Violet looked at Alexa. Her eyes blinked a few times without knowing what she was going to say. The truth was, getting to know Victor as his woman wasn't something Violet had thought about. She just needed information, not to get to know the man so they could become closer. "I don't think I want to get to know him, Miss Alexa." Violet's answer made Alexa frown in surprise. "You don't like Victor?" Yes, of course Violet didn't like him. Wasn't that obvious? How could Violet possibly like a man who would get his hands dirty so easily? But if she said that, Alexa would surely take offense and make their relationship worse. "I just don't feel that I'm comfortable around him. Ever since I was a kid I used to live with friendly people, they greeted me with a warm smile. Victor made me feel like I was experiencing culture shock, the difference in his attitude towards me and the people I used to live with made me a little surprised." "I understand... you're just not used to it yet. Wel
"Yellow Crowl?" Victor Leighton repeats the name in a questioning tone, confirming what he heard from Draven just now.The long man nodded as he turned his face away, slowly exhaling the cigarette smoke that was lingering in his mouth. "Troublesome," he said with a look that seemed very burdened.Of course it was a task that Draven could not possibly handle alone. He realized that he was not on the same level as Johnny to be tasked with managing a group of sadistic people like the Yellow Crowl.Yellow Crowl was one of the longest-established underground organizations. It was a group of professional assassins, renowned in the underground world for their prowess in carrying out their actions and of course... a ferocity that no longer reflected human nature.Why did Victor call them a troublesome group? Because in that group, everyone has been brainwashed so that in their minds there is only the word 'kill'. They don't even hesitate to kill people who have nothing to do with their mi
Violet didn’t expect to get additional information for free. Her original intention was not to find out what Victor was like when he was in school, but to find out if there was any information about people from Victor’s past who were related to his family. But since what she heard wasn’t information that she really didn’t need to hear, Violet would take the time to listen.“Didn’t Victor join any student organizations or clubs?” Violet asked, like she was getting interested in the topic at hand.“No, not at all. Although joining clubs is mandatory for all students, Victor has absolutely no interest in such things. He just sits, studies, and goes home.” Ah... Violet understood. She had been wrong to expect Victor at school to be different from who he was now. They were still the same Victor, nothing had changed since then.“Having said that, I’m glad to know that Victor has a sense of attraction to women. I thought he didn’t have anything like that, hahaha.” Beatrice laughed. Although
"I've heard quite a few stories about you from my people, Miss Violet." As you already know, Violet and the members of the Melrose House are currently hosting a tea party with the wife of the leader of a notorious New Orleans mafia gang, Scarlett Smith. Those words had come from the lips of the star of the day. That woman truly exuded the image of a leader's wife. The way she used body language, the way she looked, and even the way she spoke, was elegant. Instead of looking like the wife of the leader of a criminal organization, she was more like the empress of a great empire. Violet had been silent, listening to the women's conversation without speaking. Actually, just watching how beautiful Scarlett was just chatting, she could be dumbstruck and mesmerized for a few seconds. But when seen from Scarlett's perspective, everything changed. She thought that Violet had been silent because she couldn't enter the conversation. That was probably the reason why Scarlett, who had been busy
“Very well, ma’am. I’ll try.” Seeing the look on Violet’s face when she said that, Alexa brought her face closer to Lucy. “Look at Mrs. Scarlett trying to find a wife for her son.” “She’s afraid Victor won’t get married because of his murderous hobby, hihihi.” Yes... with the size of the table that didn’t cut across a province, Scarlett was certainly able to hear Alexa and Lucy’s conversation. The woman who was almost 50 years old said, “Alexa, Lucy... you need more reliable tricks to talk about me secretly on a table this small.” Alexa and Lucy stammered, fearful of being punished or humiliated. Lucy just glanced over and continued sipping her tea, while Emma didn’t care at all. The girl was only focused on the sweet treats on the table. Seeing her, Lucy had a nosy idea. She, who sat closest to Emma, brought her face closer to the woman and whispered, “If you get fat from eating these sweets, Draven will throw you away like releasing a pig into the jungle.” Emma stopped chewing
This gets even more interesting. Violet continued to follow Scarlett’s steps silently. Even so, she focused on listening. Scarlett continued her words. “It was my second year of marriage and I hadn’t decided to have children yet. But when I saw Victor, for some reason, my maternal soul showed itself. I liked Victor’s voice, I liked Victor’s smile. I wanted to have a child like Victor.” “Was Victor that cute when he was little?” “Haha...,” Scarlett laughed, Violet didn’t know why. It was possible that the woman was recalling a part of the memory of little Victor that was most imprinted in her mind, and it was certainly a beautiful memory to recall that she could laugh so happily. “Victor was a very spoiled and whiny child. Seeing him cry because he was bitten by a flower beetle made me want to stroke his head.” Violet paused with bated breath, holding back her horror at the thought of being bitten by a flower beetle. She remembered her childhood days of crying after visiting the flo
Upon arriving in New York, Victor did not take the time to go to a hotel or apartment to rest. He left that business to Lovana, while he was currently getting ready in his car to go somewhere.There were important things Victor wanted to do in New York, no one could do that but him. But besides that, he also wanted to say hello to those he hadn't seen in a long time. Victor might be homesick, or he might just want to make sure that the glory that had been taken away from him didn't crumble.The five-star hotel building, with its twenty-three floors, was Victor's first destination. Without waiting long, he straightened his black tuxedo and stepped inside with a gripping gaze. Not forgetting the small gift he carried in a plain light brown paper bag.Victor walked in confidently, not asking what floor he was on. He had prepared for this day well over 20 years ago. Therefore, after arriving at the eleventh floor, he immediately headed for the room he was referring to.The room along
His words succeeded in making Connor glare."Victor-""Connor's grandfather used to make me cry, then walk away.""Victor, what are you saying?" Jack spoke up. Feeling that it wasn't the right thing for a child as young as Emily to hear, because she could misinterpret it. But Victor seemed deaf, as he continued his sentence."Your father heard me crying, but went away and left me to play." Of course Jack was even more dumbfounded by Victor's emphasized sentences, especially when it carried his name.Emily looked sad with sloping eyebrows. "Were Dad and Grandpa that mean back then?" she asked in a weak and very innocent voice."Emily, don't listen-""It doesn't matter now, Emily." Victor interrupted Jack first. The man seemed annoyed that Victor didn't seem to acknowledge his presence. "Uncle Victor, I hope you don't grow up to be as naughty as your father or grandfather. I wish you good health."Victor diverted Emily's attention by handing her the bag he was carrying. "Happy b