the escape of the sole heir whose face still looked pale.

Surya didn’t say much. He had already understood from his observations. Hery’s face was full of wounds and Hendra’s infusion marks were still fresh.

“Why did you resign?”. Hendra asked.

“You know I can’t stand their behavior towards you”.

“That doesn’t mean you must resign, right?”.

“I can’t stand it. I’m fed up”.

“Then what about me? I have no one now. Not just my wife, my private secretary chose to leave”. Finally, the blue-eyed could complain. He seemed to be holding his temple.

“But you haven’t lost your best friend. Remember, I have two statuses”. Surya smiled and left.

“Look! My Mom is shocked to see you like this”.

“Hendra..”. The shocked mother was pulled by her son inside. A moment later, Surya came out carrying a backpack and a bag full of food.

“Hery, bring the motorbike. Hendra, come with me in the car”. The secretary’s order was immediately followed by them.

Then the footsteps stopped because a woman’s voice called. The mother ran to them: “Don’t forget to bring this blanket”. It was Surya’s mother. Giving the blanket was just an excuse. The woman wrapped all the food served on the dining table. Previously, Surya only brought supplies in the refrigerator.

“I’m sorry, Ma’am. Surya..”. Hendra wanted to apologize for involving Surya, even though he was no longer working as his secretary.

“Enough.. Enough.. Go quickly..” Surya’s mother immediately pushed them out of the door. With teary-eyed, that woman made a movement using her index finger and thumb over her lips as if she was closing a zipper. A sign that she’d keep her mouth shut tight.

“Mom.. If someone asks where I’m going, just say I’m on holiday. Celebrating my retirement”. There was a small nod in response to a message from his son. Surya stared at his mother for a moment then the car sped through the crowds of the capital.

There was a hint of worry on Surya’s face. The woman he had just left was living alone with his younger sister who had graduated from college three months ago and started working. Surya no longer had a father. Five years ago, his father, who had been sick since he was in high school, died after undergoing dialysis for so long.

It coincided with Surya and Hendra’s return from the USA. Hendra came home not only because of his grandfather’s orders, but because his best friend was no longer able to live far away in a foreign country. He wanted to return home to accompany his mother who lived alone with his three younger sisters.

Two of Surya’s younger sisters were married. This man had been the breadwinner of the family even since high school. After school, that kid had a part-time schedule in several places. Fortunately, Hendra gave an additional scholarship from the Wenceslas family charity just because he was willing to be a friend.

After graduating from high school, the charity continued. He even received family allowances because his presence in the USA to accompany Hendra was considered a job.

Now, it was time for him to return the favor: “Do you have any idea where we’re going?”. Hendra asked who saw Surya’s determination as if he knew the direction of the car they were driving.

“There’s a house that you bought without your grandfather knowing”. Surya answered, looking at Hendra with confidence while Mahendra looked confused.

Sometimes Surya knew better than the CEO himself. His only friend took care of all Hendra’s needs and the boss accepted whatever he did.

“You remember the sky tower? The house on the roof of the building that you bought has been renovated. Living there will be difficult to find compared to living elsewhere. If we need anything, we can just go shopping downstairs”. Under the sky tower, there was a large mall, including a food court and a supermarket.

“Thank you. You always have a way so that I can survive”. Hendra replied, gazing at the street outside.

“Oh, right. Before all your cards are frozen by your grandfather, we’ll take enough”. They stopped for a moment at the ATM and then sped off.

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“Get some rest, Hen.. I’ll prepare your meal”. Surya ordered Hendra. It was as if the position of the two of them had suddenly changed.

“Hey, Hery. Don’t park the motorbike outside. You must hide it if you want to be safe”. Surya also gave orders to Hery in a loud voice.

Meanwhile, Hendra returned to his old self. He no longer talked much, still busy observing every inch of the room he bought because he wanted to prank Aruna.

_Even my hiding place has traces of you_