Passion of Second Love
Racer.

"Who is he? Is he Adrian Martadinata?" Stela drew her face closer to the first sheet to reassure her view.

As soon as the gallant body re-clutched him from behind, "I really like the beauty of the scent of your body," the man hugged Stela tightly from behind.

Stela's blood boiled again, turning her body, clenching her hands, turning back to the belly of the upper part of the heart of the man, who dared to make her a prisoner.

BHUUU....!

"Aaaagh," the handsome man's breath instantly felt tight, his body retreated instantly, enduring the extremely stifling pain.

Stela grabbed the car keys located at the man's work desk, running as fast as she ran down the apartment room that had not been automatically locked. His courage instantly appeared, after giving a crushing blow, to the man who had the heart to treat him with great profanity.

The cute-faced, wiry-eyed beautiful woman, ran with breathless breath. Walk the stairs to the basement. He purposely passed through the emergency exit so as not to be seen by all of the vile male bodyguards. A deathly pale face, when it was completely sealed, pressed the remote in the hand, looking for the whereabouts of the man's car.

"Shopping, where's the car!" Stela growled, looking for an alarm sound that went off in the distance.

His eyes were fixed on the golden yellow Lamborghini Aventador sports car, "Who is he, why is his wealth so real? Is it true that he has a two-star General Adrian Martadinata who owns all the businesses in the city?"

Stela rushed into the car, escaping the car belonging to the handsome man as fast as lightning.

The Australian stucco woman, driving the speed above flat, made the eyes of the guards see her employer's car was taken away by someone.

Instantly there was the sound of car tires chasing Stela from behind. Like a spoiled professional racer girl, but has a high flight hours, spurring her speed like a fast and furious movie.

"Hiiiihaa, it's not in vain that Steiner taught me to be a racer," Stela cried out in delight as she made her way out of the eighteen-story apartment building.

Stela continues to accelerate in the middle of the metropolitan city to the apartment given by William her ex-husband. He cried out in relief, when he managed to get out of the threat of a man was unclear according to his mind.

Amid long traffic jams, Lamborghini Aventador beamed one, stopped by one of the police officers. Order that Stela stop her speed.

Two policemen stand in the middle of a car driven by Stela. The beautiful girl took a deep breath, opening a little car glass to make sure what she was doing wrong.

"Good afternoon, miss," the police saluted Stela.

"Hmm afternoon. I am Stela Chaniago, from the International Narcotics Agency. What's wrong, I can't stay out for long, because I have to do other activities" Stela boasted.

"Sorry Miss, we want to check the validity of your vehicle letter, can you get out first?" The police waited by the door, while the other policemen stood in front of the hood of the car, lest the girl escape.

Stela growled in annoyance, only able to give up on all the events today, "What dream was I last night, damn it!"

He was looking for STNK or other letters, but none of them he had found in the dashboard drawer, "Oooogh my God," he yelled.

The police knocked on the windshield to get the woman inside out.

Stela took a deep breath, opened the car door, stood up straight to pay her respects. His eyes occasionally lead to a sports car in the two cars behind him.

"Miss STNK," the police turned their hands towards Stela.

"It's not my car, wait hmm..." Stela thought for a moment.

Suddenly the burly hand embraced his shoulder very tightly. Stela's eyes instantly rounded, looking towards the man who was squeezing her shoulders so hard.

"Aaaaugh's."

Stela grimaced with the pain, as her tiny shoulder, was squeezed by a man she did not recognize.

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