Brothel Manager : Unexpected Encounter with A Hidden Family Heirloom Chapter 417 417: 417 : You need an Appointment

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The sun was a fiery orb dipping into the Arabian Sea, casting a golden sheen over the sprawling Abdullah family estate in Mumbai, a palatial abode that juxtaposed serene opulence with the bustling spirit of the city.

General Harries Singh, clad in his immaculate army uniform adorned with dals that glinted in the dying light, stood at the entrance, his deanor that of a man on a mission of grave importance.

Flanked by ten of his most trusted soldiers, the General's silhouette was a stark reminder of the authority he wielded. He had journeyed here with a purpose that weighed heavily on his shoulders – to unravel the enigma of Mohan Das, a man whose origins were as obscure as his rise was teoric.

For two days, General Singh had delved deep into Das's past, trawling through records, interrogating contacts, and piecing together the life of the young man who had gone from managing a brothel to being an influential figure capable of swaying the delicate balance of power between hidden families.

Yet, the climax of Das's life in an orphanage remained shrouded in mystery, a puzzle that refused to yield its secrets.

As the keeper of peace in his mother nation, General Singh's resolve was to halt the war simring between the hidden families. His efforts had borne fruit, striking an uneasy truce with the Farus and Aries families, and the enigmatic new players, the Taurus clan. But peace hinged on a single, elusive ingredient – Das.

The Aries family patriarch and Myra of the Taurus family had been adamant: Das must be brought to the peace eting. And so, here stood General Singh, at the estate of the very man who unknowingly held the key to averting a war.

Sana Abdullah, the poised daughter of the Abdullah family and the estate manager, stepped forward to receive the General. Her eyes, reflecting the depth of the sea, held a glint of recognition of the power the General wielded, yet her stance was unyielding, befitting her role as the gatekeeper to the estate and, by extension, to Das himself.

"General Harries Singh," she said, her voice steady, "it is an honor to welco you to our estate. It's sad that my master is not ho to welco you." Sana said with a sweet smile while hiding her intent.

The General's eyes narrowed slightly. He had anticipated resistance, but he was not prepared to be stonewalled. "Miss Abdullah, I understand the delicacy of the situation. However, I must insist on eting with Mr. Das. The stability of our nation hinges on his decision.

Please contact him urgently." He requested in a humble tone.

The ten capable soldiers who stood behind the general couldn't digest this as they never expected the general to act so humbly in his own nation.

Sana considered the General's words, aware of the gravity that laced every syllable. "I appreciate the urgency, General, but Mr. Das is not here. He is beyond our reach, in a place where not even your authority can hasten his return."

The General's jaw clenched; the frustration evident in his posture. He had mistaken Das for a re thug who had ascended the ranks of the criminal underworld and his frustration is reaching his nerves as he couldn't digest the rejection. He even t the hidden family heads without much effort.

But now, he felt angry to face this rejection in his task of arranging a peace eting, all because of one single young man.

"I do not deal in maybes, Miss Abdullah. I will wait for Das. I must et him," General Singh declared, his voice a low rumble of determination.

Sana nodded; her expression unreadable. "You are welco to wait, General. But don't forget that my master doesn't like people who cause discomfort in his ho."

"Miss Sana…" General Harries Singh sighed, his voice imbued with a respectful firmness, "You are also a civilian of this nation. Show so patriotism. I need to et Das to save the nation from an imminent struggle. Please help ." His appeal cut through the evening air, a soldier's plea to a guardian of peace.

Sana maintained her composure, her eyes reflecting the General's earnestness. "General, I understand your position, but Mr. Das is beyond my reach as well. I assure you, if it were within my power, I would grant your request."

Before the General could offer a counter, a soldier stepped forward, the dals on his uniform jangling slightly, his stance aggressive. "General, why are you pleading with these small-town thugs and these brainless chicks? Give us the command. We will take this house under control and track that bastard down within an hour," he said, his voice a harsh whisper that carried the readiness for action.

The General raised a hand, a silent command for discipline, preparing to address the impetuosity of his subordinate. But before he could speak, the atmosphere was pierced by a sound unexpected in its joviality – a loud laughter.

It cascaded from the entrance hall, where a lady erged, her presence like a burst of sunlight through storm clouds. She was clad in a business suit that spoke of power and grace, her appearance defying the passage of ti.

This is Maria, the linchpin in Das's business empire, her youthful visage belying the wisdom and experience she wielded. After Das handed over the forty thousand crores from winning the blood dual, she erected a business empire and beca the new ruler to occupy the business world.

At present, she is a famous business leader respected by the country's top leaders. To go against her without proper orders is a big task for General Singh.

"Ah, what do we have here? Soldiers ready to storm the castle?" Maria quipped, her eyes dancing with mirth as she descended the stairs to join them. "General Singh, isn't it? And who might this eager young man be?" she inquired, nodding towards the decorated soldier.

"Whoever you are, it won't do any good for you if you go against Das. At present, he is not at ho. So, go back and return after making an appointnt." Maria declared with a confident smile as she took the seat opposite to general.

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