"Chapter 33- Ginger"

I waved farewell to Tristan along with Rheanne and Angelo his bodyguard, as they went out of the gate I feel so relieved yet sad because he didn't stay long. "What are you thinking, Klein?" my grandmother asked while looking at me as I said my farewell, I shook my head as a response to her question, "Is that so?... The servants prepared our meal in the dining room, come," she said while walking towards the open door first. "Okay," I smiled as I responded, then I remembered I have work to attend to because I was absent in the morning, "Are you sure you can go to work, with that look?" she ensured as she keeps walking inside

She meant my composure... yeah I look kinda pale however I can't be absent for the whole day.

"Yeah, the company won't handle itself anyways," I said while catching up to her footsteps, she looked at me with surprise because she knew I don't usually walk beside her, she looked back at the way she was walking trying to pretend not to notice me beside her. "Has work been well for you?" she asked with a genuine tone trying to make a conversation with me on our way to the dining table, "Work has been ups and downs for me," I answered her question awkwardly while rubbing my neck. She smiled as she look at me, "I'm glad," she shortly said before walking away from me, I slowly walked towards her... she must be awkward when I walk beside her.

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"What the hell happened!" Sol exclaimed while grabbing one of the thug's hair, raising their gaze at her to see their beat to pulp faces, "What happened to your faces! you morons!" she kicked their heads with her heels as one of them tries to explain what happened. "Some black guy randomly appeared Madame!" they said as they kneeled and not gazing above their master's fierce eyes, 'A black guy?' she thought but suddenly smiled and squatted in front of them, "Can you give me some of his details? even just a little?" she begged but her eyes contradicted her actions.

"There are many of them actually..." one of the thugs confessed to her, she looked at them while rubbing her chin. "I know, but I'm more interested in that specific black guy you said," her lips curved as her eyes said she wants to kill them, "He's not particularly black Madam! he... has chocolate brown skin, and golden eyes," he said while coming in front of Sol kneeling with his gaze at the ground. She clicked her tongue as she know who was the guy that morning, she looked at the thug who was kneeling in front of her, "Say... may I know how did you get the description, and why... are you the only one not so injured?" she leaned closer to him pressuring him to answer, "I manage to stab him while he was busy with fighting with my members using a crowbar, now his attacks began to get sloppy... I managed to dodge his attacks..."

Sol clicked her tongue again as she stood up from the floor, she snapped her finger towards her servant who was behind her, they all came with their gaze at the floor. "Call my private physician, tell him to come to aid these bastards," she ordered before she walks away from them.

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"Have you caught the culprit, Madame?" Belinda asked her while serving her with freshly brewed tea, she looked at her sipping tea, she soon got quiet as she knew she might ruin the mood between them. "The culprit is the ginger and the two servants who were behind her, the redhead and the black one," she said calmly while getting the biscuit on the plate served in front of her, Belinda looked at her and placed the teapot away, she sat in the opposite sofa. "Why aren't you doing anything Madame?" she asked but soon bit her own lip as she saw her freeze from her question. "They won't last in this household anyway," she said while dipping a hard biscuit in her hot tea, Belinda chuckled awkwardly and nodded as she knew they won't last here.

"The main head of the servants will handle this matter, just wait," she said and looked at her sitting stiffly in front of her, she gesture to drink the extra cup of tea but she shook her head and refuses to drink. "You know it's disrespectful to refuse someone's offer when it comes to tea," she scolded Belinda and she soon sipped the tea along with her. "Thank you," she thanked Belinda, she choked from her hot tea and looked at her confused, "For- *cough* what Madame?" she asked while wiping her lips with her napkin, "For being a reliable person to me,"