Chapter 79: Chapter 79

Beatrice smiled widely when she saw that there was still a little bit of lunch left on Alfred's plate. Although it was a bit challenging to persuade the old man to finish his meal, at least his progress was remarkable. His health was also gradually improving. The stab wound in his stomach didn't reach any vital organs. However, it was concerning because of Alfred's age, which had reached seventy.

"Grandfather is happy that his grandson takes care of this old and feeble self. Not David anymore," Beatrice laughed. She cleared the empty tray to the side table. "In two days, Grandfather will be able to go home. But you mustn't engage in too many activities yet. Mr. David has also informed me about many things. I don't really know what to do."

"That's exactly why you should get well soon, Grandfather. You should learn everything about what you possess," Alfred gently stroked Beatrice's head. "You are my granddaughter, the main heir to everything I have, Leora."

Beatrice grimaced slightly. It wasn't because of Alfred's touch, which she knew was filled with love. It was because she wasn't accustomed to that name, and it felt strange. Throughout her time with Alfred, he had told her a lot about her parents, even showing her albums with pictures of her biological parents with joy. He depicted their personalities vividly.

There was pride, admiration, sadness, melancholy, and a sense of resentment because the accident befell someone Alfred loved. Moreover, it wasn't just an accident but an orchestrated event. Alfred was furious and enraged when he learned the truth. A day after he regained full consciousness and could comprehend each past event, Sam presented all the facts.

"Unfortunately, my men didn't find specific evidence about the accident involving Beatrice's parents, Sir," Sam casually sat near the partially reclined man. Some documents he provided were sufficient to impose severe punishment on Joseph, actually. But the executioner had already taken care of that without being asked. He felt that a life should be paid with a life.

Alfred clenched all the papers Sam gave him in anger. His breath was heavy as he suppressed his boiling anger. "Find out everything related to Joseph, Sam. I'll give you the access to facilitate your movement in punishing anyone who conspired with Joseph."

"No need to ask, Sir," Sam waved his hand dismissively.

"Could you be politer? You're the future husband of my granddaughter. Do you consider my granddaughter just an entertainer, Sam?"

"Why are we discussing Beatrice?" Sam exclaimed in disbelief.

"Leora is my granddaughter. I want you to have my blessing for your future life together," Alfred said.

Sam sighed heavily. "I don't need anyone's blessing to take Beatrice away from you, Mr. Alfred."

"King Samuel Aaric Cyril, should I reveal your name to the public?"

Sam stared sharply at Alfred.

"If everyone knew who you really are, Sam, they would unquestionably offer all the help you need."

"Just call me Sam, as the leader of the Twin Dragons, Mr. Alfred. I don't want to get too involved. King Benjamin has been dead for a long time. I haven't forgotten my father's message the day before the accident happened," Sam paused. The image of a dark night accompanied by heavy rain delivering sad news flashed in his mind. The night when young Sam became an orphan, not knowing which direction to take. Few people knew that a Kingsley, Sam's maternal grandfather, also intervened and molded him into the man he is today.

"He said, 'Take the best from around you and discard the worst. Unfortunately, I prefer the worst parts of people's lives around me.'

Alfred laughed. "Your words are indeed similar to Benjamin's."

"Even so, I genuinely respect him. My father and grandfather... they are my role models."

Alfred smiled faintly. "Benjamin raised you very well. Unfortunately, cancer consumed him too quickly. And I believe your mother's death was the cause. You know, losing a child is like losing half of your life."

Sam fell silent. Memories of his childhood resurfaced. The figure of a man whom he felt, if still alive, would be around Alfred's age. Before he truly took on what his father left behind, he experienced the influence of Benjamin as well. The dark and merciless gaze, which sent shivers down his spine but made Sam an intimidating figure who didn't back down from any challenge.

Alfred was right, sadly Benjamin's life was cut short by the illness that struck him, leaving Sam when he was ten years old.

"I have taken care of all of Joseph's lackeys. I asked Ferdi to punish them severely. I don't want to get too involved in matters that the police have already delved into," Sam said.

"Why don't you simplify it as a token of gratitude since the police helped you, Sam?" Alfred sneered, to which Sam responded with a chuckle.

"I'm just being polite, Sir. You like me to be courteous, right? This is my form of politeness."

"Make sure of one thing, Sam," Alfred straightened his back. Though it was somewhat difficult, Sam willingly helped. Alfred and Benjamin had a long-standing good relationship. When news of their colleague's death in the Southern Division reached Alfred, he was genuinely devastated. But to honor the last message before death claimed him, Alfred had done it for years until this very moment.

