Chapter 5

After hearing the words of the Mommy. Yoursa could only sigh. It was useless for her to refuse, her Mommy remained with her stance.

Then, Yoursa sent a message to her first brother, complaining to her brother.

To: Alaric.

[Where are you? I want to go to your penthouse. Pick me up on campus, I want to tell you about the morning that ruined my mood. ]

After the message to Alaric was sent. Yoursa gave Oliver a sharp look. Her displeased face was visible.

"Let's see how long you can stand me! And one more thing, don't expect you to be my bodyguard!" said Yoursa, getting into the car and slamming the door.

While Oliver smiled, he watched Yoursa closely. "Well, we'll see. Who's going to get out of here? You or me? The game is about to begin!" said Oliver, muttering to himself, with a deadly smirk.

And then, Oliver got into the car. Following Yoursa.

Soon, Oliver started the car engine and began to drive the sports car out of the mansion neighborhood.

On the way, neither of them spoke, busy in their worlds. Yoursa, who was focused on her cell phone, was seen smiling, not knowing what made her smile to herself until Oliver had the idea to surprise Yoursa.

Oliver deliberately stepped on the brake pedal and made Yoursa almost hit the dashboard of the car.

"Asshole! What are you doing, huh!" annoyed Yoursa, glaring at Oliver.

"Sorry, miss, I didn't mean to! There was a car overtaking and made me step on the brake pedal," Oliver retorted, with his one lie.

"Classic, excuse!"

"TSK… Classic excuse! Very interesting, Miss Franklin! But I'm not making any excuses, whether you believe me or not is your business!" said Oliver, glaring back at Yoursa with a hateful look.

"That's rude! Drop me off here!" pleaded Yoursa, disgusted with Oliver.

As if he hadn't heard, Oliver drove his car forward. This time at an above-average speed. Not caring about Yoursa yelling at him to stop.

"Oliver, slow down!" said Yoursa, afraid.

"TSK…! You want to slow down! Go ahead!"

"Stop Oliver! You want us to die a horrible death!"

"Die? Maybe that's the best way! For you," Oliver said. But he didn't say the last word. He just said it in his heart.

"You're completely out of your mind, Oliver! I told you to stop!" yelled Yoursa again, face looking pale. And that made Oliver smile happily.

Finally, Oliver lowered his speed to normal. However, who would have thought Yoursa would hit his arm so hard? Until she made him stop the car in the middle of the road?

"What are you doing, lady? Do you want to die young, huh!" said Oliver, waking Yoursa up."

"Goddamn it, damn it! You make me sick!" Yoursa simply got out of the car, running away from Oliver.

Meanwhile, Oliver smiled with satisfaction, seeing Yoursa's terrified face. There was a sense of pleasure in his heart. "TSK… This is just an experiment to test how strong you are against my games!"

Oliver just watched Yoursa's departure without wanting to chase after her until the girl stopped the taxi.

"Wherever you go, I'll make sure you're always in my clutches Yoursa, and I'll make sure your family begs to release you from the snare I've set."

Then Oliver drove his sports car again. Not to chase Yoursa, but to a place that is suspected to be his mother's last home.

The long journey did not make Oliver tired. And now, he is at a grave in the Westwood Village Memorial Park Cemetery, located on Glendon Avenue.

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Westwood, Los Angeles.

Now, Oliver is already at a tombstone in front of him. He put a bouquet of his mother's favorite red roses.

"Hi, mom. Your son came? How are you? Is mom happy there?"

"Sorry, I can only buy a bucket of roses, not your favorite flowers. But I promise your son will buy you your favorite flowers later. Mom, did you know? I've met that man. And now that I'm working as his daughter's bodyguard, you can rest assured that I will repay all of Mommy's pain at that time. And I will pay off for Mommy!"

***

It was the first time her bodyguard had made Yoursa angry, even now she was walking alone without her bodyguard chasing after her.

"Damn it! You'll see I complain to Daddy," she cursed, monologue to herself as she walked, cursing at Oliver.

Until Yoursa was at Alaric's penthouse building older brother, she went straight to Al's penthouse without caring about the people around her.

Arriving at Alaric's penthouse. Yoursa went straight inside. Shouting for Alaric.

"Al, where are you?" asked Yoursa, shouting asking Alaric.

Alaric, who had just finished working out with his gym money, appeared. She found her youngest sister sitting with an annoyed look.

"Hey princess, what's wrong with you? Why are you bending your face like that, hmm!" asked Alaric, sitting next to Yoursa.

"Don't ask so many questions! You'd better prepare me a drink."

"Hah, it's you! Wait here, I'll be right back," said Alaric, asking Yoursa to wait for her.

Soon, Alaric came with a glass of juice in his hand, which he gave to his sister.

"Drink it first, then tell me about it."

Yoursa took the glass of juice from Alaric's hand and drank half of it.

After feeling that her throat was no longer dry, Yoursa began to tell Alaric about her bodyguard.

"Daddy and Mommy are getting on my nerves again!" said Yoursa, with a displeased look on her face.

"What are mom and dad doing?" asked Alaric, curious.

"As usual, Mom and Dad sent someone to be my bodyguard, and you know Al. That damn bodyguard ruined my morning."

"Huh, princess maybe mom and dad want to take care of you, so they have one of the bodyguards take care of you, just accept it isn't it good? If something happened to you, what would happen? Do you want to make mom and dad sad?" Alaric asked her youngest sister.

"Al, I'm not a kid anymore who needs to be taken care of. I can take care of myself," Yoursa replied, stubbornly refusing her Daddy and Mommy's wishes.

Alaric could only sigh, his youngest sister was more stubborn than her twin Joanna. Hard to persuade.

"Then, why are you upset with your bodyguard?" Alaric asked, changing the subject.