Tenth

This November Agnes was ready to follow Jovin to move to Los Angeles, after a few weeks ago that handsome man spoke to her face-to-face.

At first it was a little hard to leave his hometown, but on second thought it wasn't too bad. Moreover, Turkey has too many bad memories for her. And there's nothing wrong with not leaving this city and starting a new life in another city?

Having entered early winter in Turkey, Agnes wore a collared coat dress with a row of jewelry buttons and a rather luxurious pearl chain belt. One of CH*NNEL 2021/22 Métiers d'art's collections.

The beautiful girl asked Nori to braid her honey-brown mane, while another waitress dressed a pair of black high heels 10 cm high on her feet.

After finishing, she immediately stood up to tidy up her coat and sprayed perfume in several places and took the minaudie rebag which was again produced from CH*NNEL's house as a complement to his outfit today. The girl's appearance looks very luxurious and mature.

"Come down," she asked and was nodding off by Nori and a servant of the other servants.

The three of them stepped down the steps slowly until they stepped on the first floor and continued to step outside the main door of the Mansion.

Upon reaching the front, Agnes was quite surprised to see the guards and servants lined up neatly and very much. The girl was led by Nori to enter the black Bugatti parked in front of her.

Agnes's eyebrows slightly raised did not find Jovin in the steering wheel but his assistant Abercio took it.

"Sir has arrived first," said the blue-eyed man, as if he knew what Agnes had in mind.

The girl then nodded briefly in response, then fixed her sitting position to be comfortable during the trip.

In more than an hour Agnes spent in Bugatti with Abercio in quiet condition, only the sound from the exhaust of the car they were driving until the girl could breathe in relief and stretch her slightly stiff muscles after Jovin opened the door, which had been waiting for her arrival.

"Thank you," she murmured and replied to Jovin's thin smile.

The girl's beautiful eyes searched, staring at the runway with several commercial aircraft and private jets parked neatly in the Hanggar, the iron bird's shelter.

Agnes jostled in awe at a shiny black private jet that was not far from her, apparently it was this plane that was going to take them to Los Angeles.

How lucky Agnes was to be able to feel the luxurious life that she is now, in the past the girl never dreamed of living the luxurious life but it turned out that God was so kind to her, she gave luxury to Agnes after being released from her mother—Chelsea.

Thanks also to Jovin for kindly accommodating a poor girl like Agnes in his mansion similar to the Palace. Pampering her with abundant wealth and affection that she had not received from her parents since 13 years ago, precisely when the beautiful girl was 4 years old.

Agnes doesn't know what to repay Jovin's kindness with anymore, because even a thank you is not enough. Change the money? Ck, 1 ₺ (Türk lirası) alone had to work from afternoon to midnight to make ends meet, even if she worked a full day for a year, the money was not enough to compensate Jovin for all of his expenses.

"Eh?" Agnes came to her senses from her daydream as Jovin flicked a finger in front of the girl's face.

“What are you dreaming about?" Jovin asked her with a thin smile staring inside Agnes darkened the girl.

"Em, nothing. Really," Agnes replied a little nervously.

Jovin chuckles. "This time I believe," he said smiling obliquely and gently pulled Agnes' hand, leading her away on a private jet that was ready to take off.

**

• Los Angeles, California 2.30 AM

Agnes was amazed to see the beauty of the city of Los Angeles, especially the grandeur of the Jovin mansion from above, which was very, very amazing! The girl believes that this Jovin Mansion is many times more magnificent than the Jovin Mansion in Turkey.

Agnes can imagine how rich Jovin is. Oh come on, of course Jovin is rich, his name has even spread around the world. Who doesn't know Jovin Jazzton? Owner and CEO of Jazzton Corporation. Even if he wanted to, he could buy the city of Los Angeles at once with its contents. IF HE WANTED to.

That's what Agnes knew about Jovin. But there's one thing he doesn't know, only he doesn't know that Jovin has the other side. The dark side that he had been keeping from Agnes.

The King, Prime Minister, Police, and even the Army could not stop Jovin's actions. All bow down to him, whoever dares to disturb him is prepared to lose your lives. Remember! Black Diamond preys on if threatened, so don't try to disturb it if you don't want to be the next prey.

The private jet landed smoothly on the runway of Los Angeles International Airport. For almost 10 more hours Agnes was at 50,000 feet, quite nervous but she kept trying to calm down because honestly this was her first time on a private jet. He never even boarded the plane.

Agnes was standing on the doorstep, staring down. There's some bodyguards in formal attire and five cars parked there. Soon Jovin appeared right next to him and asked the girl to come down.

The skyline of LA looks no less beautiful than that of Turkey, the stars and the moon scattered there beautifying the depths of the night. The cold air swept away Agnes' beautiful face, which was slightly flushed, her usual lips looked a little pale. Agnes' body was also slightly warm indicating that the girl would have a fever shortly.

Please note that if Agnes is very resistant to cold air, she will have a high enough fever if she stays outside for too long when winter comes. And Agnes doesn't like it.

Agnes entered the Mercedes S-Class Guard when Jovin opened the door for her, the girl hugged her body tightly and closed her eyes when feeling dizzy.

"Are you all right?" Jovin's touch of the top of her head turned Agnes over. The girl then grimaced slowly as her head grew dizzy when she moved.

"You have a fever," said Jovin again. The man's hands then turned to Agnes' forehead and cheeks, feeling the warmth of the girl's body.

He quickly uncovers his coat and wraps around Agnes' body, pulling the girl closer and hugging her. Agnes's position was half seated with her head leaning against Jovin's chest.

"Abercio, call the Doctor!" Jovin ordered with a look still staring at the face of the girl in his arms.

Meanwhile, Abercio immediately carried out the Lord's orders, calling their private physician.

An hour's drive finally reached Jovin's magnificent mansion, located far from the city and past the pine trees.

Jovin got out of the car carrying Agnes, and there was a bodyguard and a middle-aged woman in a typical white suit that could be guessed if she was a doctor.

Jovin walks into the mansion with his broad steps, up the stairs and into the room he had prepared for Agnes. Upon entering, the man laid the weak body carefully on the bed, unfolded his black coat worn by Agnes and pulled the blanket over the girl's half.

"Check him out," Jovin ordered and was immediately nodded by the doctor.