Note * on the surface Raymond is a businessman but behind closed he is a gang leader
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Meanwhile, as the grand gates of the estate swung open, Raymond arrived home. His car glided to a silent halt before the main entrance. He stepped out, his presence commanding the very air around him, and proceeded directly to his chambers to cleanse himself of the day's weight, changing into attire befitting a man of his stature.
Descending the sweeping staircase, he took his seat at the long dining table where a feast awaited. However, even amidst the luxury of his meal, duty never rested. His loyal assistant approached with quiet efficiency.
"Sir, you have been invited to the tea gathering hosted by the State Ambassador," Frank reported respectfully. "It is not an issue if you do not wish to attend; we can turn it down."
"I will go," Raymond said simply, continuing to dine while reviewing the necessary arrangements, blending power with pleasure seamlessly.
As Raymond sat amidst the splendor of his hall, the dignified butler stepped forward with measured grace, bearing the velvet-wrapped bundle in his hands.
"Master?" he called out softly. "Earlier today, a young lady arrived at the gates. She stated that this belongs to you, and requested that it be returned to your hands."
Raymond paused, a look of genuine surprise crossing his usually impassive features. "I see…" he murmured, a faint smile touching his lips. "I never imagined she would actually bring it back."
He nodded slowly, the smile lingering in his eyes.
The butler stood in awe, his heart skipping a beat. Oh my heavens… he thought to himself, barely able to believe his eyes. My master is actually smiling! Over a lady simply returning his coat? This is truly unprecedented. Things are about to become far more interesting than I ever dreamed.
"Frank!" Raymond commanded suddenly, his voice cutting through the air. "I want every detail regarding this young lady on my desk immediately."
His assistant, Frank, stood there utterly stunned. He had never seen his master look so pleased, so genuinely happy. This was a development worth reporting at the highest level.
Quickly excusing himself, Frank stepped out and dialed a number. The call connected instantly.
"Chairman Edward!" Frank's voice was filled with barely contained excitement. "What a pleasure it is to call you with news!"
"Frank? To what do I owe this surprise?" the older man's voice rumbled through the line.
"It is regarding Young Master Raymond, Sir," Frank reported, beaming. "It appears you shall be having a daughter-in-law very soon!"
"Wow! Are you speaking the truth?" Chairman Edward exclaimed, his interest instantly piqued.
"Absolutely, Chairman! Remember how the Young Master has never paid any mind to ladies before? Well today, that very same young lady came by personally to return his coat… and Sir… I witnessed it with my own eyes—he smiled!" Frank paused, still in disbelief. "Just because she returned his belongings! He was truly delighted."
"Wow! This is absolutely marvelous!" Chairman Edward laughed heartily. "I shall be expecting to hold my granddaughter in my arms very soon indeed!"
Moments later, Frank returned with a thick dossier, laying it respectfully before his master. "Here is everything you requested, Sir."
Raymond set down his utensils and reached for the file. His eyes scanned the pages, landing finally on the name printed in bold letters.
"Isabella…" he murmured, the sound of it rolling off his tongue like sweet music. "What a beautiful name."
He continued reading: Isabella Maxwell. Eldest daughter of the Maxwell family. Of mixed heritage—mother --Lauren Carter, origin unknown.
Raymond's interest deepened. "She is an artist?" he whispered, impressed. "A soul who creates beauty… and she is currently making a name for herself in the world."
Suddenly, his expression shifted. His eyes narrowed as he read further details about her life at home.
"Wait…" His voice dropped an octave, the warmth vanishing instantly, replaced by a terrifying coldness. "What is this? She is treated like a servant in her own home? Humiliated, oppressed, living a nightmare…"
A dark shadow crossed his face. The air in the room seemed to chill.
"Frank," he commanded sharply, eyes flashing with fury. "Investigate everything. I want to know exactly who has dared to make her life difficult. Find out every single thing she has been through."