Plans

The following morning Ixora's call woke Turlip up, "did you listen to it?" she asked with a terrified voice "what?" Turlip asked back in confusion, "there is a phone call recorded message i recieved from a strange number this morning, the content, the content is unbelievable" Ixora cried "calm down Ixora, let me go through my phone and if they are no messages i would phone you to send the message to me" Turlip said and the call got disconnected, as soon as the call ended the message popped up and she clicked the play button, minuites passed and the record finally ended by that time Turlip's entire aura had turned gloomy, just then a call came in through her phone a confrence call between Ixora and a strange number and she picked the call gingerly, "good day princesses i dont know what time it is in your side but i hope i am correct, my name is Jeremy wilson and i sent the message you both recieved this morning, dont ask me how i got the information just have it in mind that i have many connections, i know you both are also aware that Bloom is back in the palace but as you have heard being in the palace is a very bad idea" Jeremy said and Turlip frowned "who are you to Bloom and why are you helping her" she asked "i am her best friend, sincerely i mean no harm i just want to help her" Jeremy answered "then what are your plans with the tuners dissappearance it would be very hard to sneak her out of the village" Turlip muttered "leave that to me, all i want from you is to prepare the hospital she would recieve treatment and the car the ambulance that would pick her from the airport" Jeremy said and Turlip's brow furrowed "in a week expect Bloom in Newyork" Jeremy said and disconnected the call, "i feel he his trust worthy, but i would look into him" Turlip said to Ixora who had been silent all the while, "i would contact my hospital in preparation for her arrival" Ixora finally said and Turlip hmmed then disconnected the call. On Jeremy's end he phoned Fiona and instructed her to wheel Bloom to the towns toll gate and drop her with the gaurds there in four days time and she replied positively, he then droped the call to start another round of digging into peoples secret for the first time he felt his skills were so useful.

While in the palace the king was very gloomy, the person he thought was his only hope suddenly blocked his phone number without providing any lead about the tuners where about, he began to feel so thirsty of expensive wine but his wealth was already limited that he couldnt afford a couple of expensive wine, only then did he remember his daughter who told him her boyfriend was a wine brewer in paris, with an excited smile he phoned Turlip who was busy preparing lunch in Newyork, the surprise on her face when she saw his call was so evident "good day your highness" she greeted over the phone and the king hmmed in acknowledgement "how are you and your boyfriend?" he asked and Turlip pursed "i am fine but my boyfriend has been very ill that his business is crumbling" she said while adding a hint of sadness in her voice, she could already guess what her 'precious' father wanted, there was a long pause over the phone before the king finally spoke, "so sick that he cant produce some thousand dollars" the king asked and Turlip scoffed in her head, "yes dad, i was just speculating about calling you for some help when your call came in" she said and the king gritted his teeth "your boyfriend is rich, your boyfriend is rich now he has become so ill that he his becoming a burden to you, you didnt even let your family enjoy his wealth before he became ill, useless, so useless, i introduced several rich men to you before but you rejected them for your boyfriend, now no one is going to marry you because you insulted their pride, such stupidity" the king yelled and ended the call without waiting to hear another word from Turlip, "such nice father" Turlip scoffed as she continued her cooking. While on the king's side he was seething with pure anger he almost threw his phone on the wall but when he rememberd his limited wealth he held back and instead punched the wall.