Chapter 6

Yoursa also told Alaric about her bodyguard who almost made her die young this morning, plus she was dropped off on the street without pursuing him.

"Are you serious, princess?" asked Alaric, surprised by Yoursa's story.

"Why would I lie to you, Al? Have I ever lied to you?"

"No! You've never lied to me. Well, at this rate I'll talk to Mom and Dad. You better get some rest, I'll take you home later," Alaric said, looking annoyed. Then, he told Yoursa to rest in her room.

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After Oliver visited his mother's meal, he returned to look for Yoursa. He didn't want to get into trouble on his first workday. And make his plans fall apart.

On the way, Oliver looked for the girl along every street. But Oliver didn't find Yoursa.

"Damn girl! Where did she go? Argh… I wouldn't let her out of the car if I knew! What a hassle," Oliver said to himself. As his eyes searched for Yoursa.

Oliver continued to look for Yoursa; this time, he parked the car he was using on the side of the road. He walked along the path, looking for her.

However, his efforts were in vain. Yours was nowhere to be found, and it upset him. How could he lose track of her?

Not wanting to bother, Oliver went back to the car. Contacting someone to help him track Yoursa.

It took Oliver a little while to get a message from his messenger. He got information on where Yoursa was. Finally, Oliver drove his car to where Yoursa was now.

It took Oliver about thirty minutes, and now he was in a towering building.

Oliver got out of the car and went to where Yoursa was. He asked the staff on duty for the floor of Alaric's penthouse.

"Excuse me, can you tell me where Mr. Franklin's penthouse is located?" Oliver asked.

"Mr. Franklin's penthouse is on the top floor. You can use the special elevator in the second hallway, but if you want to go there, you have to use a special card because not everyone can enter there," said the staff. Making Oliver raise his eyebrows.

"Does it have to be like that?" asked Oliver again, chuckling.

"Yes, sir. It is like that."

"Then, how can I get in there?" asked Oliver, annoyed at the staff's statement.

"Don't you have a special card?"

"If I did, I wouldn't be asking you!" Oliver said coldly.

The staffer was frightened by the cold voice and sharp eagle eyes as if they wanted to devour him.

Finally, the staff relented and escorted Oliver to the special elevator to take him to Alaric's penthouse.

When arriving in front of the elevator, the staff member attached a special card to open the doors. Oliver entered the elevator and pressed the only number on the right side.

It didn't take long for Oliver to reach the top floor, just outside Alaric's penthouse, which was just one special room that he suspected Yoursa was in.

Then, Oliver pressed the doorbell repeatedly. However, it has yet to be opened.

"Shit! Why doesn't anyone open the door?" Oliver was annoyed.

He continued to press the bell button until someone opened the door.

"Y-you…!" said Yoursa, surprised to see Oliver before her.

"Yes, it's me! Why?"

"How did you know I was here?" asked Yoursa, annoyed.

"How do I know, it doesn't matter! You'd better come with me home," said Oliver. Inviting Yoursa to come with him.

"Come with you! Never! Go away, before I throw you out roughly," Yoursa refused, not wanting to go with Oliver.

"You dare me, lady, do you want me to turn rude to you!"

Yoursa chuckled at Oliver's words, challenging Oliver's words as if they were useless to her.

"TSK… If you can, please! I'm not afraid of you!"

Hearing Yoursa dare him made Oliver even more challenged. Not wanting to linger, Oliver immediately carried her like a sack of rice, making her rebel.

"Asshole, put me down!" said Yoursa, not expecting Oliver to justify his words.

"Are you deaf, huh? Put me down, asshole!" swore Yoursa again, hitting Oliver on the back.

Oliver didn't care about her harsh words; he continued carrying her to the elevator, and only then did he put her down.

"Damn it! What do you want exactly, huh!" annoyed Yoursa, glaring at Oliver.

Oliver walked closer to Yoursa until the girl backed up against the elevator wall.

Their faces were so close that their breath hit each other in the face.

"What do you want to do?" asked Yoursa, a little nervous. But still concealable.

While Oliver was silent, not hearing Yoursa's words, lost in the charm of the girl's beautiful face in his arms. In addition, Her thick lips were very sexy, eager to be felt by him.

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Oliver supported Yoursa with his hands on either side. His eyes fixed on her passionate lips, eager to crush those thick lips.

However, Oliver decided against it. It was not yet time for him to play with the little girl in his arms.

Oliver also moved his body away from Yoursa, keeping his distance from the girl.

Meanwhile, Yoursa had just closed her eyes, afraid of Oliver.

Feeling Oliver move slightly away from her, Yoursa opened her eyes. She still felt her heart beating fast.

"Damn it…!" said Yoursa, cursing at Oliver.

While Oliver only chuckled at Yoursa's swearing, raising one eyebrow.

"I'm going to report you to Mommy," he said again.

"Go ahead and complain, I'm not afraid!" challenged Oliver, belittling Yoursa.

Soon, the square tube arrived at the lobby of the penthouse building. Yoursa exited first, followed by Oliver behind her.

Arriving in front of the building, Yoursa turned around, staring intently at Oliver. Full of calculation.

"Can you walk faster!" said Yoursa, asking Oliver to walk fast.

"Are you ordering me around, Miss Franklin?" asked Oliver, seeing Yoursa's annoyed face.

Not wanting to debate with Oliver. Yoursa walked over to the man. She reached the front of his tall body.

Then, Yoursa blocked Oliver until the man stopped. She then put her hand out, asking for the car keys.

"Where are the car keys?" asked Yoursa, asking Oliver.

"Car keys! What for?" said Oliver, turning to ask Yoursa.

Yoursa still needs to answer Oliver's question. She reached into the man's pants pocket. Looking for the object she was looking for.

However, her efforts were in vain. Her car keys were not in her pants pocket but somewhere else.

"Where are the car keys?" asked Yoursa, suppressing the words that came out of her mouth.

"TSK… I'm not giving them to you! I know what you're thinking, princess. But unfortunately, you can't just run away from me!" retorted Oliver. Lowering his head slightly, he whispered in her ear.

"Asshole…!" swore Yoursa, annoyed.

Oliver didn't care about Yoursa's swearing; for him, it had become his daily bread.