Giuliano Family Headquarters.
He was a mafia man to the core, a man full of ambition.
“You’re saying that bastard Killian married really well?”
At his words, Nigel, the underboss of the Giuliano organization, cautiously opened his mouth.
“Do you know that Raminis has caused another accident?”
“Oh, I see. I heard be harassed that woman.”
Nigel frowned in frustration when he reacted nonchalantly.
"It's not something that can be overlooked. If it had gone any further, he would have lost his life and been left speechless."
“He would have been better off losing his life... but thanks to that, I have an excuse to attack the Starr Family.”
He continued, "Phew."
“I told you my nephew is really useless?”
Yes, he didn't put Raminis in the position of Caporegime (a captain leading a small crew within the family) because he was his nephew.
He was hoping someone would tamper with the Raminis, who were being installed carelessly. That way, he could easily steal from other organizations under that pretext.
He slowly swirled his glass around, lost in thought, and then a good idea struck him, and he smiled brightly and opened his mouth.
“Raminis, bring that kid over here.”
“Did you come up with any good ideas?”
“Yes, yes.”
He stroked his chin and smiled with satisfaction.
“I need to give him some courage to try harder.”
Emily waited only for today.
Today is finally the day to go to 'Delina House', the club run by Killian!
“Are you that good?”
But Killian still had a displeased expression.
Although he had no choice but to allow it, his club was not just a place for gambling, but also a social club where people could drink and socialize.
“Of course. A lot of celebrities come there.”
As Roger Goldwyn became a successful actor in the theater industry, the club began to attract many famous people who had connections with him.
Creating a club frequented by celebrities was the secret to Killian's success.
Killian sighed as he looked at the excited Emily and turned to Cezanne.
“Cezanne, you take good care of my wife.”
"Yes."
Cezanne was a member of the organization, skilled in close combat, handling both daggers and submachine guns. She had sharpened her blade the day before, as she was given the crucial role of protecting the madam.
Killian, busy with the acquisition of a new casino, decided to head over to the club in the afternoon.
“You shouldn’t get close to celebrities just because they’re famous.”
“I told you so.”
Killian gave her another warning before leaving, and Emily nodded for the tenth time.
After many twists and turns, they arrived at the main gate of Delina House, where the gatekeeper, Evian, was standing.
“Evian is the gatekeeper and water manager.”
Evian chuckled at Cezanne's introduction.
“If you get caught by me, you’re doomed.”
“I’m nervous. Can I come in?”
“Of course! I can’t tell you I failed, even as a joke.”
Emily smiled brightly at Evian's sly words.
“Evian, but does water management filter out people with poor looks?”
Evian shook his head, understanding what Emily meant.
“Don’t worry, we’re just filtering out the bad guys who literally muddy the waters.”
She was surprised by the unexpected answer. Even if it wasn't true, what right did she have to comment on Killian's business policies?
Still, she felt relieved to know that it wasn't the reason she was worried.
“I see. Thank you.”
Emily was slowly starting to get rid of the prejudice she had about Killian.
Stepping inside Delina House, Emily was dazzled by its splendor and bustle. Compared to Delina House, the casino at the Galerie Molineux was nothing.
“Hey, ladies.”
As soon as they entered, a man, already drunk, approached them.
“You two came alone? There are two of us, too.”
The man pointed to himself, then to his friend sitting at the table near the pillar. His friend was already lying face down on the table, completely drunk.
“That son of a bitch, Evian, you’re messing up your water quality management.”
“It’s no fun when we drink alone. Alcohol has always been...”
As the man continued his speech without paying attention to Cezanne's swearing, Cezanne quietly took out the dagger that had been hanging from her waist like a decoration.
“Huh? What is it?”
The man blinked and rubbed his eyes with his hand, as if he thought he had seen something wrong.
Rubbing his eyes and looking again, he saw it was a knife. "Eek," he said, stunned, and fell backward. Cezanne opened her mouth with a blank expression.