He didn't want his granddaughter to feel uncomfortable about what she should rightfully have. Sam was free to choose his own path in life. Carrying on what his father had built, which Sam was now pursuing.

"Leora, my only granddaughter, the sole heir to everything I possess, and I turn a blind eye to your relationship as long as Leora is happy. Safe. Protected. And won't experience any harm while in your care."

Sam grinned. "So, you're giving your blessing, Old Man?"

Alfred lightly punched him in response. "Watch your words."

"Alright, Grandfather? Is that what you want, Sir?"

"Be quiet."

Sam chuckled. But amidst the laughter that filled Alfred's hospital room, he spoke with full confidence. "For what you said earlier, I will ensure it happens even without you asking."

Truly, Alfred felt relieved hearing Sam's words just now. Sam would never betray his own words. Alfred was certain of that.

"Grandfather, lost in thought?"

Beatrice's words made Alfred blink, then he looked at his granddaughter with affection. "Just reminiscing about a rather serious conversation."

"With whom?" Beatrice was curious too. Despite giving him a strong warning not to overexert himself, David, Alfred's trusted associate, had limited visits. Sam occasionally came to visit, but they hadn't spent much time together. So, who was Alfred talking to?

"No need to worry about it, Leora," Alfred laughed. "Until the main mansion is renovated, we'll stay at the usual place where I rest."

Beatrice furrowed her brow. "I... go home with you, Grandfather?"

"Where do you think you're going, back to Twin Dragons?"

Before Beatrice could answer Alfred's question, the middle-aged man spoke again. "No. You're Leora Quassano. You'll live with me from the moment I found out you're my granddaughter. I won't let you live uncertainly like before."

"But, Gran—"

"There's no refusal, Leora. It's a final decision."

***[]***

Hugo stared intently at his phone, completely focused on observing the movements of his opponent. Occasionally, his fingers measured the strength and capabilities of the opposing side. Sometimes, he would give instructions to his gaming partner. He sat comfortably in front of Jack's desk, which had returned to its normal state.

"Hugo," called Eland. "Seriously, you've been playing for two hours and you're still not satisfied?"

"Shut up. Shut up, Eland. Don't disturb my concentration," Hugo glanced at him cynically, then refocused on his screen. "I'm in the finals, Eland. If I win, I'll treat myself to a 37mm caliber shotgun."

"The latest model?" Eland smirked slyly. "A 37mm caliber, huh?"

"You bastard!" Hugo slammed the table. His eyes glared at Eland with an unpleasant look. "Hold on a moment, Eland. My opponent is crazy good at this game. The latest shotgun, caliber 37. Alright, I'll buy it. I'll win first."

Eland chuckled contentedly. "What do you want, Jack? If I win this game, I'm sure I can cover half the cost of Flown."

"Boss Sam's wealth has been estimated to increase after yesterday's incident. Nothing was spent on renovating the headquarters and Flown, just so you know."

Eland straightened his back. "You're not kidding, are you?"

"Why would I joke about that?"

"Yesterday, I was asked to liquidate Quassano's money for the Twin Dragons headquarters. It's a gesture of gratitude from Alfred for protecting his beloved granddaughter," added Hugo without taking his eyes off his phone screen.

Eland was astonished. "Quassano isn't messing around."

"That's why you shouldn't disturb me while I'm playing games, Eland. You'd better practice your sword skills over there!"

Eland pouted. "It's not fun without an opponent. How about you, Hugo?"

"Shut up!" Hugo shouted once again. Since Eland and Jack knew what Hugo's behavior was like when he was gaming, they understood. "You can ask Anne to practice. She hasn't been busy lately."

Eland shrugged. "Talking to you is pointless, Hugo."

"Shotgun canceled!" Hugo stood up. "Win! Screw you all!" Hugo placed his phone somewhat roughly on the table. From the screen, it could be seen that there were many virtual fireworks indicating the owner of the phone had achieved victory. "Finally!!!"

"Insane," scoffed Eland as he grabbed his jacket from the back of the chair. "If Boss asks, I'll say I'm on the border."

"Where else would you go, then? To Twin Dragons?" Jack straightened his back.

"That's where I'm headed," Eland replied curtly. "Don't forget my shotgun, Hugo."

"I'm coming too." Hugo followed Eland's steps, who was already at the door. A look of perplexity appeared on Eland's face, while Jack simply shook his head at the behavior of these two companions.

"You're such a bother!" Eland grumbled in annoyance. However, he didn't push Hugo away but instead kept a distance to let him walk beside him. They headed to the parking area where their motorcycles were. Flown was not a major concern anymore. Sam's subordinates were keeping a close watch while Flown was operating. Security had tightened, and not just anyone could enter.

