"Okay, okay. I won't force you. This is just a test of our hearts between the two of us. Do whatever you want to do, and do whatever makes you comfortable…"
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"Okay… and I'll keep an eye on you from a distance. However, I won't promise to help you with anything. This isn't our hometown."
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After nearly an hour, after unintentionally taking in the sights of Paris… the helicopter reached Mont Blanc, a mountain range in eastern France bordering Italy. It's also known as "Monte Miego," which means "White Mountain." It's covered in snow all year round, making it difficult to access. It's also extremely hidden, making it perfect for the Gaston family, which has been doing illegal business since its ancestors.
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"We're almost at the mansion… Get ready! I don't like anyone doing stupid things in my house… It's annoying!"
Gaston turned back to tell the two girls before turning to give Didier, who was sitting next to him, another order.
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"Please arrange a place for them to stay. Choose the best lounge, prepare warm clothes! Don't let anyone talk to me! Do you understand?!"
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"Don't worry about that, sir. I've already coordinated with the service department. I can guarantee that everything will be as you wish."
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Gaston nodded, glancing back at Nongnapat's beautiful face.
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"Don't get it wrong! I don't care about anyone that much. I just don't want you to freeze to death. Especially you... Nongnapat! If someone like you were to die in my house, I would become a fool who didn't keep my promise!"
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The thick propellers were adjusted to lower the angle, reducing the speed per revolution until it stopped. The control buttons on the console were pressed by the pilot here and there! While reporting some situations through the headphones, using the specific terms used in the aviation industry. Not long after, the large aircraft slowly descended until it stopped and landed on the ground.
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The beauty of this place was comparable to a magical land in a fairy tale. The majestic sandstone castle is hidden in the middle of a mysterious valley... The front fortress is like it was created by God using natural cliffs as materials... It is a luxury hidden in simplicity... Nongnapat has never seen a hardness that is combined with beauty as perfectly as here... The only disadvantage is the bodyguards wearing winter clothes standing with guns in various corners! Their presence completely ruins the artistic composition!
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"Because this is the hideout of the mafia gang... Do you still want to go in after seeing this? Or do you want to give up...? I will have Didier drive the car down to drop you off."
Gaston's sarcastic words were spoken again... after seeing that the young woman had been quiet for a long time.
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"No way! Our contract has only just begun. And it is you... who will be the loser!"
The slender figure smiled and laughed. Nongnapat took a deep breath before shouting out loudly...!
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"Emmanuel Gaston! I order you to lift this bag up... and bring it into the mansion right now!!!"
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Her ears perked up and she quickly turned around! She frowned and glared at him! She walked towards the woman as if she wanted to take action!
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"Don't you see that my men are all around watching... Are you trying to embarrass me?!"
She gritted her teeth, letting out a resentful tone that was too fierce for Didier and Anda to do anything about.
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".....!"
Nongnapat spread her hands out and raised her shoulders slightly... She didn't say anything, but she winked at him... and then lifted the corners of her mouth to show what she meant.
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"Okay, okay. I'm a man enough. Don't let it be my turn, you little brat!"
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After that, he calmed down and walked briskly, carrying all his stuff through the snowstorm into the house. Without looking back at Nongnapat again
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The most pitiful person seemed to have become the mediator, Didier. He tried to walk around to the back and said the same thing to Anda, hoping that Nongnapat would change her mind.
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"I don't think this is fun, Nongnapat. It's not too late to turn around now. It's quite dangerous for you guys. Did you see the gunmen and bodyguards? They can take you away anytime they want if they get the order!"
Didier warned him for the last time. He stopped in front of the mansion's large iron door, with his girlfriend Anda nodding beside him.
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"Thank you very much, Boss. I've been working for you for months, so you should know what kind of person I am. I trust my intuition. This is just a stubbornness between the two of us. If the boss isn't happy, he can take Anda back first."
Snatching some of the luggage out of Didier's hand, she pushed the door open herself.
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"If he really wanted to kill me, I wouldn't be standing here talking to the boss like this. At least I guessed one thing right. Trust me, Emmanuel Gaston isn't that bad."
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In the end, no one had to run away. It was Anda who changed her mind. She couldn't let her friend face her fate alone with an army of men in this mansion. And with the heavy snowstorm, everyone had to stay overnight in the mansion… After a while, the maid that Didier had ordered came to take over. The room was well prepared, the heater was warmed up, the tub was full of hot water, and clothes were prepared.
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Of course, Nongnapat's room was the best room as Gaston had instructed. Her room was a luxurious single room that the mansion had reserved for VIPs of various gangs when they came to meetings. And because Gaston's purpose was like this, Anda and Didier had to separate and sleep in another room so that Nongnapat would have privacy according to the privilege she deserved.
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"Ahhhhh...so comfortable. The bed is so soft. Tired from the whole day like this, I have to take a nap to regain my energy because in the morning we will have to find a lot of ways to tease that man."
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Nongnapat thought to herself, throwing herself on the large bed in the middle of the room. She looked up at the ceiling, considering a way to make herself close to the man of her heart... (for as long as possible)