"I only have two weeks left for the assignment deadline. Don't forget to submit it before the end of time and don't be late because it will go into your final assessment. Got it?"
The class was dismissed, but that was not the end of Leon, as usual, he was busy with the various work he had to complete.
"Mr. Mysandra, I have something to talk about."
Leon, who was just getting ready to run stopped his steps, his eyes then went to the lecturer who stopped him while carrying the quiz paper that was done today.
"Do you know why you were called here?"
Leon sat on the chair directly facing Professor Wanton.
Did he get caught?
Leon looked at the two final exam papers belonging to Wanton's students, Ren's name was displayed. Leon was sure that underneath the papers were Becky and Norma's exams that he had just done and given to Baron's men this morning.
"I believe you said you didn't care how we handled it."
"You're saying the work you write for others is the right thing to do?"
Leon took a confident breath.
"I'm not doing it for other people. I'm doing it because it's paid for, and I'm also pretty sure that professors aren't the ones who forbid students from doing assignments with the help of others because it won't affect their performance in class."
Mr. Wanton took off his glasses. "You're a smart boy. That's right, as long as the lecturer in charge is okay with it, you'll certainly use the class as a money-making field."
"You know I did that?"
"Indeed, who wouldn't know? A genius who used a full scholarship from the beginning of school until now. There are a lot of reports about you but it's all about your current position of being unacceptable to the upper class.
I don't care about that because those old people just can't accept their children being defeated by that kid who knows where he came from.
The reason I called you, a hardworking man, to this table is just to tell you to quit the job you're currently in."
Leon blinked a few times.
"My job?"
Wanton looked at Leon's face seriously, wondering what the reaction of the boy who got this absurd news would be, especially since a job for a boy like Leon was very influential in his life.
Leon just nodded slowly. "Then I'm going out."
"You didn't ask why?"
Leon just smiled a little. "This has happened several times. I would like to thank you, Mr. Watson because while I have been under your tutelage for the past year, I have not been cursed at or sworn at as often as before."
Leon bowed his head. "I am truly grateful."
Well, what could he do anyway? Before Leon left the room with the smell of books, Wanton said.
"I have an acquaintance who owns a bar, if you have experience as a barista, please come anytime."
After saying thank you, Leon finally left. He was now walking leisurely and not in a hurry like before because after that the restaurant bus where he worked fired him.
Maybe I should focus on my final project. After all, the money I make from doing other people's work is quite a lot.
Tonight Leon was planning to visit the bar offered by Mr. Wanton.
Then a message popped up. The man smiled lightly and hurried in a different direction.
After hearing all the stories from Leon, Mitty who was currently with him was visibly upset.
"How could you leave just because of that!"
"What else can you do?"
"It's just because you're poor that they get away with it! I can't accept you being treated like that!"
"Don't think about it, I can handle it," Leon shook his head, "let's continue," he said again while looking at the paper in front of him.
Mitty then nodded as she took out her laptop again and handed it to me to grade.
This was not the first time this had happened. Mitty is smart, she is just not good at some subjects especially when it comes to making presentations. During the time we were dating, and during this time I had to help her so that she could become a reliable person, especially when in public.
"Very good."
"You're not going to give me a present?" said Mitty excitedly, I told you I don't need an expensive present. Whatever it is, I'll take it."
Well, Mitty was always like that. Leon then stood up.
"Come on."
Leon wanted to trust this woman. Having said that, it was not a moment too soon for him to think about reuniting Mitty with her mother. But a two-year relationship was not a short time, and my mother always said to be open with someone.
"Where are we going?"
Leon smiled sincerely, a smile that no one showed even Mitty.
"My mom."
I want to believe what we're feeling right now is true. I want to believe their feelings are real and Leon is convinced that this woman is the right one.
Mitty stood in front of her mother with a smiling face while holding my hand tightly. "I will be by your side, always."
Leon smiled at that.
The day went by quickly
Wearing his new work clothes, Leon got busy as night fell.
His new boss and bar owner is an easy-going person, who took Leon in immediately when he found out that one of his friends had recommended him.
While here, Leon didn't have to worry too much about working hours that clashed with his class time because the boss gave the best time to college kids like him.
"Leon, how was work here for the past 2 weeks?"
He was just wiping the customer's table when the boss came to him.
"Good."
The boss nodded. "Good, in the future if you want I'll teach you how to make other drinks."
The boss then left again.
Working at the bar wasn't as hard as it looked. He also earned a fairly high hourly rate.
It's been two weeks already.
Leon rubbed his forehead, which was sweaty from all the customers on weekend nights.
