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"I\'ve never seen you write with a left hand. I never knew you could use your other hand to write. So, when did you have this unique habit?"

Cleo was still watching Oscar so seriously. Oscar was assigned to practice how to imitate Harry\'s signature. He had demonstrated the signature strokes hundreds of times.

He was too obsessed with the level of focus he wanted to maintain. He didn\'t even notice that Cleo came into his study and watched him.

Oscar rushed for his scribble book while lifting his head.

"Since when did you come in? And are you realize that you don\'t make a sound in your footsteps?"

Oscar\'s surprised face invited suspicion and confusion was clearly visible on Cleo\'s face. She was still waiting for an answer.

Oscar racked his brain with all his might.

"You\'ve never seen me did this?"

Cleo nodded confidently. Oscar wished he could catch Cleo\'s attention in the blink of an eye. Oscar spoke nonsense.

"I\'m sure, I\'ve done it before. But, have you seen that?"

Oscar cursed his recklessness. He wasn\'t usually easy to show on his abilities. But this time. Because he was tired of continuing to write using his right hand. He finally decided to just use his left hand.

Cleo still had a questioning face. When the satisfaction of Oscar\'s answer still didn\'t come to her.

"I\'m ambidextrous, Cleo."

Oscar answered maturely. He tried to check whether this was able to make Cleo believe it or not.

Cleo instantly looked dumb.

"I don\'t understand."

Oscar described.

"The term for a group of people who can use both hands to move in a balanced way. Like Albert Einstein, for example. What have you never heard of this term before?"

Cleo trembled weakly.

"Have not. But that turned out to be an image of you?"

Oscar nodded.

"Yes. And that is the mark of a genius!"

Cleo sneered. She had yet again to be reminded of Harry\'s arrogance which had no cure.

Cleo conveyed her intention of looking for Oscar.

"I called Julia, I mean, Jenny. She was willing to take the time to come back and see your family."

Oscar nodded in agreement.

He only gave a faint smile. This time it seemed to have overcome Cleo\'s suspicions. He secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Dirga was staring at Oscar from behind the rearview mirror happily interested. He was sure Oscar was thinking of something. He suspected any serious was going on. He suddenly asked.

"What is it, sir? Are you have a problem? Or is there some kind of matters going on?"

Oscar leaned his head back as they sat in the car and on their way headed for the office. Oscar still maintained his flat gaze. He let out a long sigh before answering Dirga\'s question.

"I almost got caught by Cleo, Dirga. I accidentally used my left hand. She was bewildered to faint by seeing something she had never seen on Harry before."

Dirga\'s aimed gazes looked scornful.

"I\'ve already told you to always be careful, Sir. You must not able to forget what important role you are doing. Your current task is not just playing games. You should understand that all very well."

Oscar gave a tired look.

"You think I did it on purpose? I\'m just tired of practicing my signature to be as similar as possible to Harry\'s. Who do you think this is because of?"

Dirga defended himself.

"I required you train that just in case. We never know what will happen. Someone might suddenly need your approval right away. Even today you still have to have weekly meetings."

Oscar sighed while nodding.

"Yes. I understand. You don\'t need to explain it again. I only defended myself to the best of my ability that I was careless because of the circumstances. It wasn\'t because of my personal will."

Dirga still showed a worried look. Oscar was a little comforting.

"But so far, Cleo still doesn\'t suspect me. Because I already gave her a reasonable explanation. I told her, I was ambidextrous. I can use both hands better than anyone."

Dirga was not surprised. From the start, he knew that Oscar was used to using his left hand.

Oscar was moved to ask a question that intrigued him.

"I\'ve heard a lot about how Harry spoils his wife. He treats his wife so well. But could it all be wrong?"

Dirga swallowed.

"Why do you say that, Sir?"

"I just watched from the surprised look on Cleo\'s face. She is always surprised whenever I treat her gently. She barely stopped looking at me with a certain gaze. As if I was an unknown stranger."

Dirga shuddered.

"That must not happen, Sir."

Oscar agreed.

"Of course. However, what kind of attitude should I show to her? Even if, the slightest attention makes her suspicious."

Dirga did not dare to tell him about Harry and Cleo had originally entered into a marriage contract. They only confessed their feelings to each other after they got married. It\'s not unusual that they rarely show their affection.

He could only ask Oscar to be extra careful and keep his distance from Cleo. Their plan only made Cleo even more nervous. Especially after Oscar rarely showed his presence in their house.

Oscar was mostly there out of the house.

He didn\'t tell Cleo what he was doing out there and where he was. The main focus was to be the busiest and coldest person possible.

Cleo\'s name suddenly appeared on Harry\'s cellphone screen. Oscar pointed it out nervously at Dirga.

"Looks like she\'s lost her patience. She must be looking for me because these past few days I\'ve been staying away from her. She\'s a sensitive woman, Dirga. It\'s only a matter of time that she will notice the presence of her surrogate husband."

Dirga suddenly became restless. Oscar without a word to Dirga answered an incoming call.

"You have not slept yet? It\'s 9 p.m now. You should rest quickly and not have to wait for me."

Oscar was sure he had messaged Cleo that he would be home late. Cleo had He allowed to sleep earlier. He added a final message for Cleo to sleep first without waiting for him.

"I\'ve read your message, Harry. I knew you would be home late. But, is your work that much? You\'re already a few days late coming home. You have many competent employees. But did you still have to step in beyond their hours?"

Oscar turned on the speakerphone. Dirga could hear Cleo\'s complaint. He also felt guilty and concerned. Cleo got impatient.

"Hello? Harry? You still hear me?"

Oscar let out a long, silent sigh.

"Of course, I heard you. I understand your complaint. I\'m also trying to reduce my schedule. But what should I do if my work continues to grow and I have to abandon you."

Dirga was astonished. It wasn\'t for the first time. But it\'s been the umpteenth time. Dirga let Oscar did act freely.

"Stop lying and fooling me, Har! I know you\'re not in the office. I also contacted your office security guard. They said you\'ve been out of the office since the worktime ended. "

Oscar straightened his body. He panicked. He suddenly glanced at Dirga.

"Why are you so excited to know where I am? You don\'t believe me? Do you suspect I did something wrong? Like with other women, for example?"

Dirga suddenly stepped on Oscar\'s feet.

That man groaned in pain. Trying to hold back the pain caused by a heartless stamping of the feet from Dirga. Oscar\'s eyes also bulged. He struggled to question Dirga\'s persistence in trying to crush the soles of his feet.

Dirga gave a code to Oscar to keep responding to Cleo. Screams of anger and disappointment rang out from the other end of the line.

"You\'re with another woman? You admit it?"

Cleo\'s original intention was to only worry about Harry. But she was surprised by Oscar\'s unexpected statement.

Dirga gave Dirga a speechless look.

He didn\'t want to be involved anymore.

"I don\'t admit it. I\'m just giving an example. You can\'t interpret it as you please."

Cleo became stubborn.

"I didn\'t interpret what you mean at will. I\'m just restating your statement just now."

Oscar sighed.

"Okay, okay. I won\'t prolong the problem. I\'m at Dirga\'s apartment. We are working together. If you don\'t believe it. You can call him."

Dirga thought Oscar\'s answer was very wise.

Cleo thought hard without any desire to contact Dirga to make sure. Cleo was sure she didn\'t have to. She finally gave up.

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