Life As A Servant 115 Chapter 115 : Underworld Boss

Bin also kept his silence and closed his eyes to rest as the ride wasn't that brief. Around thirty minutes after their departure, the limousine stopped before the vast entrance academy, Jasmine and her servant got off and headed.

"You can do whatever you want until I finish my cla.s.s."

Jasmine casually said before beginning toward the closest building, where her next cla.s.s is going to be. Though, after only a few steps, she turned toward the youth and said:

"Oh and order a pancake and some salad for my lunch."

"Alright."

He nodded his head then left in the other direction, his feet wandering around the big campus. He saw many students, all dressed in their uniforms and chatting about the recent hot topics, such as the congressman's arrest. However, not all the students were interested in politics as there are some who only care about themselves and how to improve and become a famous magician, like the princ.i.p.al.

The servant randomly chose an empty bench and rested his b.u.t.tocks on it while letting out a long sigh. He didn't sleep that much and despite getting new improved pumps, he wasn't feeling quite well, for some reason.

He caressed the black spot which appeared right under his chest, he even tried pressing with a bit of force but the place was too numb as if it was anesthetized.

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A thin man wearing an exquisite white suit bent his body ninety-degrees then respectfully sat on his knees. Bert Pontaris had the usual cunning smile on his face but he didn't dare behave impolitely while facing the man sitting at the other end of the short wooden table which barely reached his abdomen.

"I am sorry to disturb Mr. Francois' but I have come to talk to you about something personal."

There were only Bert and another man in this room, which was decorated with antics smuggled from China and j.a.pan. A man with long blond hair and two sky-blue eyes was facing Bert, he wore an eastern green robe with golden carvings which made the whole outfit look pretty eye-catching.

This man was one of the three infamous underworld rulers, Francis Bourgois. He was Melissa's biological father, a man who built his illegal empire all alone and built a mountain of wealth in just twenty-five years. He was Fench and migrated to M-nation around thirty years ago. Francis was 51 years old this year but he looked in his early forties, he was a st.u.r.dy build, tall frame, and a piercing stare. In addition, he had a dark blue tattoo of a tiger on his neck, pretty typical but it made him look more domineering.

"There's no need to formalities, Bert. We've cooperated a few times in the past so tell me why did you come here?"

Francois' voice was clear and crisp as he waved his hand at Bert, signaling him to relax. Nonetheless, Bert remained in that respectful posture as he stretched his hand toward the hot teacup, taking a small sip to wet his dry mouth.

"It's regarding your daughter."

Hearing this, Francois knitted his brow and waited for the thin man to continue.

"Yesterday night, we had a kind of… antagonistic and coincidental encounter with your daughter's men. Fortunately, nothing serious happened but I was wondering if you were aware of this."

"This is the first time I'm hearing about this. I don't meddle with Melissa's matters, she's old enough to take care of her problems."

Although he said that, the man's voice softened a bit as he remembered his capable daughter. It was plainly apparent that he was very proud of her which is why he no longer send men to monitor her every movement in case she makes a fatal mistake.

Bert wryly smiled and said, "Mr, Francois, our connection runs deep, and 'we' can be considered as longtime friends. We never intended to clash with your daughter, please excuse us if we offended you."

Bert bowed his head again, appearing sincere and very apologetic.

After a brief silence, Francois added, "I'll talk to my daughter about this."

Their exchange didn't take long and ended after the boss said those words. Bert quickly finished his cup of tea then swiftly excused himself. The underworld bosses of M-nation weren't just a bunch of gangsters so even a man with his status has to tread carefully, after all, both sides bring benefits to each other and making an enemy out of Francois just because of a small encounter isn't what Bert's superiors want.

Right after the visitor left, a young man in his mid-twenties entered the eastern-like room and bowed to Francois then said,

"Father, should I tell Melissa to come?"

The blond middle-aged man shook his head and responded, "No need. I trust her judgment. Moreover, it's been a while since I've seen her so I'll ask her about this when I personally visit her later."

"Yes, father."

The young man bowed again while replying calmly but his clenched yet hidden fists were an indication of his true emotions. He was the eldest son but his father favored Melissa and even when she made such a mistake, he wasn't even angry. As for him, even the slightest mishap would bring him endless berating and troubles. Obviously, he was jealous of his sister but didn't dare voice out his thoughts and only secretly wished something bad happens to her so that his future position is guaranteed.