He hasn't called me back, did I do something wrong?
I knew it, taking her to see my late mother was too sudden.
The man shook his head and chose to smile at the customers who had just arrived. It seemed like Leon was overreacting. After returning home that day, Mitty did not contact him at all.
"Leon, come here."
Responding to the call, Leon turned to look at the boss who was at a table with various drinks. In front of the table, a man sat fiddling with his glass.
"Someone's looking for you."
He said and left. "I'll give you some space, but don't take too long, okay."
Leon took over Mitty's duties and walked towards the table, picking up a menu and handing it to the man older than him.
With a completely unsmiling face, the man closed the menu book. "Long time no see."
"Please order something," Leon said
"How are you, sir?"
"Randaff," Leon emphasized the name. "Please order something and leave."
Randaf reopened the menu book in front of him, and continued his speech. "Mr. Yan told you to return home."
Nonsense.
"He said he would finance and help you, so don't hesitate to come back."
There's no way I'm going back to someone who doesn't care about his wife and children at all.
Randaff then pointed at the menu and showed it to Leon before he went to make it.
"I'm glad you seem to be doing well."
Leon looked away from the man.
He did not hate Randaff at all. To Leon, he was the person who had been closest to him for half his life.
"I am very happy that Lord Yan ordered me to accompany you again, Leon."
Leon was silent for a while, he then looked at his old friend, Randaff who was smiling happily, he was not lying when he said he was happy. Leon knew that.
"I'm glad to see you too, but I'm not going back to the Mafia headquarters. I'm sorry, but I don't want to cross paths with that guy again and you know why."
"No problem, because I'll keep coming and persuading you at every opportunity."
Randaff, who had finished his meal, immediately stood up to excuse himself.
"Mr. Leon, you must remember, you are still the flesh and blood of the Mafia you hate."
The man straightened his suit. "Don't forget to eat even though the exam is going on. You look gaunt at the moment."
"I'm sorry, Randoff. But I just want to live a normal life like my mother said."
The man gave a small nod and now truly said goodbye to her.
Another year, he would just have to endure the trials of life for another year and he could focus on finding a job. After that... she would be completely out of her father's reach.
Yes, there was only a year left.
"What do you mean?!"
Leon's voice boomed, he looked confused and also couldn't believe what he had just heard
The room that was originally noisy because it was the teachers' leisure time after the completion of the exam period was now silent.
"Mr. Mysandra, your manners are extremely ill-mannered for a student who has been awarded a scholarship." "EXACTLY." The paper he found on the notice board Leon picked up and placed in front of the prefect. "Oh, what's wrong with this?" "Can you explain why my name is not listed as a scholarship recipient?" The man in charge of the scholarship didn't seem to care. "Hmm yes, yes... three years of continuous scholarship is enough for you isn't it, if you don't like it, you can try again next year." Leon's eyes turned red. "Are you kidding me? You and everyone here knows my financial situation, I won't be able to pay for college even for a month!" He was still engaging his classmate in a joke until he pointed to a picture in a magazine. "Ah... it doesn't matter." "SIR!" "Noisy! Can't you see I'm choosing a vacation spot with my family? Besides, it's your fault why you plagiarized someone's assignment and got a blank grade for it! Are you satisfied now? Go away!" Leon gasped. "W
With closed eyes and bound hands, a large man awoke as water was harshly poured onto his face. In panic, the man tried to move, but the chair he was sitting on was kicked, causing him to fall, and his face hit the floor. "Damn, don't you know who I am?!" No answer. "Crazy bastard! Just wait until I'm free-URGH." Leon kicked Ren's face repeatedly. After a moment, he bent down to untie the man's blindfold. Ren, initially ready to curse, at the person was stunned when he saw Leon's face filled with murderous intent. "Leon? You're LEON?! Wow, aren't you satisfied with what just happened?!" How could a cheap and poor kid like Leon behave like this towards him? Ren couldn't accept it. "Release me before I kill you." Ren gritted his teeth, staring at Leon who remained silent, staring straight ahead. "DO YOU REALLY WANT TO DIE?" This time, Leon moved. He put his hands on the chair and began untying Ren. "Good, be warned. You'll regret dealing with me." Ren kept rambling incoherent
Sweat dripped from his temples. The cold air didn't bother him much. Randoff, who had just entered the room, gazed at Leon calmly. "Are you awake, Sir?" Leon, who just finished his morning run is currently squatting while sipping some water, glanced towards the door. "You should call me when you want to go out." Leon look at him "Do I need permission to leave?" Randoff shook his head. "No. You don't, Sir" He had been in this place for two days. For the past two days, Randoff hadn't had the chance to take him around because he was busy dealing with the mess I caused in the old building. So far, there was no news of missing persons or discovered corpses. Thinking about that night made me shudder; it felt like I wasn't myself. But let bygones be bygones. As Randoff said, he would take care of everything. And I knew he could do it. "Randoff, what about my father?" Randoff looked at his young master and answered. "Mr. Yan is still working. He won't come home until his work fi
