The Rhyme of the Depositary

087 - SEASON 2

In a dark world, many people are only used as pawns. Its function is only to be moved at will and sacrificed certain moments.

Luiz gave a small smile, reading a lot of stories about Alice Vaquez in a document that Liza had submitted earlier for her. The document contains all of Alice's history from childhood to adulthood. Women like this are quite attractive to men like Luiz.

Married four times, had a son, became a great businessman. Goody. A pretty interesting list to list in Wikipedia. History that will be read to the grandchildren later.

What if Luiz's history makes it more interesting? Alice, a businessman who was once held captive and held captive by a mobster named Luiz.

Attractively. The story that will make the child down Alice read it with adrenaline pumping.

Luiz put down the map he was holding and sat pensively in the oversized chair. Other than Alice, Luiz actually wanted to know the story about Klayver. Therapy as he expected, the person was like a ghost who suddenly came out of the middle of nowhere and had no clear history.

There was no origin of any data that Luiz could retrieve. Only the cliche history of the social security number Klayver has. But even Luiz is not sure the data entered is really real.

Klayver Vaquez's. Someone who is considered a ghost by some others. Its existence that turns out people have been calling as eyes evil.

Who would have thought behind that identity, there was a man who had a normal household life, with a great wife and adorable stepdaughter.

The dark world could be stirring if they knew the evil eyes had a weakness. What people think of as invisible ghosts, in fact, is nothing more than a normal man like the others.

Luiz felt like he was above the clouds. He holds an important secret that no one knows. Say, he's the key in the safety of evil eyes.

Let's see how big the evil eyes have the ability to save themselves from the chains that Luiz would recollect for him.

The existence of Evil Eyes is still a mystery. Luiz guessed that this time the person must be busy cleaning up a lot of people who became his enemies.

Rico and Pollo, three federal agents, died a few days ago. Luiz assumed the death of the agent must have been Klayver, considering the three agents were notorious as tireless eye-evil hunters.

Luckily, Luiz's base is still hidden. Klayver only knows about the whereabouts of Rico and Pollo, but is not too far away to know Luiz's private residence.

Perhaps, a man as smart as Klayver would definitely still know Luiz and this base. However, to arrive at this point Klayver needed time in the investigation. The time that Luiz used to maintain his position by taking the ace that Klayver had. His wife and stepson. Or maybe his wife is enough. Luiz doesn't really like holding kids. Too inconvenient.

Luiz walked around the room, remembering something. He then contacted someone he had promised to send as a gift to Liza.

A handsome young man, a crossbreed of Europe and the middle east. Who is not tempted?

Liza was too cold all this time. He needs to be given pleasure in another form. If money doesn't matter anymore, then Luiz knows what it means most to a woman. A burly man with ordinary wild abilities and an expert in pampering his partner.

Two days seemed like it would be more than enough to make Liza happy. Luiz had thought about this carefully.

Luiz smiled slightly, once again feeling victorious. He had no idea that the man who was sent to Liza would only be in vain.

The woman, unmoved at all the kind of good looks Luiz offered.

In fact, Liza was once twice moved by men. Like Luiz or Klayver for example. But no matter how much admiration for them, Liza had such high vigilance that she could not possibly be seduced with just a handsome-looking man.

At the beginning of Liza entering the dark world, Liza had put a fleeting admiration for Luiz. But after he knew his nature and character, he became wary of handsome men. To all the handsome men.

Clayvers. Even though Liza admired his face, she still had the creeps to imagine what the man had done in killing the lives of others. Only God knows how a woman like Alice would marry a man like Klayver.

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Tonight is late. Jasmine was in the kitchen looking for some stomach-boosting food that she could find.

Jasmine opened the refrigerator and was delighted. He picked up a can of sardines, worked it lightning on a pot, and ate it alone on a small table.

As Jasmine was busy enjoying her meal, Sila came to the kitchen and smiled faintly at the way Jasmine was eating sardines like a starving person three days and three nights.

"Jasmine, do I need to help you make something?" tawar Sila friendly.

"No, Please. The clock is night. Why are you back in the kitchen? No rest?" Jasmine replied to him with a question as well.

"I left my snack here. When I can't sleep, I need to eat something light." Please open one of the food cabinets on the kitchen set table and pick up a box of dry biscuits.

"You want to?" tawar Sila's.

"No. Just take it to your room."

Please smile a little and go back to the direction he came.

Jasmine pensive long. He looked at Sila's back and felt suspicious. There is something that is hidden. The woman did not seem as simple as she seemed.

