Chapter 88: 088 ( Track That Number )

A man in a gray quiff haircut. With his neat style and calm demeanor, walked straight over to Willy to greet him.

"Sir, are you looking for me?" the man asked in a respectful stance and Willy gave him a displeased look.

"Didn't I tell you not to call me that? I'm not your master! And don't call me like that!!" exclaimed Willy confirmed. But the man with the quiff haircut didn't seem to want to agree with him.

"That is difficult, Sir. Because after all, you are .." said the man named Mark that was cut off.

"Shut up! I didn't call you here to argue. Don't ignite my emotions and don't talk nonsense!" exclaimed Willy reminded him. And Mark who was in front of him just listened silently.

Willy then took out a piece of paper with a list of numbers that he had written down on Mark. Mark saw that and immediately asked.

"You need something related to that number?" Mark asked, did not understand while looking at Willy confusedly.

Willy glanced at him briefly then breathed heavily.

"Track the owner of the number immediately. I have business with it and do not find out anything else I did not ask for. Just tell me where it is and don't ask any more questions," explained Willy, expressing his meaning.

And then Mark nodded in agreement without saying anything. Stored the number in his pocket and then walked away, leaving Willy who was already ignoring him by continuing to enjoy his alcoholic drink.

Mark looked at his master with a helpless expression.

It had been half a year since he had known the man. However, Willy always seemed to never accept his existence for the umpteenth time until now. Will he continue like that? he thought confused then left.

He sent a message to someone he knew then contact him.

"I've sent you a number. Would you please track its position over the last few days and notify me immediately. This is an order from the Young Master," he exclaimed to the caller, namely, Boy.

Boy agreed and immediately carried out orders. Tracking the GPS number using a sophisticated computer and having problems finding the position of the cellphone using the number because the cellphone was in total off condition.

He then sent a message to Mark.

[ ''The number you have sent is currently inactive. So I can't trace it. When the cellphone is turned on, I will immediately inform you. Wait for news from me! ] - wrote Boy in his message.

Mark read that and replied to it.

[ 'Oke. Call me later when you've tracked him down. ] - Mark replied as he got into his car and drove away leaving the bar he entered earlier.

His mind was still on to Willy's sudden emergency call. So far, he rarely received phone calls from him. Even if it could be said almost never.

But due to a special reason regarding the owner of the mysterious number, Willy finally contacted him for the first time since he knew the man?

Who exactly owned the number and was there any purpose Willy wanted to trace its position?

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Was that person such an important person that Willy, who had been the most anti with him all this time, reached out his own hand first to ask him for help?

There were a million questions in Mark's mind.

However, because he had been warned not to find out more about the person he was looking for. Mark can only follow that order for the time being.

Because sooner or later. With all information related to Willy, Mark will be able to get easily from all the spies he had assigned. So that when the time came, he would just wait for them to report all the daily information they generated to him.

The fact that he did not inquire but was told clearly, are two different things. Was not it?

Mark laughed at his very clever argument. He drove along the road that he knew very well and hummed a little to fill the quiet time waiting for him to reach his destination.

Until he arrived at a large house on the edge of the city for quite a long time he did not come. However, he often communicates with the owner of the house. The towering gates opened wide as he flashed his ID card to the detection machine.

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Since Sofia had got what she wanted, it was about her grandson's first honeymoon. The dinner was peaceful without any disturbance. All of them enjoyed their dinner quietly. And once done, the men were busy relaxing in the living room with the women busy preparing desserts in the kitchen.

At that time, Cleo also cut some fruit for her to serve on a plate. After finishing cutting and arranging it neatly on the plate, was assisted Christina who just stared at her painstakingly.

Christina praised Cleo's deft way of cutting.

"Wow! You seem very nimble, Sis!" Christina cried, trying to praise. Because she herself had never done activities for women in the kitchen.

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However, because everyone wanted to make desserts, Christina joined in even though she herself did nothing but prepare a few plates.

Got the praise, Cleo only responded with a smile when she got complimented. She herself had actually been used to being in the kitchen for a long time because she had lost her parents since she was little.

So like it or not, circumstances made her accustomed to doing everything by herself. Starting from buying food ingredients, preparing it, to cooking and cleaning it herself thoroughly. Everything she had done.

So if it's just cutting fruit, of course, it's not a difficult thing for her. Cleo even deliberately made some unique decorations on the pieces of fruit to make them look like rabbits, birds, and flowers to add to their beauty.

But, wait.

Does she want to make a zoo?

And because Sofia talked so much about some of the events that happened in the past. Cleo who was listening kept on cutting the fruit skillfully until it was finished. Then served it to the table in the living room assisted by Daniar and Christina who walked with her out of the kitchen followed by Sofia.

Seeing all the women came out of the kitchen, all the men in the living room turned their heads.

"Dessert is ready! Anyone want it?" Christina offered to bring a plate of fruit.

Alfin immediately stood up to her to take some pieces.

"Of course. You guys prepared a lot. So everyone has to finish it," Alfin looked at the apple slice he took and then looked at Christina.

"You guys could decorate this apple? Em ... I'm sure, this can't be Tina's job?" Alfin exclaimed, teasing Christina.

And Tina sneered.

"Hei! Why are you badmouthing me ?! Cleo cut that apple! How? Beautiful?" Christina snatched back without feeling offended.

Alfin chuckled.

"Yes, beautiful! It's as pretty as who made it," Alfin exclaimed jokingly. Harry immediately gave him a brief glance. He also took an apple from the plate. And looked at the strange shape questioningly.

"What are these... deer?" asked Harry, not understanding. And guessing the very wrong shape of the apple he touched.

Everyone was holding back laughter. And only Dirga gave the answer.

"It's a rabbit, Sir. Rabbit," he said, providing justification with stifled speech.

Harry glanced at him. Then devoured the little rabbit as soon as he nodded.

Everyone joined their dessert. Until the last, Dirga got his share. But just as he had picked up a piece and put it in his mouth, Sofia had opened up a new conversation.

"I almost forgot to say something," Sofia said, keeping everyone focused on her. Including Cleo, Harry, and Dirga who had looked at her seriously.

Sofia looked at Harry and Cleo at the same time.

"After you come home from your honeymoon. I want to stop by your house!" said Sofia, surprising almost everyone.

Especially Harry and Cleo who had stared at her helplessly after they had finished looking at each other meaningfully.

Anyone would think that it was okay for a grandmother to want to visit her granddaughter's house. However, the problem now was that the husband and wife did not sleep in the same room!

Each of them had their own private room. And that meant if grandmother wanted to come to the house, they had to massively refurbish their room.

It doesn't matter if that information is delivered earlier than the D-day or something. Because the work will certainly take a lot of their time to realize.

But, why did Grandma say it so suddenly?

Harry looked at his grandmother doubtfully.

"After our honeymoon?" Harry asked, repeated. And he continued it again. That means ... "Next week, Grandma?" continued Harry.

Sofia gave a confident nod, "Yes. Why? Can't I?" Sofia asked, trying to stare in disappointment.

Harry had to shake his head.

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