Refusing the Love of a Mafia Boss
40. Xavier Palmer

Unexpectedly, Noah was gone for quite a while. Ilina's intention is to leave tomorrow or when Noah leaves again, but when entering the afternoon there is no sign Noah will return, Ilina decides to move immediately.

Of course, there's no way he's not being watched.

"Miss."

Ilina patted the man who was blocking her path. "Tell me your name."

"Rully."

"Your master, your organization, and yourselves are now mine." Ilina passed. "My word is duty."

He is a quick man to understand. Ilina deliberately said ambiguously.

No matter what nonsense Ilina said, the fact that Noah was guarding her was enough for Oto to move along with Ilina's will as well.

Oto is not an organization that moves in the common interest. They moved on Noah's personal interests and benefited from Noah's satisfaction.

It was not difficult to understand it when it was already in hand.

Ilina got into the car that Harja had prepared. He does not need to glance to know that a number of people follow his vehicle.

It took them some time to get to where Ilina had long imagined.

The park where Xavier Palmer often practiced archery.

A number of people spread out naturally as Ilina descended two hundred meters from the location. He walked alone, put up his glasses and observed the surroundings.

There are a number of Palmer family guards. But not complicate.

There was one thing that seemed to be unimportant to the Palmer family.

They were simply watching their 'family death factor. They did not pay attention to the 'killer death factor' they sent.

Does that matter?

Maybe not. Except for the fact that they thought a public place wasn't a place where Palmer would be blatantly killed.

Ilina walked quietly into the garden. For the second time greeted by a crowded view of visitors, but this place is a little more maintained and spacious.

For a moment Ilina looked around. It is curious how the condition of green land in the city that is too full of skyscrapers.

Well-favoured.

Ilina continued walking. Fixing his glasses that had sagged before he stopped.

Over there.

The twenty-year-old youth was standing up, pulling an arrow bow to slide his arrow onto the target board.

So anyway. Benedict's son was braver than Ilina had expected.

"Your bow strength is too light."

The young man looked at him for a moment. For a moment, he was surprised. Ilina guessed she clearly already knew her face.

But soon after, Xavier acted calm.

"Can you shoot, miss?" ask her.

"I've only seen from a distance."

Ilina came closer blatantly. Feeling movement from around, Xavier signals them to be quiet.

"May I touch your bow?"

The young man stretched out his bow. "certain."

The suitability of the bow with the strength of the hand is the basic thing. Xavier's bow was large, yet light while judging from the veins in his hand despite being young, he was probably used to lifting heavy weights.

"It will not be suitable for practicing. Your hand needs something heavier."

The young man was blatantly staring at his face. "What's your name?"

"Lia."

"I'm Xavier."

Ilina returned the bow to the owner's hand. "Is that your hobby?"

His attitude was very calm when he nodded. "I love games that require quiet."

So anyway. He deserves to be smart.

"If you don't mind, Lia, you want to have a drink with me?"

"certain."

He invited Ilina to sit and watch the view of the lake. Xavier opened a bottle of apple tea, then put each into a glass.

Noah's characteristic sharp observing apparently is indeed hereditary. The child also observed Ilina while drinking her apple tea.

Maybe he thought Ilina should be worried about being poisoned.

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