"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
Victor extended his hand, inviting Zoe to shake hands. The woman with a straight black mane similar to her mother's returned Victor's hand hesitantly. "Congratulations on your graduation, Zoe. I'm not going to tell you what you'll definitely be doing as a law enforcer in the future." Victor paused, then faintly gave Zoe a smile. He continued his sentence, "But, Zoe... I hope the justice you dispense doesn't kill someone living in the shadows. I hope your justice can be a light for everyone, from the heavens to the core of the earth.""Victor ...." Zoe called out the name once more without being able to continue the next words. She didn't know why, but the words of the person who was originally the biggest pressure in the room sounded very sincere and it also radiated from the twinkle in his eyes."We will probably meet again. I look forward to hearing good news from you, aspiring law enforcer."Zoe was touched. It turns out that Victor has never changed one thing from the time they
Victor opened his eyes on a sunny day. The large glass partition between his room and the outside balcony reflected the sunlight very well. Victor woke up to the sunlight tickling his eyes, it was so bright even though he still had his eyes closed. The man got up, breathing hard as if his lungs had not been filled with clean air for a long time. He felt that his body was many times lighter than last night, like he was improving after being properly treated and taken care of.When he turned his head to the other side of the bed, Victor's attention was fully awake. He found that the place that was filled with the sweet presence of a girl sleeping beside him last night was now empty and cold.Victor immediately got up from his bed, walking to and fro. Looking for the presence of the girl he never found despite checking the bathroom, living room and kitchen.When he returned to the living room, the door to his apartment opened. It reveals Violet, who arrives with a grocery bag full of
Violet simply responded with, “You seem to be very close to Lovana.” She didn’t look at Victor and focused on stirring her food. For the first time, Violet forgot the frills of calling someone she didn’t know that well.“I don’t think we’re that close.”“You don’t feel close to her? You made him your personal doctor.” Victor looked at Violet, but she seemed intent on not looking at him.Victor asked, “Did she say that?” And Violet nodded. “Lovana is Little Boy’s doctor, not mine,” Victor explained, causing Violet to return his gaze.“Really?” asked Violet, and Victor confirmed with a wink. “Then why did she lie and say she was your personal doctor?”Victor averted his face. He had no idea how Violet could be so innocent. “He just wanted to bait you,” Victor replied without looking at Violet at first, but he suddenly gave Violet his cold, piercing gaze and continued. “And you ate the bait.”Violet scowled with widened eyes. She hurriedly averted her gaze so that she wouldn’t be locked