..."Where is my son?"
This was the first time Bi Laksmi had heard Araya call her son with such possessiveness. Usually, Araya would only call him rudely, like, 'where is that child?' 'where is that devil child?!'
"Young Master is at his school, Madam."
Now Bi Laksmi was really worried about her little master, why else would her mistress be looking for Young Master if not to torture him? And there was nothing Bi Laksmi could do as a servant, even her master was indifferent to the state of the house.
"School?" Araya murmured, intrigued. A brilliant idea flashed in her mind.
"What time does Ghariel come home? I'll pick him up."
Now Araya's maid had another presumption. Although Araya's words sounded like a good mother wanting to pick up her child, she thought instead, what bad thing had made her mistress's mood drop? Usually, Araya would go to Ghariel for such venting.
What if Madam wants to scold Young Master in front of his school friends?! Bi Laksmi worried inwardly.
"Bi Laksmi, I asked what time?" Araya reprimanded, seeing her maid daydreaming.
"Ah, I-I'm sorry, Madam. That is. Young Master usually comes home at one in the afternoon," Bi Laksmi replied hastily.
"Hmm, that means two more hours, huh."
Bi Laksmi nodded, "Sir Bastian is the one who is in charge of picking up and dropping off Young Master, Madam."
"Bastian?"
A man in his late twenties, carrying several files in his hands, entered one of the most important rooms in this mansion. No one was allowed to enter there except him and his master.
Click..
After opening the door with his fingerprint, he immediately entered the room, which was only illuminated by the dim light from an old chandelier that shone faintly above a black wooden table.
Along the walls, various types of pistols and firearms were neatly displayed on dark wooden shelves, as if serving as both decoration and warning. There was a classic revolver with engravings on its handle, an automatic pistol with cold steel flashes, and a double-barreled shotgun that looked like it had been used frequently. Some old rifles leaned in the corner, while stacks of ammunition were arranged in a dull glass cabinet.
The man was slightly startled when he realized that the chair behind the black table was occupied by someone.
"I apologize, Sir, for entering without knocking. I thought you were heading to the office this morning," he said, bowing politely.
His name was Bastian, the right-hand man of the biggest mafia boss in the country. Who else but Mr. Gevandra Raguel Smith.
Gevan, who was enjoying wine at the table, didn't seem to mind at all. Only Bastian had access to his study besides himself.
Bastian placed the files he was carrying on his master's desk. Afterwards, he stood there until his master gave the order for him to leave. For a moment, he could see Gevan's tired face. The man was clearly not doing well, drinking alcohol in the morning before noon.
Gevan seemed to sigh in annoyance, running his fingers through his hair, "She tried to kill herself again this morning," he said softly.
"Madam?" Bastian asked rhetorically. He clearly knew it was addressed to the mistress of this house, the only person who always managed to wreak havoc on his master.
But he was quite surprised, because he hadn't heard any news. Last Bastian knew, his mistress had tried to kill herself by throwing herself down the stairs from the second floor.
"I haven't heard anything, Sir. No servants have been talking about it."
"She went to the rooftop, I was the only one who saw her," Gevan revealed.
He still remembered how this morning, when he was about to go down using the elevator, he saw the elevator number was heading to the fourth floor. If the servants were going to clean the rooftop, they wouldn't use the elevator. So his mind was only focused on his naughty wife. And his prediction was one hundred percent correct.
"I will order Madam's personal servant to pay more attention to her, Sir," Bastian said, as he was the one who handled the state of this mansion.
"Also, install CCTV there."
Bastian nodded in response to his master's command. The entire mansion, even private areas like the swimming pool, already used CCTV.
What if his mistress tried to kill herself in the bathroom later? He couldn't imagine if his master would also install CCTV there, Bastian thought.
Gevan took another sip of his forbidden drink, now chuckling softly. "But, she didn't yell at me, earlier."
Bastian could see a gleam of happiness in his master's eyes, "Maybe Madam has been able to control her emotions, Sir," Bastian responded casually.
"Even though she can enjoy life well in this mansion, why is she so eager to die? Foolish woman," Gevan said, tapping his fingers on the table.
Bastian remained silent, his master wouldn't talk this much if he wasn't drunk. Besides, as someone who had been with Gevan since childhood, Bastian didn't know how to behave.
Gevan was two years younger than him. Since childhood, Bastian had been designed as Gevan's right-hand man, like his father who was also the right-hand man of the previous boss.
If from his neutral point of view, his master was the one at fault here. Snatching a girl's life just like that, even making her lose her mind, Bastian admitted his master was indeed cruel.
But he had no right to judge, his job was only to be a good right-hand man to Gevan. Obeying his master's orders, whether good or bad.
After listening to his master's little outpouring of feelings, now Bastian had to carry out his daily duties. Making sure his Young Master was safe to go to and from school.
"Wait, Bastian."
Just passing through the mansion door, he turned around hearing the call.
He was quite surprised to find that it was his mistress who called him. Usually Araya would be very sensitive to the people around Gevan, especially him. But Bastian didn't show any excessive expression. Waiting for the person who should be respected after Gevan to continue speaking.
"Where do you want to go?" From the various types of questions he had thought of, Araya chose to ask this.
"Doing my job, Madam," Bastian answered politely.
"What job?" Okay, Araya felt like she was being nosy.
And this person's face is as stony as that Gevan, she thought inwardly.
"Picking up Young Master Rayvandra, Madam."
Rayvandra was Ghariel's name at home, except for Araya who didn't like the name given by Gevan. She preferred to call him Ghariel, that's what Araya knew from her memory.
Araya tucked her hair behind her ear to reduce the awkwardness, "I'll come along," she said.
Bastian was silent for a moment, he secretly observed Araya's appearance, who was already ready with a Dior bag in her hand.
"If I may ask, where does Madam want to go?" Bastian asked flatly. As far as he knew, if Araya wanted to go out, the woman would drive herself with her collection of luxury cars, never hitching a ride like this.
"I want to come along to pick up Ghariel, do you mind?" Araya asked back.
Luckily Araya's real attitude was arrogant like this, so she didn't need to pretend to be polite, did she.
"Of course not, Madam. I will get the car, Madam can wait here for a moment," Bastian said, walking towards the garage.
I can't wait to see little Ghariel, this age is the cutest, right. Araya thought enthusiastically.
After that, she entered the car driven by Bastian.
Neither of them knew, there was Gevan watching their interaction from the third-floor window of the mansion.
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