Unexpected Love: One Night With Mr CEO

Chapter 219 - 219. Wildfire (2)

"There's a lot of smoke in there. It's not good for your health, honey" she added.

Hearing the middle-aged woman's words, Byanca complied, "All right, Mom."

Shortly after Mrs. Seira's departure, the firefighters finally arrived. Byanca could only watch from the second floor, behind Devan's bedroom window.

Suddenly her phone rang, looking at the screen, it was Edward, her lover.

"Hello."

"Hi, darling."

"Where are you now?" asked Byanca.

"I just left the hospital," Edward replied.

"How's it going? I thought you worked it out since earlier."

"No honey, I can't get rid of the evidence right away, a woman is guarding the man."

"Woman?" Byanca's brow furrowed.

"Right, it looks like that woman is one of his friends, honey. But don't worry. You're safe now."

"Was the backyard fire your work too?" asked Byanca.

Edward just chuckled at the woman's question. "No one can ruin your marriage, honey. Don't worry."

Hearing that, suddenly a sigh of relief could be heard escaping from between Byanca's lips. "You know what? I've been really worried about you all day."

"Me? Shouldn't you be worried about your future husband who hasn't been home yet?"

"Edward, are you mad that I asked you to sort things out?" asked Byanca.

"Angry? Why am I angry, honey? As long as you give me your body if I want it, then that's more than enough," Edward bluntly replied.

Byanca laughed softly. "Okay. I'm starting to get dizzy again," said Byanca.

"Okay, let me know if you need anything honey," replied the man from the other side.

"Erm." And after that, the connection was lost.

Only a few minutes later, the news of the fire in Devan's yard was already known to the entire extended family. Even though it was just a worker's house in the backyard, but everyone looked very worried.

Even Grandma wanted to hurry to visit Devan's house if only Mrs. Seira said that everything was fine.

"Deden, you call Devan," said Mrs. Seira, the woman was now standing about a few dozen meters from the fire site, watching the firefighters put out a very large fire.

Until late at night, no one knew how Leo was and where he was.

***

Late at night, exactly one o'clock in the morning.

Devan is seen with several people leaving the airport.

"Mr. Aaron, Hendra will take you to the hotel," said Devan to a man.

"Couldn't you tell me the address of Claire's daughter, sir? I can't wait to see her," Aaron replied.

"We just had a long trip, Mr. Aaron. We'd better visit Princess Claire tomorrow, I'll take you," Devan said.

"Besides, it's late at night. I'm afraid our arrival will only disturb her," he added.

A harsh sigh escaped from the lips of Devan's interlocutor.

"All right. If that's for the best. I'll go with you."

"Thank you in advance for intending to come to pick me up in person, Mr. Devan Atmadja. I will never forget your kindness," said Aaron again.

"No problem," replied Devan while nodding in agreement, without reducing his polite attitude in the slightest.

Yes, as long as the man's number was inactive, he visited Australia, to be exact, visited the Smith family's residence, asked Aaron Smith to stop the ongoing contest, as well as notified Anna's whereabouts in Indonesia. During the trip, his cell phone is off, and he doesn't have time to charge it at all.

Not only that, Devan chose to visit the country directly, because it would be very rude if he just contacted Aaron via email and said something as important as this. He doubts, with such busy people, Devan does not know when his email will be opened. It could be, a few days later, or not at all.

They then left the airport. Aaron was with Hendra, while Devan chose to take a taxi, Aaron Smith only visited Indonesia alone. Previously, the man wanted to bring a lot of bodyguards, but after hearing Devan's advice, he chose not to.

Bringing in a lot of bodyguards could make him the center of attention, and that was not at all good for the smooth running of their trip.

It only took a few tens of minutes, Devan had arrived in front of the gate of his house. He is very tired today. Seeing Lukman sleeping at the guard post, he asked the taxi driver to approach the guard post.

"Lukman," Devan called while clearing his throat.

"Lukman."

Feeling someone calling out to him, the man blinked his eyes.

"S-Sir?"

"Mr. Devan, forgive me for falling asleep and not noticing your arrival. I'm sorry, sir," said Lukman who immediately got out of his guard post, his brow furrowed faintly when he saw Mr. Devan come back in a taxi, 'Where is Hendra? Wasn't Hendra with him yesterday?' he thought.

"I asked Hendra to take someone to the hotel," said Devan as if he knew the meaning of Lukman's movements.

"Ah, I-I'm sorry, sir."

"Open the gate," said Devan.

"Okay," said Lukman immediately reached into his pocket and took out the remote from there. And at the same time, the gate opened.

"Did something happen when I wasn't around? Byanca and Mom didn't throw a tantrum did they?" asked Devan making the taxi that started to run suddenly stop again.

"This afternoon there was a fire, sir."

"What do you mean?"

"The house we lived in in the backyard was destroyed by fire, sir," said Lukman repeating his sentence.

Devan was silent.

"There are people injured?" the man asked.

"Nothing, sir. Coincidentally Deden was cleaning the garden when the explosion occurred, so no one was injured in this fire, sir."

"But…"

"But what?" Devan's brow furrowed.

"The CCTV recording file that we had stored at the house was also burned, there was nothing left, sir."

Devan suddenly remembered about the room. Sometimes he forgets that it turns out that he has installed a CCTV camera in his house.

"It doesn't matter as long as it's nothing important," said Devan.

Lukman wanted to speak again but didn't know what to say. Judging from Mr. Devan's attitude, it seems that Hendra has not submitted the recording file he took at that time.

'Why hasn't Hendra handed it over to Mr. Devan yet?'

'What's on that man's mind?' thought Lukman.

The taxi had entered the yard without the middle-aged man noticing.

'Mr. Devan's wedding will take place soon, and the CCTV footage is still in Hendra's hands. Looks like I have to ask him when he comes,' thought Lukman again.

Even though he thought that Hendra had already given the CCTV recording file he had taken to Mr. Devan.. Turns out he was wrong.