Melissa, The Lost Memory
Chapter Two

The two beads full of arrogance belong to Brad staring sharply at Mario the secretary, it is undeniable if Brad is very good for his good name so far. "What is Melissa doing here?"

Mario faced with great respect. To his master who is a politician of a political party, Mario can only bow his head and pride to a crownless king like Brad Owen. "Bu Melissa seems to be having a meeting, sir." With enough caution said, Mario explained the intention of the arrival of Melissa in this luxury hotel.

"seems like? Can you just guess, Mario? Is it the weight of the task I've been giving you all this time?" look at Brad with an unchanging look since then. Even now, his facial water is increasingly changing as if to swallow Mario round and round.

"No, Sir. I'll make sure both my eyes and life are what Ms. Melissa did in this place and report it to you immediately." Mario promises Brad to always report what he sees and hears to his superiors.

"Go!" Brad is still in his sitting position, his eyebrows are linked to make women who have since stroked the friendly groin shudder in horror.

**

Melissa managed to silence Amanda's mouth as she had done before. Using ways like persuading or giving up is not Melissa's way. Even the senior journalist was not reluctant if he had to demand or affirm what he wanted.

Although the important business has been resolved well, it does not make Melissa able to smile with satisfaction. His steps suddenly stopped again. Not because of the figure of Mario or the husband. However, there was something else stuck in his mind.

Melissa's eyes looked so sharp that she had no spirit. "I hate being set up!" he said before opening the car door and riding it.

Other than Melissa, there was still one figure who seemed unsatisfied with the reports from his men.

"Bu Melissa came home about five minutes ago, she talked about the subpoena of the artist who is in conflict with the daily Bu Melissa."

"Then what has Melissa done to be able to withstand the movements of her opponent?" Brad glanced at Mario with a cold gaze as usual.

His intention to meet one of the informants in this hotel must be spoiled because of the arrival of Melissa which causes Brad concentration inevitably broke.

"Miss Melissa and her lawyer and her lawyer-assisted friend threatened to report back because Amanda took advantage of this small mistake to seek compensation of fantastic value." obviously Mario at length.

This is how Mario works, in addition to being Brad's schedule manager. Mario also doubles as Brad Owen's right-hand man.

"Who's Melissa's friend?" brad asked as if stuck so that was the only question that could come out of his mouth.

Brad's breathing is back. Not once or twice did he feel that way. Although this kind of thing is very common in normal households. However, if you look at the married life of Melissa and Brad is very unlikely. Because both Brad and Melissa are prohibited from interfering in each other's problems.

Brad squeezed the whiskey glass in his right hand. Should he do something stupid like this in front of Mario?

"Oh, that woman's smart to take advantage of the situation." Brad really praised how Melissa works. Inevitably, he was a little proud of his wife. Wife? If Melissa is willing to be called a wife.

"I'll be back, get the car ready!"

"Good, Sir. Are you planning on going home?"

"That's none of your business, Mario."

**

Melissa has arrived at her house. Oh ... no. Brad's Home. Because since marrying the old man, Melissa was carried by the politician to her home in the Menteng area.

Unmitigated, the three-story mansion that is now occupied by Melissa is in an elite residential complex. In addition to magnificent and luxurious, the house also has access to anywhere to make its residents more free to travel.

Go home alone, get Melissa used to being alone. Until her father gave Melissa a private driver, Mel always refused.

Inside this mansion, Melissa's fate was pitted against. Can he survive this loveless marriage? Or will the female reporter raise a white flag to sign her surrender?

"I'm sick of .. I'm sick of living arranged like this. I'm not a bird in a cage." Melissa threw away her shoes in annoyance and replaced them with home-made sandals.

Don't be asked how much he hates this monotonous life. Wake up, work, then go home and sleep again. Melissa was fed up.

There was no beautiful word he wanted to write from his life.it was all empty. Everything has no taste. Melissa had grown tired of living her empty life.