shuhaige
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Greg’s POV
DROPPING Gianna off at school, Pink Emerald, a modeling academy, one of the best schools for modelers here in South Korea. I chose to send her to this academy instead of a high school, for reasons best known to me.
I watched her gracefully alight the car and take her backpack, then I got down, and gave her a kiss on her lips, but she was so cold and didn’t reciprocate.
Infact, she has been acting cold and mute since the previous night, and somehow her sadness was getting to me.
Even when I was tending to her bruises earlier this morning, she didn’t screech nor utter a word, she just laid and acted like a sacrificial lamb.
“Don’t forget to put a call across when you need anything”, I mumbled, she gave me a slight nod in response, and then walked away.
I stood still watching Gianna’s tender figures vanish into the sedulous crowd of students.Content is property © NôvelDrama.Org.
“Damn!”, I cussed, I fucking hate it when she is this way.
…A Few Hours Later…
I decided to visit my company, it has been like some days since I last paid a visit there.
Going into the production room, I observed keenly with my arms behind me as many fabrics were being transformed into expensive designer blouse clothings, and shorts.
Sensing my presence, all the production staff who were all focused on their works, diverted their attention to me, obviously startled by my appearance.
I guess they were not expecting me, why not? I seldom visit.
“Master!”, they all saluted in unison.
“Go to work!”, I remarked, nodding in response to their hearty greetings.
After visiting so many other departments, I decided to leave the company, having been satisfied with everything.
Glancing at my wrist watch, I found out that I still have some hours left to go pick Gianna up from school.
So I decided to visit a jewelry store on my way back to get her a special present.
If not for nothing’s sake, just to apologize for my dubious behavior.
Lionel had called earlier today and told me all that transpired between Gianna and Gabby, back at the restroom.
I was drunk in the web of guilt knowing that Clemson was only bringing her to me.
GOLDEN JEWELRIES STORE
Yakuza’s POV
I was sitting majestically with my legs placed atop one of my loyal dogs; my security boys, at a fluffy sofa in the Golden Jewelries Store, while I puffed from my churchwarden pipe.
Rolling the smoke the pipe generated in my mouth before releasing it simultaneously into the air.
I had actually come along with my side chick, to get her some bracelets and jewelry since it was her birthday.
“Sweetheart”, she approached me with a frowning puppy face.
“Are you okay? Are you done with the buying?”, I questioned her.
“No! I need you to get a particular necklace for me, it is the only one left in stock but I didn’t notice it earlier, I just saw it in the hands of a young guy over there”, she pouted, pointing towards a particular direction with her left hand.
“Anything for you baby, I will do whatever pleases you”, I replied and brought down my legs, then we walked hand in hand to the counter where a salesman was wrapping a pair of pink Emerald cut-Greff diamond necklace, worth about forty six million dollars.
I glanced at the young cute guy who was patiently waiting for the salesman to hand him the necklace.
“Hmph, he must be rich”, I brood.
“I need that necklace”, I roared and they both turned towards me.
“I’m sorry Master, but it has already been purchased by this young gentleman over here, am sorry”, the salesman blabbed.
I instantly gave him a tight slap, he screamed and held onto his slapped cheek, his eyes glistening out surprises.
“Do you have any idea who I am? I am one of the richest guys in the country, I need that necklace, and dare you to go against me”, I barked, fuming.
“Give me the box, I have no time left”, the young handsome guy gibbered, not drooling a saliva at me. He must be some arrogant spoiled brat.
The salesman still holding onto his cheek, obeyed and gave the box to him, and quickly, I turned to him.
“Did you hear what I just proclaimed? I need the pink emerald”, I mumbled.
“To hell with you”, he muttered and turned, about walking off from me.
“How dare you?”, I barked and pulled him by the shoulder ready to punch the arrogance out of him.
But he was quick enough, he gave me a devastating slap thrice on my left cheek, making my vision go blur as I started seeing double.