Three weeks had passed since the quite shocking incident in the Southern Division. During this time, no one dared to disturb the Twin Dragons. Neither did they forget the series of events that were not easy to forget. Hugo and Eland were tasked with ensuring security up to the border of the Southern Division. After Jack recovered, he immediately resumed his duties, which revolved around managing Sam's overall assets.

Although the renovation of the Twin Dragons headquarters was fully supported by Quassano, Jack's calculations regarding Sam's wealth were enough to cover it without assistance. Unfortunately, Alfred's side insisted, and Sam didn't pay much attention to the pressure he had to accept. Thus, the renovation was completed relatively quickly, with only the final touches left on the severely damaged three-story house section.

"What are you going to do at the border, Eland?" Hugo asked just before putting on his helmet.

Eland grinned. "Since the funeral for the kids, I haven't been there, Hugo."

"Ah, that's right. We'll be busy dealing with Joseph directly. That guy is such a damn pain."

"He's already been taken care of by the Boss."

They finally laughed.

"Shall we go together?" Hugo raised and lowered his eyebrows deliberately.

"Why do I suddenly feel like I'm being asked out on a date by you?"

"You bastard!" Hugo forcefully punched Eland's shoulder. "I still like women!"

"Especially me!" Eland laughed just as strongly. "Anne is for me, Hugo. Okay?"

Suddenly, the laughter subsided. Hugo's eyes searched deeply, delving into the seriousness of Eland's previous statement. "Are you... sure?"

Without hesitation, Eland nodded.

"If you're sure, go ahead. I prefer calm women who enjoy cooking."

"Damn!" Eland laughed triumphantly. "Do you think there's another woman like Beatrice?"

"There is!" Hugo exclaimed excitedly. "Didn't you see who sometimes accompanies Beatrice?"

"Jerk!" Eland was taken aback. "Are you... not mistaken?"

"How could I be mistaken!" Hugo put on his helmet. "Come on, let's go."

"Hey! Damn it! Don't mess around with that girl, Hugo!"

"That warning applies to you too, Eland!" Hugo started his motorcycle's engine. The sound of the exhaust was quite loud, and Hugo immediately revved the gas, leaving Eland still watching him.

"You bastard!" Eland hurriedly caught up. "Wait for me, damn it!"

***[]***

Since she entered Alfred's mansion, Beatrice has never ceased to be amazed. Upon her arrival at the luxurious house, which she felt was twice the size of Sam's house, her eyes were unsatisfied with the existing interior. Everything was neatly arranged and incredibly elegant. Unfortunately, some parts had to be destroyed and rearranged due to a fierce battle some time ago.

She thought the other mansion was just a temporary shelter, much smaller and simpler. She was wrong. Truly. When she first stepped out of the long sedan, which felt like a dream to be able to ride in such a car, she was greeted with an incredibly majestic view.

"Is this... a resting house?" Beatrice asked in disbelief. Her grandfather stood beside her, patting Beatrice's shoulder, urging her to enter the two-story building that exuded beauty.

"It used to be your parents' home, to be more precise. I made some changes to the interior because I felt it was too youthful for this old man."

Beatrice shook her head in wonder and chose to follow her grandfather's footsteps. In the spacious living room, all the servants gathered. They all bowed respectfully to Alfred, including Beatrice, feeling slightly awkward because she never expected something like this to happen in her life. Who is she, after all? Just a girl who was used as collateral for her cruel father's debt. A simple life, but full of love from a noble-hearted woman whom she believed was her birth mother.

"From this moment on, my granddaughter has been found. Gather with me here. The sole successor of Quassano, Leora Eddith Seraphine Quassano. Whatever she says is an order to all of you." Alfred spoke assertively to everyone in the living room, welcoming their presence with a bow and respect.

One by one, Alfred introduced Beatrice to the most important parts of the house. Including the fact that Beatrice would be specifically taught to accompany Alfred in continuing Quassano, Ltd. in the future. Although Beatrice had not agreed yet and was still in awe of her new life, it seemed that this was the destiny that awaited her.

"While I'm here, what should I do?" Beatrice asked, now sitting comfortably with Alfred. In front of her were delicious and tempting foods for Beatrice to try.

"Eat," Alfred laughed. "Don't hesitate to ask for anything in this house, Leora."

Beatrice furrowed her brows.

"You're the owner."

"I still can't digest all of this, Grandfather. Can we take it slowly?"

Alfred agreed, pouring a cup of hot chocolate for his granddaughter. "Belgian chocolate is famous for its flavor. You should try it. These snacks are made with low calories and not overly sweet. Give it a try."

