Red Hair Woman and MR. MAFIA
INFORMATIONAL

Aiden is currently in New York City. It had been almost a week since the incident in which he pointed his gun at Fressia's forehead.

Forgetting? Of course not. Aiden is waiting for information from the investigation conducted by Ivander. He did not want to be rash and wrong to get the data.

"When can I get that information, Grey?" ask Aiden while checking some files on his desk.

"Ivan hasn't told me yet, sir. Looks like he still needs some time to get and check it out," Grey replied.

"Then how's Tristan doing?"

"Nothing has changed, sir. Miss Fressia still accompanies the daily activities of Tristan."

Aiden felt a little annoyed at the slow pace of information gathered by Ivander. It felt like he opened the disguise of Fressia and showed the woman that it would not be easy to face her.

"You've asked teacher Tristan to come home, haven't you, Grey?" ask Aiden again.

"Already, Sir. Miss Fressia and Tristan are not going anywhere as long as we gather information and get accurate data" Grey replied.

"Well then do everything as quickly as possible. I can't wait too long."

"Well, sir," Grey left Aiden alone in his study. Aiden took his phone and wanted to call Tristan, but he wasn't ready. He wanted to get proof, so he could show his son that Fressia was not a good woman.

*****

"Aunty daydreaming again?" ask Tristan. They are currently on the balcony of Tristan's bedroom and looking at the swimming pool in the backyard.

"No, hon. Aunty is not daydreaming. Aunty's just thinking."

"If Aunty has a problem, tell me. Not if we share, then everything will feel lighter," Tristan said as an adult.

Fressia smiled then hugged the foster child. He felt very calm as he clutched Tristan's body. There was something inside his body that trembled every time he hugged Tristan.

"Thank you, Tris."

"No need to thank you, Aunty. We're friends and we need to help each other."

Fressia smiled again. He takes pride in Tristan, especially in his mature thinking when compared to children his age.

Fressia wanted to leave Aiden's residence. Although it had been about a week since the incident, Fressia was still afraid that Aiden would return there. If possible he wanted to disappear and did not see the presence of his master.

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A knock was heard and Fressia immediately got up. He opened and looked like a servant.

"Aunty," said Fressia.

"The teacher who will teach Tristan has come. He was waiting in Mr Aiden's study" said the middle-aged waiter.

"Thank you, Aunty," Fressia immediately went inside and stepped back towards the balcony.

"Tris, Mr. Oza has come," said Fressia who then took the book that Tristan needed.

Tristan stepped lazily from the sofa he was sitting on. He looked towards Fressia who was picking up some of her books.

"Aunty, I want to go to school. I don't want to study at home like this" grumbled Tristan, "I want to meet my friend. I want to play football with them."

Fressia stepped closer to Tristan then smiled, "I'm sorry Aunty, dear."

"Aunty doesn't have to apologize. Aunty is innocent. All right I'll learn, Aunty don't blame yourself anymore" Tristan said.

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The door of the study room opened and looked like a teacher who was going to teach Tristan. A bespectacled man of about thirty years old who was specially selected by Ivander, certainly after he checked all the things about the man.

"Good day Mr. Oza," said Tristan.

"Good day, Tristan. How are you today?" ask Tobias Oza.

"Dull. I want to go to school with my friends" Tristan replied.

"Good day Mr. Oza," said Fressia, then put Tristan's book on the table.

"Good day, Miss Fressia" Tobias replied. Tobias smiled at Fressia. Every time he saw Fressia, there was a feeling in his heart that could not be described with words, but he knew it was not love.

"I'll excuse you first. Tris, who studied it. Aunty will prepare lunch for you" said Fressia.

"Aunty here, accompany me," said Tristan.

"If Aunty is here, you won't focus on studying. Aunty just prepare your favorite lunch, yes" said Fressia again.

"I don't need my favorite food. I want Aunty to stay here."

"Sit on the couch, Miss Fressia. Tristan will definitely be more focused if you are here" Tobias said. He did not want if when he taught Tristan, the boy's mind even thought of his nanny.

"All right then. Aunty will sit there, you learn yes," Fressia rubbed Tristan's hair, making Tristan smile.

Sure enough, Tristan learned with great focus. He could even understand everything quickly. However, Tobias is the one who is not focused. He continued to steal a glance towards Fressia, trying to find out about the taste of what was inside him.

*****

"Who's the private tutor who taught Tristan, Grey?" ask Aiden.

"Mrs. Tobias Oza" Grey replied.

"Tobias Oza?" Aiden Mumbles.

"You're not wrong to know that name, sir. Mr. Tobias Oza is Miss Tishara's older sister" Grey said.

"Why choose it? Is there nothing else?" ask Aiden.

"Ivander chose it, sir. Mr. Tobias is famous for his intelligence. He had very famous tutoring and mastered almost every language in the world" Grey explained.

Aiden breathed slowly. He was silent and digested everything Grey said.

"Then what about the information I asked for, is there a bright spot?" Ask Aiden.

"Ivan found it and will see you tonight, sir," jawan Grey.

"All right, we're going home now. Just ask Ivan to go to the Mansion" Aiden said.

"Good, Sir."

I can't wait to know everything. If he is indeed Mr. Dalin's eye, I will make sure he will regret having infiltrated my mansion.

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