“If you call me Miss one more time, I’ll chop that filthy body into pieces, stuff it in a suitcase, and give it back to your wife.”
“What, what did you say?”
“But before that, I think we should first get rid of those eyes that were looking at our madam so sinisterly.”
The moment the man's chin trembled and his eyes closed tightly, Emily quietly took Cezanne's arm and pulled her down.
“Just do this much.”
“Madam, why are you stopping me?”
The man, who barely managed to escape with his life, slapped his friend on the cheek to wake him up and ran away.
"I don't think it's necessary to see blood on your hands. Let's just remember his impression so he never enters Delina House again."
“Ha, I understand.”
Cezanne looked at the man who had run away with regret and put away his sword.
With Cezanne safely guarding her, Emily tried her hand at roulette, betting on the Golden Ball Board (a game where you roll a ball across a board with nails to see if it will roll left or right), and of course, playing cards.
“Oh my god, that’s Annabel Shore!”
“Yes, that’s right.”
“The aura is amazing.”
And while she was having fun and seeing all the celebrities, before she knew it, Killian came into the club looking for her.
“Are you here, Killian?”
When Cezanne, who recognized him first, greeted him, Emily also raised her head and looked at him.
“You’re early.”
Emily, who was deeply engrossed in poker, sounded as if asking, 'Why are you here so early?'
Killian, who had been standing blankly behind her, had no choice but to cross over to the next table and sit down, taking out a cigarette. Before he knew it, Cezanne came over to his side and bowed her head.
“Nothing happened?”
No one really approached Emily except for the drunken thug they met at first.
Although some people already knew Emily's face from the article, the scene where Cezanne threatens the man was shockingly imprinted on the minds of everyone in the Delina House.
Cezanne's mouth opened after she finished reminiscing.
“There was nothing more than a man with short brown hair and a beige vest trying to molest Madam.”
“What about his treatment?”
“Because the madam tried to stop me... I ended up just making threats.”
Cezanne's face darkened at the thought that she had barely managed to do that much. Fortunately, Killian didn't say anything and instead called the club manager.
“Did you call?”
Killian nodded to the manager, his gaze fixed on Cezanne.
“Cezanne, explain the impression.”
The club manager, who was listening to Cezanne's explanation, seemed to know who he was and immediately mentioned his name.
“This is Viscount Malcolm.”
"Yes?"
After confirming the name, Killian frowned and lightly flicked the ash from his cigarette with his middle finger.
“But since when has someone like that been muddying the waters in my club?”
The manager asked for forgiveness without even knowing the whole story.
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry. I’ll take immediate action to ensure he never sets foot here again.”
"Yes."
Killian quickly placed what he was holding in the ashtray and closed the lid. Emily, who had finished playing, was smiling as she approached Killian's table.
“Did you win any money?”
“No, I lost everything.”
Apparently, Emily ran out of luck that day when the straight flash hit. Today, she lost half of what she had won that day.
“But why are you laughing?”
“Oh, the guy I’m playing with keeps a poker face on and makes weird faces the whole time.”
“So, did you enjoy it?”
“Yes, he is a really funny-looking person.”
"Yes."
While Emily was looking away for a moment, Killian asked the manager for the man's name.
“I am a semi-noble named Teddy.”
“Find out when he comes to the club and report back.”
"All right."
He was planning to adjust his schedule so that he'd come when Emily was playing. The reason was that Emily would enjoy it.
Emily needed to have many enjoyable experiences while living with him. That way, even if Charles or Lucius were to sway her, she wouldn't be able to leave easily.
“Have you eaten?”
“I didn’t even realize how much time had passed. It’s already dinnertime.”
“How about eating outside and then coming in?”
"Great."
Upon hearing this, Killian motioned for Cezanne to go in first. Cezanne quickly made way for the two of them.
“To Lionel’s Restaurant?”
“No, I’m not going to that area.”
Someone watched the two chatting and left for the restaurant. He pulled his hat down lower and looked around to see if anyone recognized him.
And when he saw that no one was watching him, he followed them quietly but quickly.
