The Asmara Jugar the Mafia
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Dressed in a long-water top, Pierre came to a luxury apartment. After parking his classic car, he headed for the room. Raising the sleeves of the sweater three-quarters, the man waited at the door until the owner of the apartment opened and let him in.

Ketus Bianca's face welcomed the presence of the man from France. The young lady's eyes were so sharp and full of anger. There was not the slightest smile, let alone heartwarming hospitality. However, Pierre still looked calm. He even smiled wryly at Adriano's former business partner.

"Miss Alegra," said Pierre, nodding politely.

"Do you want to come here so early?" bianca asked ketus while folding both hands on the chest. He was still standing in the doorway, not allowing Pierre to enter.

"I'm here for a little business" replied Pierre calmly. His pair of glowing green eyes, could not be separated from the figure of a beautiful woman who stood haughtily before him.

"I have nothing to do with you Pierre Corbyn. You better just go!" drive Bianca away with a tone that sounds unfriendly at all.

"Let me enter for a moment. Fifteen minutes," the blonde-haired man still looked calm.

"I don't have that much time" Bianca refused again.

"Ten minutes," Pierre bargained without despair.

"You're as annoying as your master, Pierre!" bianca grumbled as she turned in. Pierre followed him immediately. He stood still giving a distance between himself and the host who still showed a hostile look. "Actually I don't want to see your face again after the disrespectful thing you did to me" Bianca said coldly.

"I'm here to apologize" Pierre said at the core of his arrival. "You know if I do that without any plan at all" he said.

"Without a plan or not, for sure an apology will not be able to restore my pride that fell due to your insolent attitude towards me" Bianca said in response to Pierre's apology.

"Gosh," decak Pierre smiled cynically.

"Who would you dare to be rude to me? You're a man who doesn't know yourself and isn't aware of your position. You think I'd be impressed and say that you're a great kisser? Please dream!" cerca Bianca is still with an unchanging attitude and tone of speech. The gray-eyed woman turned her face away. He felt disgusted at having to look at a man like Pierre. While Pierre did not immediately respond to all the insults addressed to him. The green-eyed man was still trying to keep restraint and dampen all the emotions that arise due to all Bianca's harsh words.

"Get out of here and never appear before me again!" throw Bianca away, shaking her hand. "Even if you prostrate at my feet, it will not be enough to treat my wounded pride" he said again, staring for a moment at Pierre, then turned back to face with a sneering attitude.

Feeling that Bianca's attitude and words had gone too far, Pierre came forward and stood right in front of the woman. He who used to look calm and calm, just then turned into looking very serious. "How expensive are you, Bianca Alegra? I'll pay right now if you want," he said with emphasis, making Bianca turn to him at once.

"How high is your arrogance, so that you feel that no one is capable of achieving it?" Pierre's tone still sounded the same.

"One thing's for sure, not for lowly men like yourself!" answer Bianca cynically.

"alright. I want to ask you something. Do you know Alexandre D'aureville?" pierre asked again while letting out a small smile, especially when he saw Bianca linking her eyebrows. "It's impossible if you don't know the giant Martin D'aureville Construction company" Pierre said.

"It's good that you know. However, did you also know that Alexandre the owner of the company had a son?" ask Pierre again.

"I know she only has two twin daughters" Bianca argued confidently.

"You're wrong. Alexandre D'aureville has a younger son who prefers to leave France and settle in Monaco" Pierre said.

Hearing the man's explanation, Bianca just laughed in a mocking tone. The gray-eyed beautiful woman clucked in disbelief as she shook her head slowly. "Oh, jeez. Be aware, Pierre Corbyn," he said with a crisp laugh.

"Why?" ask Pierre. He then reached into the back pocket of the jeans he was wearing. Pierre took the leather wallet from there . He also took out an identity card, then presented it to Bianca.

At first Bianca seemed reluctant to accept the card offered by Pierre. However, curiosity had made him accept the card. Bianca then read the name listed there. Pierre Martin D'aureville. Instantly the beautiful eyes of the woman widened. He looked up and scanned every inch of Pierre's charismatic face, then turned back on the identity card in his hand. “Ka-you ... that lost son?” tanyanya.

Pierre did not answer immediately. He just smiled sinisterly while looking at Bianca fixedly. “Now you know who I am?” he said it slowly, but with great emphasis.

“Ta-but ... why?” Bianca nodded in disbelief. “Why do you humble yourself, choosing to work as Adriano's aide? Though you have mastered the world in your grasp?” tanyakanya.

“Nona Alegra, looks like I have to teach you about many things,” Pierre scolds. “First, there is no profession that is low in my eyes, even being a mafia like Adriano D’Angelo though,”.

“Nine years ago, my father's company almost collapsed. The number of unhealthy business competition and the growth of new, very strong companies hit my father's company which is quite long standing. That's when I got to know Mr. Adriano. He helps us overcome the enemies of business and traitors who are in our own company. He also offers unlimited protection and security for the big name D'aureville to this day."

"That's why Martin D'aureville Construction still stands stronger until now, and even more disturbing. Instead, I willingly gave myself to fully serve Adriano D’Angelo, so that my father's company still had the privilege of protection from him. You know what, Miss? D’aureville and Tigre Nero are one unit,” bright Pierre with his style that remains calm, while putting both hands into the pocket of pants.

“For my father's help too so that your late father can succeed in business and become this rich,” continued Pierre. He took a step forward and brought his face closer to Bianca's face.

“The second lesson for you today, Miss Alegra. Don't be too arrogant and consider yourself much taller than everyone else, because what the eyes see can be deceiving. You judge everyone by position, wealth, and office. However, you yourself are actually not aware, that you are not much better than the person you despise or maybe lower,” grin Pierre.

“Ka-you!” Bianca pointed her index finger at Pierre.

“I'm just telling the truth, Miss. The wealth that you and your father have earned all this time is with the help of Alexandre D’aureville. It's not impossible, I'll instigate my father to withdraw all his financial support to your company. It's easy for me, as easy as flicking a finger and you'll be hanging out in the streets,” Pierre laughed with satisfaction at Bianca's suddenly paled face.

“Maybe you need to feel first how to be ‘lowlife’, so you can appreciate the people around you more?” Threats made by Pierre slapped a Bianca Alegra.

The woman was fixated on the reality conveyed by Pierre. He was only stunned as Pierre retreated slowly and left his apartment without saying a word.