All Chapters of The Pervert Desire: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

"Who is this, huh?"Maureen barely recognized the beautiful figure that greeted her. Unlike the photo Angga showed her, Resti's curly hair looked straight and smooth. Without her glasses, Angga's sister could have charmed any man."Angga?" asked Maureen. She regretted that she hadn't had time to groom herself or brush her hair. However, it seemed like Angga's sister didn't really care."Maybe he'll be home soon." Resti glanced at the analog watch on her left hand. The woman's stature did not suggest any resemblance to Angga who looked tall and large. Probably she as tall as Iqlima."Oh, I see." Maureen thought, when Angga's shift was over, she could immediately meet the man. It turned out that she had to swallow bitterness for a while. There were too many loose ends that needed to be clarified."Wanna wait inside?" asked Resti as she moved the door, making room to walk through.It's true, Maureen needs to take a break. After shopping and meeting Darren, she hadn't had a chance to 'bre

Being face-to-face in a ring like a confined iron cage reduces a fighter's chances of getting away let alone escaping. Maureen had been in it once, feeling the strain of facing a woman far more muscular than herself. This time, however, she could only be a spectator on the periphery of the stage, observing two men who exuded hostility to the surroundings.The shouts of the bettors amplified the deafening echo in the room. However, the referee's signal at the center of the ring signaled that the fight could begin.The two remaining men inside widened the gap after alternating punches missed. Darren's kick to Angga's head was met with a duck and a spin of Angga's leg that almost hooked Darren's lower leg.Darren's leap evaded the attack. In an instant, they created distance again, roaming the perimeter of the ring with their breath catching."Finally we meet again. Should I call you Uncle, too?" Angga teased first. The smile he carved was dismissive, exposing his rows of teeth. His fist

A large, night-colored SUV pulled up in front of a spacious ironwood house, dropping off a pair of people who seemed perfectly matched in both appearance and body language. The sturdy old building in front of them was surrounded by a heavy guard, reinforcing the notion that an important event was taking place inside."Do we have to come like this?" asked the woman, adjusting the skirt of her evening blue satin dress to cover her ankles. A headpiece of similar material was pinned with a simple silver hoop, adding to the expensive feel of the overall look.She regretted the impression of a family that had to look perfect at all events despite the fact that they were going through a long war of contention that had yet to be resolved. From legal settlements regarding the division of joint property during marriage, to custody matters and the accompanying financing.Iqlima could use the alibi of Darren's infidelity if he still insisted on taking their three children from her side. Not only

"Bi?" Iqlima followed the quick steps of the man who was her partner in the engagement party invitation out of the room. "Where are you going?"After watching the dance of the couple hosting the event, Darren felt restless and needed more space than just accompanying the conversation of the colleagues present. Most of them were talking about expanding the distribution market to several developed countries and profits that were not affected by issues.Grandpa seems to have succeeded in building investor confidence until the latest client through the engagement party of the step-cousin, so Darren thought. No wonder he had to come with Iqlima even though the old man knew they were in the process of divorcing.Not only were there many eyes, but there was also still media coverage, albeit in small numbers and private, to witness the denial of the incident in front of Angga's shop earlier.How great! Darren wanted to applaud his grandfather's instant scenario for his grandchildren's lives.

"Yes, Grandpa gave me a first class ticket. It's really cool, isn't it?" After going through the check-in section, Maureen dragged her suitcase through the corridor directed by the attendant to be placed on the flight baggage entry rail while continuing her phone call to a friend on the other side. "Never really. I've only ever been on private jets."It wasn't just a different island, but also a different continent. Her friend Serena had already left for another country."I and Angga just let it flow. We don't have to get married quickly." Maureen's steps quickened as she looked at the white gold band-like watch around her left wrist. Her departure time was just around the corner. She needed time to relax her waist for a moment."Are you sure he can stay with you so far away?" Serena's question had been a long consideration for Maureen to maintain a relationship with Angga until it needed to be discussed.Angga's time-consuming profession sometimes made Maureen doubt if the man was on