The Asmara Jugar the Mafia
Pierre Martin D'aurville

Paris, France.

The sound of the footsteps of the right pantofel shoes, echoed within the corridors of the magnificent residence of Alexander D'aurrville. That afternoon, Pierre Martin D'aurville or better known as Pierre Corbyn, just returned from the company of his father who in a few days was still lying because his health condition did not improve.

"Master," said a maid who had just come out of Alexander's room. He nodded politely with a downcast face.

"Is my father asleep?" ask Pierre kalem.

"The big man had taken the medicine earlier. It just so happened that he was receiving a guest at the moment," the waiter replied without daring to raise his face.

"alright. You can go back to your work" said Pierre. He sighed softly, then continued his intention towards the room of the father who was only a few steps away. Before knocking on the door with gold engraving on the edge, Pierre was stunned for a moment. Sayup-sayup, the man who was still single heard the voice of a woman from inside there. A voice he knew very well.

Pierre then knocked on the door before opening it. He stepped in gallantly and confidently. What he suspected was not wrong. Inside the room was a beautiful blonde woman. From the appearance, it looks if the beautiful woman comes from the upper class. He sat on the edge of the luxurious bed with white curtains arranged in such a way that it became a beautiful decoration.

"Delphine Varane's. What wind brought you here?" greet Pierre made the woman immediately turn her head, and immediately stood with a look of a face that looked so bright when she saw Pierre's whereabouts there.

"Pierre's? Gosh." The woman named Delphine immediately approached Pierre who was standing not far from Alexander's bed. Without hesitation, he kissed the sturdy man's cheek. "I think uncle Alexander was just joking when he said that you were here" he said after removing a hand from the masculine face of Adriano's loyal aide.

"I've been here a long time. Though the initial intention was only to see the condition of the father, but it turns out there are many things that I have to take care of." Pierre returned with a calm smile. He then looked towards the bed. Alexander seemed to want to rest. The blonde-haired man stepped there.

"Dad" he said, sitting on the edge of the bed, facing the old man who was lying weakly.

"Hows it? Was the meeting smooth?" Even in a state of illness, Alexander was still thinking about the company.

"Just calm. I've taken care of everything. Just rest up." Pierre's soft tone spoke to his father.

However, Alexander did not immediately do what his son suggested. He looked at Delphine. "Then, accompany Delphine for a moment. It's a pity that he took the time to come and see me here" he said, returning to his youngest son.

"Alright," Pierre replied still with a gentle demeanor. After that, he kissed his father. He fixed the location of the blanket that covered the old body. "We'll excuse us first" said the green-eyed man as he stood up. Pierre then approached the beautiful woman. He invited Delphine to step out of the room first.

"It is sad to see the current condition of uncle Alexander" Delphine said as she walked towards the living room.

"My father's condition is much more stable than it was a while ago" Pierre said. He invited Delphine to sit down.

The beautiful blonde woman also chose a place adjacent to Pierre. He sat with both feet tightly closed, and the half-body position facing the handsome forty-year-old. "Are you going to stay in Paris?" tanyakanya. Delphine's eyes were so soft and warm.

"Eitherway. I'm still tied to work with Mr. D'Angelo. We need to talk about this first. Now my master is in Italy" Pierre explained calmly.

"I want a different experience" Pierre replied in response to the woman's long wavy hair. "Are you going to be in Paris long?" tanyanya.

"Eitherway. If anyone makes me feel interested in this city, I can stay longer than I planned" Delphine said, pulling her hair back.

"You know that there's a lot of interesting things in Paris." Pierre again responded casually, even though he knew Delphine's true intentions. For a long time, the beautiful haired lady put on a special taste. Although Delphine did not reveal it openly, Pierre was not a stupid man.

Warm discussions continued between the two. From small talk to work issues. Without feeling it, time has gone by afternoon. At about fifteen, Delphine said goodbye. With great pleasure, Pierre led him forward. Not to forget, he also opened the car door for the beautiful woman.

"Send my regards to Uncle Alexander. I'll stop by again sometime" Delphine said before getting into her vehicle.

"Sure," said Pierre with a gentle smile.

"If you have time, stop by my apartment. I'll make you your favorite roast chicken." Delphine smiled seductively. His gaze also turned into full of seduction. If the man in front of him was not Pierre, then surely they would immediately make out at that moment.

However, Pierre could always control himself. Especially since he only considered Delphine as a friend. "You are an amazing cook. I'll make an effort to stop by, that's also if you're still in Paris," the blond man replied, still showing his calm demeanor.

""I told you earlier, I'd stay longer if ...." Delphine did not continue her words, as a taxi-car came into the yard and stopped not far from where she was and Pierre was. Likewise with Pierre who also stared with a curious look towards the taxi earlier.

Shortly thereafter, the door for the passengers opened. It looks like a black stiletto that adorns the legs of an exotic skinned level and is so smoothly maintained. After that, the beautiful face of the owner of the foot was clearly visible when he came out of the transportation. It was a gray-eyed woman with a gaze directed at Pierre. He stepped gracefully, approaching the sturdy-looking man.

"Miss Alegra," said Pierre, not expecting the young woman to come to his house.

"You're here?" bianca Reply. The hue of arrogance that had always been in him, was not visible at all when dealing directly with Pierre.

"Of course I'm here. Paris is my hometown, and this magnificent building is the home of the D'aurville family, my family. You shouldn't be surprised anymore" Pierre said calmly. He took a slow breath for a moment. "It should be me who asked and was surprised, what need did you come here for?" Pierre's tone sounded strange and difficult to interpret in Delphine's ears. He did not know who the beautiful woman who was chatting with Pierre.

"You don't want to introduce the two of us, Pierre?" delphine asked. He felt uncomfortable because he was ignored.

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