He was a mafia man to the core, a man full of ambition.
“You’re saying that bastard Killian married really well?”
At his words, Nigel, the underboss of the Giuliano organization, cautiously opened his mouth.
“Do you know that Raminis has caused another accident?”
“Oh, I see. I heard be harassed that woman.”
Nigel frowned in frustration when he reacted nonchalantly.
"It's not something that can be overlooked. If it had gone any further, he would have lost his life and been left speechless."
“He would have been better off losing his life... but thanks to that, I have an excuse to attack the Starr Family.”
He continued, "Phew."
“I told you my nephew is really useless?”
Yes, he didn't put Raminis in the position of Caporegime (a captain leading a small crew within the family) because he was his nephew.
He was hoping someone would tamper with the Raminis, who were being installed carelessly. That way, he could easily steal from other organizations under that pretext.
He slowly swirled his glass around, lost in thought, and then a good idea struck him, and he smiled brightly and opened his mouth.
“Raminis, bring that kid over here.”
“Did you come up with any good ideas?”
“Yes, yes.”
He stroked his chin and smiled with satisfaction.
“I need to give him some courage to try harder.”
***
Emily waited only for today.
Today is finally the day to go to 'Delina House', the club run by Killian!
“Are you that good?”
But Killian still had a displeased expression.
Although he had no choice but to allow it, his club was not just a place for gambling, but also a social club where people could drink and socialize.
“Of course. A lot of celebrities come there.”
As Roger Goldwyn became a successful actor in the theater industry, the club began to attract many famous people who had connections with him.
Creating a club frequented by celebrities was the secret to Killian's success.
Killian sighed as he looked at the excited Emily and turned to Cezanne.
“Cezanne, you take good care of my wife.”
"Yes."
Cezanne was a member of the organization, skilled in close combat, handling both daggers and submachine guns. She had sharpened her blade the day before, as she was given the crucial role of protecting the madam.
Killian, busy with the acquisition of a new casino, decided to head over to the club in the afternoon.
“You shouldn’t get close to celebrities just because they’re famous.”
“I told you so.”
Killian gave her another warning before leaving, and Emily nodded for the tenth time.
After many twists and turns, they arrived at the main gate of Delina House, where the gatekeeper, Evian, was standing.
“Evian is the gatekeeper and water manager.”
Evian chuckled at Cezanne's introduction.
“If you get caught by me, you’re doomed.”
“I’m nervous. Can I come in?”
“Of course! I can’t tell you I failed, even as a joke.”
Emily smiled brightly at Evian's sly words.
“Evian, but does water management filter out people with poor looks?”
Evian shook his head, understanding what Emily meant.
“Don’t worry, we’re just filtering out the bad guys who literally muddy the waters.”
She was surprised by the unexpected answer. Even if it wasn't true, what right did she have to comment on Killian's business policies?
Still, she felt relieved to know that it wasn't the reason she was worried.
“I see. Thank you.”
Emily was slowly starting to get rid of the prejudice she had about Killian.
Stepping inside Delina House, Emily was dazzled by its splendor and bustle. Compared to Delina House, the casino at the Galerie Molineux was nothing.
“Hey, ladies.”
As soon as they entered, a man, already drunk, approached them.
“You two came alone? There are two of us, too.”
The man pointed to himself, then to his friend sitting at the table near the pillar. His friend was already lying face down on the table, completely drunk.
“That son of a bitch, Evian, you’re messing up your water quality management.”
“It’s no fun when we drink alone. Alcohol has always been...”
As the man continued his speech without paying attention to Cezanne's swearing, Cezanne quietly took out the dagger that had been hanging from her waist like a decoration.
“Huh? What is it?”
The man blinked and rubbed his eyes with his hand, as if he thought he had seen something wrong.
Rubbing his eyes and looking again, he saw it was a knife. "Eek," he said, stunned, and fell backward. Cezanne opened her mouth with a blank expression.
“If you call me Miss one more time, I’ll chop that filthy body into pieces, stuff it in a suitcase, and give it back to your wife.”