"Mr. Yan is an extraordinary man. He can compete with his siblings and become a leader at a young age. If someone asks who is the greatest, I would answer that it is Mr. Yan Drago, the father of young master Leon." Leon is currently sitting at the dining table with his teacher, Gera, who is explaining in detail the lesson they will learn today: table manners. Gera raises his hand, and several servants come and prepare lunch for them. Today's class session is held during lunchtime. "Have you studied table manners?" Gera asks. Leon replies, "I've read about it, but... I'm still confused." A sigh is heard from Gera. "Well, that's okay, it's because you're learning for the first time. In the past, the master could practice it directly just by reading a book. I think because you're his son you will be the same. But… unfortunately." His voice whispers but is still audible to Leon. Gera smiles, again. "That's why I've prepared special utensils for beginners like you, so you can easily
"Are you hurt, young master?" Leon shook his head. "No, what just happened? Didn't you say that my presence here is a secret? So why was there suddenly an intruder trying to kill me?" At the moment, Leon is someone transparent and unknown to anyone. Besides, his presence was not announced. No one knows about him except those inside this mansion. "What does it mean if my presence has been exposed?" "Don't worry too much, young master." Not worried? My life almost ended just now. Randoff moves quickly. Even though Leon says he's fine, a doctor is brought in to thoroughly examine Leon's condition. The doctor bows. "Don't worry, young master. You are fine." As I mentioned before. "That's expected from Mr. Yan's son. Your reflexes are extraordinary. The person who just hurt you is quite professional, but you handled it well." I retrieve my clothes from beside the bed and put them on when the examination is finished. The doctor taking care of him is an old woman with gray hair. H
"Are you planning to go for a morning run today, Master Leon?" "No, not now," Leon replied. Counting the days, it had only been a week since he arrived at this place. Within that short time, he had narrowly escaped an attempt on his life and had just dismissed his teacher. Leon seldom ventured outside his quarters and spent most of his time in the study or attending classes. The only exception was his morning jog around the mansion's grounds. "I'll go check on the state of the house," Leon decided. Randoff nodded. "Very well, sir. I'm sure everyone will be delighted that you've paid them a visit." With his trademark smile, Randoff stepped back to prepare Leon for the walk, a mole visible on his hand as he opened the door. Leon couldn't afford to relax, not after what had happened. It was no longer just about his father but about himself. He should have known what to expect dealing with a mafia family. As his mother had warned, life would become more difficult when dealing with
Mr. Gera, what are you doing here?" "Young master... I sincerely apologize for my recklessness all this time. What Mr. Leon said is true. I have spoken inappropriately to you, who is my superior, and I am nothing more than someone who follows orders. I have no right, and I am not worthy to be in your presence. I have regarded you as an outsider who knows nothing. I should have been more self-aware. Whoever you are, wherever you live, you are still Mr. Yan's child, his only son, and someone I should respect and educate with utmost sincerity." Gera lowered his head. "Please forgive me, sir." Leon moved his fingers several times, remaining silent for a considerable time. On the other hand, Gera did not stop bowing. "People always say to give a second chance because they deserve it." Gera lifted his head, pleased that Leon forgave him. However, his smile faded when Leon spoke again. "But I am not one of those people." Leon walked closer, quite near to Gera. "One insult will remain
"Are you ready, Mr. Leon?" Gera waited for Leon, who was currently getting ready.After Randoff straightened his tie, Leon exited the room, eliciting smiles from some servants. Maxi, who happened to be assisting him, was smiling broadly while looking at his master wrapped in a perfectly fitted black suit."Sir, you look very handsome!" Maxi praised enthusiastically. Leon looked at the boy and gave a small smile. "Thank you, it's all thanks to this outfit.""No, you really look handsome! Even without the suit, sir, you look really cool," the boy praised again. Gera glanced at Randoff and nodded, signaling."Well then." Interrupting Maxi, who was still enthusiastically showering him with compliments, Randoff said, "We're leaving now, Mr. Leon." Leon walked following Randoff, with Gera by his side.Today, he and Gera were attending a party hosted by the Drago family. Gera had told him that this event would help Leon learn more about his family. Here, he would be introduced to some hig