The Devil JOVE's
13. Rare Blood
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Gerald stood by the window and put his hand in his pocket. And he was indifferent when he heard the sound of footsteps approaching. Gerald's arrival to this country was because he brought important news about the illness suffered by his cousin Rose's son. Although his son Rose has an organization whose prowess almost matches the greatness of the Grisi organization, Gerald still cannot ignore this because however his son Rose suffered is due to the actions of Flynn, a former member of Grisi as well. Because of this, Gerald felt responsible for what was experienced by Jove.
“Uncle, when did you come?” jove asked after standing next to her uncle.
“Tonight you haven't killed a woman ‘right?” ask Gerald sarcasm.
“Not yet. I don't have time to fuck them. My problem is very much,” replied Jove. “Mommy said Uncle wanted to say something important to me. What is it?”
There was a long sigh after Jove asked her uncle like that. Realizing that their conversation was really very important, Jove immediately shook her hands asking that all of her men leave from there. Except Franklin, of course.
“Jove, Uncle found something strange after the poison Uncle mix with the liquid belonging to women. The reaction was very surprising,” said Gerald began to discuss the results of his findings in the lab. “At first it felt unreasonable because the idea to mix the two came after Pororo chatted by calling the woman's liquid strange.”
“Pororo? What poison is that, Uncle. Strangely named,” asked Jove astonished when she heard the uncle mention the word Pororo.
“Ck, of course Pororo it is the name of his son Uncle with Aunt Jessy. It's as if you call it poison.”
Gerald is very upset when his favorite daughter is called poison by Jove. His face turned sour so irritated he was about it. Jove who just found out that Pororo is a call for his uncle's son just stood still do not know how to. As Jove recalled her uncle's son's name was Pamela, who would have known that his uncle would call her Pororo. These two names are very far apart, right?
“Don't talk about Pororo anymore. We focus on your disease first,” said Gerald who was bored. Jessy misses him all the time, so Gerald can't stay away from him for too long. Jessy is sulking.
“I'm listening,” says lazy Jove.
“From now on you don't experiment with fucking women anymore. Unless you find a woman who can make you feel completely relaxed. You're still suffering after not connecting with them?” ask Gerald to make sure.
Franklin swiftly picked up the P3K box when he saw his boss' hands covered in blood. He then began to clean his bloodstains and then wrapped them in bandages. After his task was done Franklin returned to his place. He listened silently to his boss's conversation with Grisi's head of the organization, Gerald Thampson.
“Jove, you must be able to control yourself. The more you rely on that calm, the harder it will be to find a cure for your illness. It's true that it was Uncle who ordered you to start fucking women because Uncle thought we could find an antidote. But after Uncle examined it, Pororo said it made no sense. It's not women's fluids we need, it's their blood. Uncle had heard of people who had the blood of rare people whose blood was very precious. If you can find them, Uncle dares to guarantee you will soon get the antidote!” gerald said with a very serious look. Years of doing this experiment and it was only for the sake of finding an antidote for his illness that Jove made Gerald almost give up. And luckily yesterday Gerald brought Pororo to the lab, so he could tell immediately that what he told Jove was the wrong decision. Gerald of course knew that Jove always took out the women he slept with. Somewhat psychopathic indeed, just like his father and mother. But what he can do, Jove is addicted now.
“Requires their blood?” shocked Jove. Especially this. After the female liquid, it now changed again with the blood of a rare woman. Does all this make sense to do?
“Yes. Don't ask me why. You can just find out who they are and get a drop of blood. After that send it to the lab, Uncle will immediately check it with Pororo,” replied Gerald.
Jove was silent when the uncle walked away from his house. It's commonplace, Jove is no wonder anymore. Now his thoughts are only filled about the woman who has the rare blood. Jove's confused.
“Franklin, what should we do to get that blood?” tanya Jove fretted. His recovery was in sight, so he had to quickly get the blood that the uncle meant. Must.
“I don't know, Sir. Mr. Gerald didn't tell any of the features of the woman he needed his blood for. It is impossible to find it in a short time because the world is inhabited by a voyage of women with different blood. As great as our organization is, we can't possibly kidnap them one by one?” franklin replied, who was also confused by the woman Mr. Gerald was referring to.
“Sial!”
Jove. Without heeding the wound on his hand, Jove punched the wall again.
Why does it have to be this complicated? Where should I find the woman who owns the rare blood? Argghhh, k*parat. Goddamn bum!
“Master Jove, you don't worry. I'm going to start spreading people to find out where the woman is. For the sake of your recovery, me and the others will definitely do all sorts of ways that we can. You do not fear!” franklin tries to calm his boss's anger.
“My recovery is in sight, Frank. I really wanted to be free of all of this. I'm sick. SICK!”
Franklin directly lowered his head as his boss left carrying such intense anger. After that Franklin sent a message to one of the model managers and bargained with him. Oya, here you guys don't misunderstand. Prior to booking, Franklin had told the managers that their models would lose their lives if they were fascinated by their bosses. For managers who love the artist, they will definitely remind the artists and models that they will leave immediately once the boss is asleep if they want to survive. So the reason why these women died was not because of their boss who killed, but because of the greed of the woman herself. Had they not been greedy and obedient to the warnings, they would not have died in vain. But that is a human being where they will never be satisfied with what they have got. They want more, more and more to not realize that their greed is heading towards the realm of death. So stop accusing his boss of being a ruthless mafia because basically Jove Lorenzo still has a good side that you do not know fully.
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