Victor puts on his dumb and ignorant face to hear such a question from her. “The size? Did I mention the size? No!” Victor denies. “Eeeh, if you talk about what suits you according to your taste, then you can go around saying everything does not suit your taste. That’s not fair,” says the lady. It’s effective to invite chuckles from Victor. He shakes his head, tidying up all the clothes and puts them all back in the bag. “What do you mean not fair? I don't just carelessly make judgments here. I judge based on your own assessment standards. “My assessment standards?” mumbles the lady. “Previously, the first time I came here, you said that one of the clothes which cost over $1,000 suits someone like me. Isn’t that the standard you put for me? As someone who drives a Rolls-royce?” says Victor rhetorically. It shuts the lady silent. She begins to realize where Victor’s explanation would end. Meanwhile, Victor just keeps his nonchalant smile. “But today, none of the clothes you have
Emma abandons the suitcase and heads back into the room. She stops there by the door, observing the situation in the bedroom. It’s not clear if she really has a talent as a detective, or just a hunch as a woman. She realizes that it’s unlikely the ones who had entered the house were just thieves. One thing is certain, she is not their target. Because she herself was drunk all night and no one touched her. “It's obvious they're after Victor. But who? Why?” She finds it hard for someone as good and naive as Victor would have an enemy that would after his life. Until suddenly, she thinks about herself, and then Lucas. That’s the only thing that comes to her mind, for people that have enough motive to come after Victor’s life. She feels like she has created an enemy for someone good as naive as a kid like her ex-husband. She turns her head back toward the suitcase. She begins to doubt herself, whether she has the right to just leave after all the trouble she has created for him. “No
It invites Victor’s interest to hear Jimmy’s story. Somehow, he has a kind of unique interest with any story regarding mafia, or something that has a link to Italo-america people. It’s like some kind of a myth has just unfold. “About this La Marca. Who were they? Some kind of mafia?” asks Victor. “They were just some thugs who had big dreams. But they did want to be considered as an influence like The South Bend Mob or Labella Family.” And then, Jimmy is silent for a moment, as if he is thinking about something in the distant past. Not long, and he then shakes his attention back. “That’s it about the past. How about you? Don't tell me you came all the way here just for that cup of coffee.” “Indeed I came here for this cup of coffee,” Victor replies nonchalantly. “By the way, I did win the legal dispute with my ex-wife. Just like what you said. Right after the arbitrator read my documents, he didn’t give my ex-wife any penny,” says Victor. “Told you,” replies Jimmy. “Well, I felt
After leaving Jimmy, Gambino immediately calls his friend, Willie. Even though he didn't get much information from Jimmy, Gambino knows very well that Victor is not just nobody. “Make sure no one touches that man! No need to find out who he is anymore. Whatever it is, don't touch that man!” [What about Albert? I'm not sure if I can stop Albert if he intends to do something to him.] “I’ll tell this to the other three leaders. If necessary, I will tell this to Eusebio himself.” [Is it that serious?] “Yes! He is not someone we should meddle with.” Meanwhile, Victor is almost reaching his house in the Geist area. When entering the residence area, only then does Victor notice a Cadillac following him from behind. Even until Victor parks his car in front of the house, the Cadillac also par
Victor glances around, and finds the apartment room looks more like a secret service headquarters, with two monitors still busy monitoring whatever they are monitoring. Meanwhile, one blonde guy with a pigtail is busy playing a video game with his computer. “Judeo!” calls Mike. “Sorry, I’m busy raiding the boss’ dungeon here. Just serve yourself,” that man named Judeo replies. “Dude, we were under attack just now!” says Mike. “I know. And I'm also under attack at the moment,” replies Judeo, still busy with the online game on the computer. “See! Did you hear what he said?” “What? He is playing an online game,” replies Victor. “That’s it. We work for your dad, not for you. If you insist on living here, just make yourself comfortable. Don’t expect anyone to serve you here. And one thing else, you can’t just get in and out, like this is a playground. We have a protocol here, to make sure no one follow us to this place,” says Mike coldly. “Oh, okaay!” replies Victor with an awkward
Meanwhile, Emma is still stalking Lucas at the moment. She has been sitting in a café for several minutes, observing Lucas who is currently across the street. What Emma finds at the moment begins to strengthen her suspicions that it is Lucas who was trying to do something bad to Victor before. Because at this time, Lucas is seen serving two strangers talking with him. The two of them looked so different unlike people in general. The heads of the two are slightly barren in the front, with narrow eyes so much like those of an Asian. And Emma, with all her prejudices, begins to assume that the two men are criminals, who make contact with Lucas as mercenary villains like she often sees in the movies. In fact, both of them are just Lucas' business partners who are originally from Asia. They could be from Korea, China, or maybe some countries in the oriental region. But fo
While in the taxi, Emma is in a dilemma over her decision whether to use the money left by Victor for flight tickets to Canada. Or maybe she can use that money to survive until she can find a new job. What is clear, now she feels like she no longer has any obligation to protect Victor from anyone. Although she still thinks that Lucas has a grudge over Victor. When Emma just gets out of the taxi, she is a little surprised to find Judy in front of her house. It looks like Judy has been waiting there for a while. “Judy? Have you been waiting here?” asks Emma. “Yeah, quite a while,” Judy replies. Judy looks a little confused. She thought the house was empty because Emma and Victor were probably out together. But now, she finds Emma is home by herself. “Where's Victor?” Judy asks. “I came here because there’s something I want to discuss with him.” “Why don't you just call his number?” asks Emma. “Well, I'd love to tell him in person if possible,” Judy replies. Now Emma is confused
Victor is silent there for a moment, looking at the gun in front of him. It’s a Glock 19, a semi-automatic pistol. It’s a handgun so commonly used by armed and police forces in almost 50 countries.Not that he hesitates to accept it, and this is not the first time he holds that kind of gun. In fact, he has already used the same gun when he was attacked before.It's just that he's starting to feel like he really can't keep taking lightly every problem that comes his way. If possible, he just wants to be able to live a quiet life like before, living life as a nobody.“What?” asks Mike, snapping Victor from his reverie. “Don’t tell me you are afraid to use a gun? You showed absolutely no hesitation the last time you snatched a gun from me. Or perhaps, should I teach you how to use it?” says Mike taunting Victor.Victor glances a bit at Mi