Beatrice moistened her lips and took one of the cookies with pink icing on top. One bite, and she fell in love. The desire to be able to make cookies like this arose in Beatrice's heart. "I like it, it's delicious," praised Beatrice with joy. "Can I learn to make these snacks, Grandfather?"

"Am I hearing correctly, Leora?"

"Why should I be wrong?" Beatrice blinked in confusion.

"Why do you want to learn things that others can do?"

A sudden smile appeared on Beatrice's face, a noticeable blush. Her eyes wandered far into the area filled with beautiful flowering plants. Also, lush trees that provided a cool atmosphere around the house. "Um... I'm sure Sam likes food like this. He likes my cooking, Grandfather."

Alfred sighed in frustration. "You? Cooking for Sam? Good Lord! No, I won't let that happen again."

"Why not? Sam likes it. My cooking has been praised as delicious."

"Yes, it used to be. Not anymore."

"Grandfather!" Beatrice exclaimed with a hint of frustration. "You promised me you wouldn't interfere in our relationship. Why should we argue over something so trivial?"

Alfred quickly rubbed his face. "Leora!" Before he finished advising his granddaughter, David arrived with files that he needed to review.

"Forgive my interruption, Sir, but this is a bit urgent," David said before facing Alfred's wrath.

"I haven't finished talking to you, Leora." Alfred warned his granddaughter before heading to his office. "You also need to consider when to start learning about the company I manage."

Beatrice just grinned widely, letting the middle-aged man leave her alone. The two servants around her were always ready to assist her, although Beatrice thought it was unnecessary. She chose to enjoy what was in front of her while thinking, how is Sam doing today?

Her communication with the man was still intense. There wasn't a night that Beatrice passed without having a casual conversation between them. Despite the distance, not meeting face to face, and only occasionally being satisfied with sent photos—Beatrice never expected Sam would do this for her. She felt overjoyed.

The atmosphere in this corner of the house was calming, making Beatrice feel it was only right to close her eyes for a moment.

"Huff!" She struggled in fear. Her mouth was covered, and her closed eyes were also covered by a hand she thought was big and strong.

"It's me," Sam whispered in her ear. "The old man is busy, right? Come with me."

The hand that was covering Beatrice's eyes was slowly lowered. Relief immediately enveloped Beatrice. "You scared me," she whispered, still trying to normalize herself.

"This is Sam, Beatrice," Sam said softly. "The guards of this house are under Alfred's command, and some are tailing you from Twin Dragons. Valdo won't be far from your presence. Don't worry."

Beatrice didn't believe Sam's words just now.

"Do you want to come?"

"Where?" Beatrice accepted Sam's outstretched hand, where she immediately surveyed her surroundings. The two servants who had been near her since earlier were bowing in fear. "We have to ask Grandfather for permission to leave."

"No need." Sam laughed. "Not sure he'd give permission for you to go out."

"Why is that?"

"Do you want to or not?" Sam asked, emphasizing his words.

A faint smile slowly formed on Beatrice's face. "I do."

"Put on this jacket." Sam handed her a jacket identical to his. "Tell Alfred that Beatrice has been kidnapped by Sam. Bring the ransom to the headquarters," Sam instructed the two servants who were still bowing and now nodded in fear.

The words from Sam just now made Beatrice laugh. "There's a lot of security in this house, Abang. How do we escape?"

"Easy." Sam made sure that nothing was lacking in Beatrice's appearance this time, including the hoodie that covered part of Beatrice's long hair. "Trust me, right?"

"Always." Their hands held onto each other. Beatrice's gaze was solely focused on Sam. If there were others lurking in the depths of Sam's dark eyes, Beatrice didn't care. All she cared about now was that Sam was in front of her, smiling slightly and treating her gently.

"Good." Sam gently wiped Beatrice's eyes that refused to look anywhere else. "Don't look at me like that."

"Why?" Beatrice protested, her face frowning in annoyance.

Sam chose not to answer. He strolled through the garden leisurely, knowing that Beatrice was following him. Their hands still intertwined. It didn't matter if suddenly they were noticed by Alfred's subordinates or if they were suddenly attacked because Sam took Beatrice away. Sam could handle them all.

His only desire was to alleviate his longing for Beatrice, a longing he couldn't drive away from his mind and heart. He just wanted to meet her and be together. Forever, if necessary. And it seemed like Sam would do anything as long as he was with Beatrice.

"Ready to embark on an adventure with me?" Sam asked as their steps halted right in front of a large motorcycle parked not far from the main gate. "Once we step out of here, I will make sure to come back occasionally. Be with me more often. Accompany me wherever I want. Are you willing?"