Getting to the exit door on the ground floor of the hotel, Julius peered forward and saw the three cars he had ordered prepared, ready to move out in front of the hotel like obedient companions, patiently awaiting their master's next command.“Lincoln Navigator SUVs?” Julius muttered at once, also taking a satisfied sigh at this moment.“Very okay,” he nodded with a gentle smile, then turned to Mr. Turner beside him and gently placed his palm on his shoulder.“Great cars for the mission. Well done!" Julius smiled again, taking three steps forward with a sense of satisfaction, much like a captain inspecting his well-prepared troops before a crucial battle.In this way, he saw the chauffeurs of each car seated at the wheels like eager servants waiting for their master to join them on the road trip. As he looked inside each Navigator, Julius saw them dressed in black fashionable suits and white gloves, which they placed gently on the steering wheels.Likewise, if that was all he saw at t
Ringing the doorbell like a musical note punctuating the silence, the head security and the other two bodyguards peered at an old man who had just opened the door and leaned his head out.His bald head resembled a polished dome, his wrinkles told a tale like a history novel, and his tiny eyes crinkled at the corners with warmth, reminiscent of a favorite family photo.“Who are you people?” the old man asked, staring at the three men on his doorstep with a scrutiny that felt like a spotlight exposing a scene in the mystery of his everyday life.Even as the old man questioned, if the head of security spoke any response instantly, it would be a lie. In these seconds, the head of security turned back and peered at Mr. Turner from a distance.If Mr. Turner shouted a response, that too would be another lie. He only nodded back at the head of security, who indeed and perfectly understood the message at once.“We are sorry to interrupt you, sir, but the boss wants to have a word with you.”“W
"Do not mind how Mr. Turner inspected the drink. It's a procedure, and he means no disrespect." Julius smiled, then lifted his glass of wine and took a sip, just like Jae-hoon did.“Of course,” Jae-hoon smiled back immediately, then bowed.“It makes me remember the grandmaster. He was always so disciplined, and you are just like him.” Jae-hoon smiled again.Hearing what he just said, Julius could not help but be more curious, like a cat in a room full of mysteries.“You have met my father?” He voiced his curiosity almost immediately, like a detective unraveling a crucial clue in a mystery novel.“I already told you, Master Julius Sabbath, that my humble family is forever indebted to your great Sabbath family.” Jae-hoon bowed once more, and when he raised his head, he sighed like a weary traveler finding solace at the end of a long journey."On a quiet, cold night—perhaps the last night we would spend on earth before we gave up the ghost—out of nowhere, the grandmaster stepped out of o
As Julius observed Jae-hoon falling on his face and speaking in a rush like a torrential river cascading over the rocks, he placed his hands on his shoulders once again and smiled. “Thank you, Mr. Jae-hoon, for respecting me this way. However, I will never let you transfer your shares to me for free.”When Jae-hoon heard this, his eyes fluttered as he did not expect where this conversation had turned, like a wanderer in a dense forest suddenly stumbling upon a hidden treasure chest.“No, Master Julius Sabbath, I want to transfer it to you. Please accept it, and I can show my appreciation to your family.” Jae-hoon insisted, despite how good the sound of money echoed in his ear.“Your hospitality is enough, Mr. Jae-hoon, and I will always remember it.” Julius insisted, and immediately, he turned a side look at Mr. Turner, where he was standing.Seeing how Julius turned a side look at him, Mr. Turner understood the unspoken exchange between master and servant. Hence, immediately, Mr. Tur
After about fifteen minutes of driving, they finally arrived at the address in the profile view of Michael Ross. With this, Julius, who was now wearing dark shades with a pure golden handle, stepped out of the Navigator as Mr. Turner opened the door for him.At this moment, Julius saw that he stood in the presence of a mansion, which was easily a masterpiece of wealth and taste. Its exterior was draped in opulent details, such as tall columns flanking the entrance like sentinels guarding the secrets within. Intricate carvings adorned the facade, telling silent stories of prosperity.He also noticed large windows adorned with ornate frames, offering glimpses into the world within.Peering to the side of the mansion in front of him, Julius saw a lineup of sleek, high-end cars adorning the driveway, each one a testament to the owner’s prosperity.“Lovely house and vehicles. Don’t you agree, Mr. Turner?” Julius smiled at this instant like a sunbeam.“Yes, sir. This is a lovely house and s
As Julius observed Mr. Ross's bodyguard leaving them alone, he noticed two men and two women entering the garden immediately, akin to diligent housekeepers quietly entering a meticulously kept estate, their movements synchronized with the precision of a well-practiced routine.If these men and ladies were dressed like the previous bodyguard he had seen earlier, it would be a lie. In this way, he observed that one of the men had an oval face, beardless jaws, short hair, and darker skin compared to the other man, who had a bald head and a face adorned only with a mustache.Additionally, he observed that they were clad in crisp and well-fitted button-up shirts with subtle emblems, complemented by neatly pressed trousers. Furthermore, he saw that the men wore polished shoes, presenting themselves in a professional and organized manner.The ladies, who looked pretty to some extent with their hair tangled in the back, were attired in well-fitted blouses paired with skirts. Completing their
Entering back into the garden, Mr. Ross walked towards Julius and stretched out his hands for a handshake, even though he had not yet come close to Julius.As Julius saw this cheerful gesture from Mr. Ross, he already understood its meaning. Hence, he offered a smile and waited until Mr. Ross reached him.Exchanging handshakes like loyal friends and family, Mr. Ross said, “We have a deal, Master Julius. But I don’t see any cash around you. Hahaha.” He laughed happily, like a contented jester reveling in the amusement of a clever jest.Having heard this, Julius placed his hand on Mr. Ross's shoulder and patted it gently, saying, “You know, money is never my problem. Please, walk with me.”As Julius said this, he immediately saw the door through which he had entered the garden open silently. The same bodyguard who had escorted him into the garden stepped inside.Quickly exchanging a message with each other, Julius observed the hand gesture Mr. Ross made to the bodyguard and how the body
Arriving at Ryan Martinez's mansion, as Julius stepped out of his Navigator, he saw that the mansion stood out with a mix of classical and modern architecture featuring towering columns and intricate carvings that exuded grandeur. In the same way, he noticed the imposing wrought-iron gates guarding the entrance, signaling a desire for privacy. As his eyes moved around the mansion, akin to a group of explorers checking out a city for the first time, he also observed that the landscaped grounds were meticulously kept, with neatly trimmed hedges and vibrant flowerbeds framing a driveway lined with ornate lampposts. Hence, the outer walls boasted artistic details, showcasing Ryan’s penchant for making a statement through design. "I see that your guy loves art as much as he loves his dubious means of getting money,” Julius teased in a whisper to Mr. Turner, like a sly fox revealing the hidden layers of a cunning game in the shadows of secrecy. However, no matter how much Mr. Turner would