The Woman Of THREE CROWN PRINCES
YOUR SUGAR BABY WANNA BE Part 24. You Will Pay 2's
Within days, the media exploded with the arrest of Adriano Gianni. And then his charges were made clear by one of the main media that is the Bova group and became headlines in the mass media of course because of the big name Gianni. Articles with highly corrupting details are accompanied by valid evidence.
Several reporters were hunting me, but my lawyer arranged this with my bodyguard, so as not to interfere with my business. We'll do an interview with an inquisitive reporter a day later.
Sure enough, many people in the day asked the waiter if the restaurant had appeared in the news headline, anyway, and the impact of the restaurant bustling with people who have never tried to eat in our restaurant became the first time to try our menu, it is described as having passed two generations of owners and nearly gone bankrupt due to a game of flowers that strangled Gianni.
Effect as expected. But I had to sacrifice the image of my sister, luckily she wasn't here reading all the news that was going on about her. Otherwise he will be stressed. Gianni could not be imprisoned just directly for civil without a criminal case, to create extensive coverage Gianni had to be imprisoned, my sister's case was the easiest way to imprison him. And after that the evidence of him threatening his bouncer to other business owners will also be revealed in court.
“Someone is looking for you Miss.”
“Who? What's the bouncer?”
“I don't think he's a bouncer, it's more precise that he's a lawyer. He just said he's the one Mr. Gianni sent.”
“Ohh... All right, let's see what he wants. Tell Carlos first to talk and accompany me for a moment.” Carlos is the most senior bodyguard here, because he often works with Mr. Armando he knows a little bit more what is better said or not.
"Miss, don't be provoked by emotion or lured into saying anything to her. Miss's identity back up must remain confidential." Carlos gave a line of what I can't say.
"Understand Carlos. Remind me if I'm hooked."
A man who was probably a senior lawyer because I guessed at least he was in his 50s came to me later.
"Can I help you sir? You looking for me?" Carlos sat down at the couch table in my room to watch him.
"I'm Paulo Benito, Mr. Gianni's lawyer. Just wanted to talk to you."
"All right, Mr. lawyer what can I help you with? I don't have time for too long a conversation." She smiled at me a little.
"I'm here peacefully Miss. I'm offering loan rescheduling, interest-cutting, and a recount of the amount you have to pay. We're at peace and you cancel the demands, our problems will be solved." He thought I would approve after he made Valentina suffer for what she did.
"You dare..."
"Wait a minute I haven't finished Miss, this deal also includes appropriate compensation for Miss Valentina. We can talk about all this very well, all I ask is that you tell the reporters that the one who did this was one of the billing managers and was not known directly by Mr. Gianni. We want everything to be peaceful rather than us attacking each other and vilifying each other." Now he's quiet.
"Your request for peace is rejected. I'll keep asking Gianni to go to jail." Now he sighed.
"Miss Eliza, maybe you don't know who Gianni is yet. He can do a lot of things, if we fight in court it will only take time, cost and effort. You better consider this. No need to rush to answer me, hostile to Gianni will not end well."
"A good relationship with Gianni will not end well. Gianni seduced my father to take out a soft loan but deceived him in the signing of the agreement until it involved my sister. A few weeks ago I was pushed into a corner and threatened with putting my Dad in jail or handing over my sister. You think it was a fun experience?"
"If you agree to this we will provide compensation, and the matter is resolved. How's..."
"So my sister's trauma problem is also over. You're kidding."
"Your sister gets compensated and ..." I cut it right away.
"Ahh rich people, they assume their money accomplishes everything. But we the underlings must even risk our lives, our source of livelihood and even our honor. Do you think this is fair Mr. esteemed lawyer...." The lawyer is silent now. I looked straight at him. "And you also received too much of their money that your conscience died for someone like us."
"Miss this is a job. Don't bring everything too personal." I immediately snorted and laughed.
"Ohh you don't know how depressed and guilty I've been mortgaging my sister's honor. Even now I don't want him to know what happened. So for you to know I've been carrying this problem all my life. I also want him to pay with his life for what he did. You are clear with my answer?! We'll meet in court. Sihlakan...."
The lawyer looked at me. He knew I wouldn't back down anymore.
"Alright, it seems that what happened is irreconcilable. We'll meet in court."
I sighed as the lawyer came out. Gianni easily offered peace and compensated the money. Their money was indeed plentiful, giving the commoners a little will not affect their wealth in the least.
Repugn.
"Miss you did a good thing earlier." Mr. Armando called me after the recording of the conversation reached him.
"I'll make sure that you get justice and recompense Miss. Adrianno Gianni will pay for what he did."
"Thank you Mr. Armando, if there's no help from you and Mr. Bova, maybe I'm still cornered here."
"It's actually your luck meeting Mr. Bova." Right, if not maybe I should still let go of my sister.
I returned home with a tired body, but my heart was calm without any burden. And my house was bustling with the presence of three bodyguards who had to watch over me as a valuable investment to bring down Gianni.
"Mr Carlos, is your room comfortable. Is this good enough for you guys, is there anything lacking, I only have a maid that comes twice a week." I'm not a millionaire who dares pay a maid to stay home. The maid I paid for by the hour I think that's enough.
"This is more than enough, we're not going to mess up your house. We promise, we know ourselves..." I laughed, it's quite crowded here right now. I told them an extra facelity at home they could use and they rested just like me.
Bova called me again. Though the day after tomorrow afternoon we will meet, maybe he knows I have Gianni's lawyer.
"Don Juan, what's wrong? Do you want to tell me something before you go to bed?" He laughed across the street.
"You're great at answering that lawyer. Maybe somehow he'll let you win later and imprison his master for your stirring speech." I grimaced.
"Is there such a lawyer. If anything, I think he's been fired and hasn't gotten a job in his entire life." She laughs.
"Maybe it's not. But you know, you make them really pay. The news so massive will make people remember the name Giani bad for years, a certain position will not be achieved again. If he is ambitious to become prime minister or minister even though it will not be able to be named already banned bad. You made them pay..."
"Good, it's worth what they did to us. A lifetime scar."
"Armando will set it up, he won't let them go. You take it easy. Did your bodyguard do a good job..."
"They work well, take it easy."
"alright. You seem to be okay."
"This is all thanks to your help Don Juan. I'm fine."
"Origin you don't cry and look so miserable again." I cried? Maybe when I was drunk I didn't realize I was crying over everything.
"When I'm drunk you're picking at me, aren't you?" He's quiet now. Turns right. There are things I unconsciously admit in front of him.
"It's not a bad thing Vanilla. You don't have to be strong all the time."
"I have to be sometimes .. it's. I'm sorry I tried to lean on you."
"Searching for help isn't a bad thing Vanilla. You always apologize. There's nothing to forgive."
"Then thank you for the hundredth time."
"Sleep. Friday afternoon we meet." He decided not to answer my thanks. Like I said maybe 100 times.
"Night Don Juan."
"Good night Vanilla."
Vanilla, he's always called me Vanilla lately. What does he mean, ..does he like Vanilla as much as he likes vanilla cookies.
Sweetie, baby I don't dare to reach her anytime. Being around him for too long will make me like cookies that are too long in the oven. Scorched.
But doesn't he like charred cookies.
Alright I'm crazy!
I'm not Vanilla cookies! Sleep Vanilla, Don Juan it's a hot oven that will make you regret it.