Refusing the Love of a Mafia Boss
4. Pretending to Be a Servant

Silently watching him cook, Noah is patient until the food is cooked. It was hard to guess this girl because even if she was made up, it did look just yams and corn that she had.

Sitting at the same dining table, they enjoy the food while pretending not to observe each other.

"Where are your Mom and Dad?"

"It's dead."

Chilly.

"Who are you staying with?"

"My mother."

Noah felt that if he asked again, he would feel too wary.

What should he do with this girl?

*

"Miss."

Ilina did not react much when Harja's faint voice sounded near her window.

"The intel said the man accessed information about the Bumantara family some time ago."

"What is he looking for?"

"You."

So it's really not a coincidence.

Ilina had lived in hiding for so long and had never happened to meet such an important person, with such a bad background and coincidentally again she was stranded here.

But why is he looking for Ilina?

Ilina got up to open the box near the bed. It contained only a few small female-only weapons that could be carried everywhere.

He took the needle, smeared it with poison, and prepared to come out.

"Wait outside."

Rushed Ilina out. Approaching the place where Noah was sleeping to ease his pain. He looked pale and helpless. A target that is easy to kill and dispose of.

I don't know what the Palmer family's business is with Bumantara, but if he disturbs Ilina's composure, there's no way unless she dies and rots in hell.

Without a doubt, Ilina pointed the needle at the pulse point on her neck. But just before he succeeded, his hands were clutched, knowingly kneeling on the floor with his arms ready to be broken.

Damnit.

"You delayed it long enough, Young Miss." Noah did not hesitate to put pressure as if he was ready to break the girl's hand. "What's your goal?"

"...." - ".Ilina moved her face slightly but it was like a danger alarm to Noah.

He pushed Ilina to the floor, causing her glasses to break and Ilina to groan.

"You are the one who must answer. What's your purpose in finding Miss?"

"Miss?"

"Miss Ilina Bumantara."

There was a reaction from his grip. "You know Ilina Bumantara?"

"He's my master." Right now his bodyguards must have heard their conversation. Ilina intended to kill Noah alone, but seeing from her dexterity, she was indeed no ordinary person. "We protect her from people like you."

"Where is he?"

"I killed you not to know, and then you thought I'd answer?"

He stepped on Ilina's back and increasingly pulled her arm. Threat that it will break.

"break. My non-I'm more valuable than you."

"...."

No. Ilina thought she let go.

Noah staggered and fell onto the sofa holding the part where he was injured. Of course it hurts. The bandages on his body were instantly seeped in fresh blood.

Immediately Ilina got up. Rather holding onto his arm which he thought should be broken today.

No doubt, no fear, no mercy. Why would he let go if he had all that frost in his heart?

"Find me with your lady."

Ilina no longer hid her suspicions. Now he must pretend to be a loyal, protective servant. "Why are you looking for Miss, answer that first before asking for something."

"There's something I need to tell him."

"That's no reason to approach Miss."

"Tell me my name. Andreas Noah of the Palmer family."

"That's no excuse." What if he was Palmer? The bastard thought of looking for Ilina and she felt her name was important enough to use?

Noah quiet. Just a moment to look at Ilina again.

He hesitated a little if this man did not believe himself to be just a servant. It should have been yesterday that Ilina gave him a more distant name like Wulan or Pipit.

Lia was giving Ilina an impression.

"Tell him," Noah suddenly said, "that I know who killed his parents."

Ilina's gaze did not change.

*