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Aruna, the beloved wife of Mr. CEO – Mahendra Hadyan Wenceslas, has repeatedly received death threats. the Mistress is pregnant, the threat scares Mr. CEO every time

“Where is Aruna?” She was not where he last time left her. 

Mahendra and Susi searched for all the possible places as far as their views could reach. "Don't make me crazy, Aruna! WHERE ARE YOU?!!"

Seeing her master yell, "Master, let me get other guards," She dropped her umbrella and brushed off to the main house for help.

“ARUNA…!” Mahendra screamed and threw his eyes to the farthest he could reach, “NO JOKING PLEASE!!” he ran off here and there, panicked.

"Damn it!" there were other foot traces, not his nor hers. No other people walked into this area unless Aruna and himself were bare feet. Shoe foot traces, male shoes as the size and shape were typical male ones.

"Whoever could find my wife will get the best car!" Hendra shouted in great fear and panic, running wildly to follow his feet. The group of aides was running faster, scattering everywhere, and some were going into the water, in case their valuable Miss was drowned. 

Let’s follow Aruna and Mahendra's struggle to maintain their love story in [Mr CEO’s Pregnant Wife]

Mr CEO’s Pregnant Wife

The dwelling that previously seemed dim, but now suddenly everything came to light. Vian began to suspect, lest his existence has been sniffed. Therefore, the cluster that is dominated by glass as a wall, presents large curtains that cover the entire window at night. And easily the owner of the dwelling, peeking out of one of the cracks.


The blind man could not see what was going on in the room. But it didn't take long, he could see one of the occupants coming out of the cluster. And what is very surprising, there is a beep, which means, the owner of the dwelling starts the car in the garage. 


Vian feels the housekeeper is leaving this evening. The tall man walked stealthily, avoiding the grass, so that the automatic dance of the water that swerved to water the green grass did not become a sensor of his existence. 


66. Intuition Of The Lead Investigator