After finishing the sardine, Jasmine stood up and walked towards her room located upstairs.

He needs to sleep. The clock is showing at eleven o'clock in Manhattan time. Alice must have fallen asleep. Jasmine walked down the hallway upstairs, stood for a long time in front of the room and then opened the door slowly.

Inside the room, Jasmine walked towards the wardrobe and opened the bottom drawer. He stared at a small package. The package he received from the courier the other day.

A small smile fell on Jasmine's sweet lips. That thing is a precious thing. Jasmine will definitely use it in the future. Things he had wanted for a long time.

After being satisfied to observe, Jasmine laid herself down on the bed and prepared to fall asleep. Just as Jasmine had managed to close her eyes, she was startled by the ringing of the phone.

Jasmine grabbed a small, vibrating object at the end of the bed. He stared at the familiar name on the main screen. Peter Brown's. The senator.

Why else would the man call Jasmine at curfew? There's no way he's just sharing the word good night, is he?

"Yes, Mr. Brown's? Is there a problem?"

"Jasmine, lately I have been having insomnia complaints. Can you send the woman you sent me yesterday as a fowl woman?" ask Peter passion.

Jasmine glanced at the clock and again confirmed if this was almost midnight. Why did Peter have to bother him last night? Doesn't he have a wife? Why wasn't his wife the one who was told to wear a crazy costume and go around the living room?

"Yes, Mr. Brownian. You have a specific request?" jasmine asked, feeling tired.

Today Jasmjne has reported many reports about the club he has. There's a cash gap in some laoporans. He's dizzy enough. Now plus Peter's request that's definitely not going to be normal.

"I'd like to hire her again and please have her dress up like a flight attendant."

Oh. This time it was the flight attendant. It doesn't seem to be difficult. It's just that, flight attendant costumes can not be obtained suddenly. Rose had to order it in advance to be made according to her size.

"When you want it, Mr. Brown?" Jasmine still responded politely. Every time he wanted to yell at his customers, he remembered the money flowing down from them.

"Tonight. I want tonight. What if I wait at the hotel as usual?"

Jasmine hit the bed beside him. Maddened. Peter's really crazy.

Did he forget what time it was? Didn't he know the costume needed preparation? Life where Peter was all this time so his every will had to be realized in a matter of seconds.

In an instant era, the name of ordering something always has a process.

Jasmine wanted to express her anger at Peter, but she paused. That guy is pretty stupid. Jasmine did not want to add to her own burden by serving such a person.

Seeing Peter's senseless behavior, Jasmine thought to herself why would anyone seem to be able to enter the ranks of senators for two periods? In what way did the man pass the test?

"Tonight can't, Peter. At the earliest two days. Rose's schedule is full for now. Preparing the costume also takes time. You have to be a little patient. What if I call you tonight an empty woman other than Rose? At least I'll find a beautiful woman to accompany your lonely night?" tawang Jasmine jolly.

In running a business like it, service is the most important thing. Jasmine hrus smart-smart customer facing. He didn't want the striped-nose men to stop pouring money for him.

"Yes, .. okay. That I can accept. I'm waiting in the hotel room as usual." Peter disconnects, making Jasmine growl all by herself.

Jasmine is weighing. He needs to check out some of his places to find out who has an empty schedule for him to divert and come to Peter's hotel.

Jasmine immediately did her job and finally got one female person whom she called as Flow. The guy's pretty sweet and spoiled. Peter will not be disappointed.

After finishing with that, Jasmine threw her phone on the bed and let out a sigh of relief.

If Peter had not had his money as big as his body, he would have been reluctant to serve his strange request.

Today he asked for this, tomorrow he asked for it. The day after tomorrow, I asked for something different again. Goody. Jasmine's head can be dislodged due to dizziness.

Jasmine remembered. He once accidentally saw Peter's wife in person. The woman was quite young, about thirty years old. Peter married three times and each time his wife was always prettier and younger.

Judging from any point of view, Peter's wife was quite perfect. She is a former teenage model who still has a natural beauty residue.

Wonder. Women like that are still not enough for Klayver. Within a week, Peter could spend his time coming to the women who were Jasmine's men.

Either his wife actually knows this or not. It looks like Peter is quite comfortable doing misappropriation. Maybe she would close her eyes. However, Peter's money flowed profusely, for what his wife made trouble that could end in divorce.

Couples who are very suitable for each other. Jasmine laughs to herself, imagining Peter's chaotic married life.

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