Psychopath Girl The Mafia Boss's Daughter
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As he expected Wendy and Febby. Rica and her mother were really shocked to see the change in appearance from Nisa. His shocked cusp, the fork held until Rica fell down and made a loud noise as it hit the floor.
"You're no different today, baby. You look prettier than usual." praised Mr. Pinkston on his daughter, Nisa.
"Thank you dad."
"Mother, that's not the dress you gave her, is it? Why is she wearing a different dress?" whispered Rica to her mother.
"Mom doesn't know either. It seemed like Nisa's friends had already realized about the dress and quickly replaced it."
"Damn! Why do you always fail!" grumbled Rica annoyed.
"Please enjoy the dishes ladies," Zack said kindly.
"Thank you, sir.."
"Zack, just call it that."
"good. Mr. Zack," said Julia trying to smile.
"I don't like Uncle Rica's look at us" Febby whispered to Julia.
"Yes. His gaze was truly disgusting" Wendy whispered.
"I'm even more uncomfortable with the man next to her."
"I feel a bad feeling from them."
"We'll see the next situation. What they really want."
"alright. But, can we eat this?" ask Wendy.
"Please. There is nothing in the food, but later you should choose the water in the packaging that is still sealed rather than the drinks they offer."
"Every boss," they said in unison.
"Ep... By the way, Nisa, why don't you wear the dress that mom prepared?" ask Ny. The pinkston.
"Eh..." Nisa was confused as to what to answer.
"Ah, forgive me, ma'am. Pinkston," said Julia suddenly made all her turn to him. "So I accidentally spilled a drink into Nisa's dress which caused her dress to get dirty. I'm really sorry for my carelessness. I'll definitely change the dress."
"It's okay. I was just wondering why Nisa was wearing different clothes. It's the story."
"Once again forgive me, ma'am. Pinkston," Julia put her hands together as a form of her sincerity.
"No need to get to that. Let's enjoy the banquet again."
"Yes." Yeah."
The eating together continues. There was no other conversation between them other than a general conversation like, how were their days at school? What activities are often done? Asking each other's family status and a few other things until the conversation questions things that should not be discussed by teenage children like them.
"Trs. Zack, I heard from Rica that you have an acquaintance of the Black Mamba members. Can you introduce me?" yusra said without further ado.
"Black Mamba member? Who?" Julia immediately glanced at Yusra and turned to Zack. He was quite surprised when Yusra said that.
"Ah, forgive me young master Arlo, I should have introduced you from the beginning," Zack patted the shoulder of the man next to him then said. "Young Mr. Alro, I introduce you to my friend from the Black Mamba, Mr. Norman's."
"Frttt.... Uhuk! Uhuk!" Julia immediately choked as soon as she knew the Black Mamba member in question was the man before her.
"You okay Julia?" ask Nisa worried.
"No. I'm it's okay. I was just choking. I'm sorry" Julia took a piece of tissue and blocked her mouth. "Gosh, that really surprised me. Since when did Uncle Norman's disguise get so ugly?"
Yusra held out her hand shaking Norman's hand. "Then greet Mr. Norman. I am Yusra, the first son of the Alro family."
"I've heard a lot about you and your family and the greatness of the Drogon members."
"By pleasure."
Wendy pokes Nisa, then whispers in her ear. "Nisa, what is the Black Mamba?" tanyanya was also a little curious about the direction of Yusra and Norman conversation.
"I don't know either" Nisa replied in a whisper.
"No need to swirl it. It's none of our business anyway" Julia said, enjoying a sweet snack served by the waiter. Even though she said so, Julia still listened to Yusra and Norman's conversation.
"Sorry Mr. Norman, I'm not running. As far as I know every member of the Black Mamba has an identifying mark as their membership, may I see it?" Yusra.
"Of course I can."
Norman reached into his pants pocket and took something out of his dopet. A silvery square badge and carved Black Mamba snake with its mouth open revealed its fangs. Behind the badge is also engraved the name 'Norman'.
"The identification tag is genuine and does have Norman uncle, but why would I doubt that he is Norman uncle? Let me ask you directly, "inner Julia.
To prove whether the person in front of her is Norman whom she knows or not, Julia excuses all the toilets. He planned to call Norman and ask him this directly. Arriving at the toilet he immediately pulled out his phone and called Norman. Doesn't require long phone calls to be picked up.
"Hello. Can I help you, Miss Julia? Tumben called."
"Eh, this is Uncle Norman, Julia just wanted to ask. Since when did Uncle Norman's disguise get so ugly?"
"Huh? What does Miss Julia mean? I'm not on an incognito mission."
"Oh?! So then... Then... Did Uncle Norman lose his identification?"
Norman slightly flinched hearing that. He sure as hell never told anyone this. "Where do you know? Please don't tell your dad about this. I could be punished very severely for having carelessly removed the identification."
"Uncle Norman take it easy, I won't tell papa. Julia just wanted to say, there's someone disguised as an uncle here. He had an uncle identification card that made everyone believe he was a member of the Black Mamba. The guy is ugly" Julia explained.
"What?! Where's Miss Julia now?"
"At Moon's restaurant on Balvana island."
"good. I'll be there soon. I happened to be in the nearest town from Balvana island."
"Come quickly, uncle. Julia's looking forward to the exciting show."
"Half hours at the latest."
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In 10 rounds of Roulette, Julius has won seven and three defeats. While his defeated opponent felt unacceptable. He asked to play 5 more rounds. Julius immediately agreed to it because he saw that his opponent's consciousness was still awake. The game is getting more fun for the audience. They even place bets on who wins and loses the game.
Of these 5 additional rounds Julius has won twice in a row and his opponent also won twice from 4 rounds. One more round as a determination.
"Haha... You're gonna lose this time, boy!" said the man who was drunk.
"We'll see later."
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