“What, what did you say?”
“But before that, I think we should first get rid of those eyes that were looking at our madam so sinisterly.”
The moment the man's chin trembled and his eyes closed tightly, Emily quietly took Cezanne's arm and pulled her down.
“Just do this much.”
“Madam, why are you stopping me?”
The man, who barely managed to escape with his life, slapped his friend on the cheek to wake him up and ran away.
"I don't think it's necessary to see blood on your hands. Let's just remember his impression so he never enters Delina House again."
“Ha, I understand.”
Cezanne looked at the man who had run away with regret and put away his sword.
With Cezanne safely guarding her, Emily tried her hand at roulette, betting on the Golden Ball Board (a game where you roll a ball across a board with nails to see if it will roll left or right), and of course, playing cards.
“Oh my god, that’s Annabel Shore!”
“Yes, that’s right.”
“The aura is amazing.”
And while she was having fun and seeing all the celebrities, before she knew it, Killian came into the club looking for her.
“Are you here, Killian?”
When Cezanne, who recognized him first, greeted him, Emily also raised her head and looked at him.
“You’re early.”
Emily, who was deeply engrossed in poker, sounded as if asking, 'Why are you here so early?'
Killian, who had been standing blankly behind her, had no choice but to cross over to the next table and sit down, taking out a cigarette. Before he knew it, Cezanne came over to his side and bowed her head.
“Nothing happened?”
No one really approached Emily except for the drunken thug they met at first.
Although some people already knew Emily's face from the article, the scene where Cezanne threatens the man was shockingly imprinted on the minds of everyone in the Delina House.
Cezanne's mouth opened after she finished reminiscing.
“There was nothing more than a man with short brown hair and a beige vest trying to molest Madam.”
“What about his treatment?”
“Because the madam tried to stop me... I ended up just making threats.”
Cezanne's face darkened at the thought that she had barely managed to do that much. Fortunately, Killian didn't say anything and instead called the club manager.
“Did you call?”
Killian nodded to the manager, his gaze fixed on Cezanne.
“Cezanne, explain the impression.”
The club manager, who was listening to Cezanne's explanation, seemed to know who he was and immediately mentioned his name.
“This is Viscount Malcolm.”
"Yes?"
After confirming the name, Killian frowned and lightly flicked the ash from his cigarette with his middle finger.
“But since when has someone like that been muddying the waters in my club?”
The manager asked for forgiveness without even knowing the whole story.
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry. I’ll take immediate action to ensure he never sets foot here again.”
"Yes."
Killian quickly placed what he was holding in the ashtray and closed the lid. Emily, who had finished playing, was smiling as she approached Killian's table.
“Did you win any money?”
“No, I lost everything.”
Apparently, Emily ran out of luck that day when the straight flash hit. Today, she lost half of what she had won that day.
“But why are you laughing?”
“Oh, the guy I’m playing with keeps a poker face on and makes weird faces the whole time.”
“So, did you enjoy it?”
“Yes, he is a really funny-looking person.”
"Yes."
While Emily was looking away for a moment, Killian asked the manager for the man's name.
“I am a semi-noble named Teddy.”
“Find out when he comes to the club and report back.”
"All right."
He was planning to adjust his schedule so that he'd come when Emily was playing. The reason was that Emily would enjoy it.
Emily needed to have many enjoyable experiences while living with him. That way, even if Charles or Lucius were to sway her, she wouldn't be able to leave easily.
“Have you eaten?”
“I didn’t even realize how much time had passed. It’s already dinnertime.”
“How about eating outside and then coming in?”
"Great."
Upon hearing this, Killian motioned for Cezanne to go in first. Cezanne quickly made way for the two of them.
“To Lionel’s Restaurant?”
“No, I’m not going to that area.”
Someone watched the two chatting and left for the restaurant. He pulled his hat down lower and looked around to see if anyone recognized him.
And when he saw that no one was watching him, he followed them quietly but quickly.
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