Pablo straight up called for Gerald Harlow. That too like a ruffian roaming around the street.
Flashy beca all animated.
He looked left and right.
He hid his face, he closed his eyes.
He opened them again and started jerking his head left and right once more.
The guards standing outside the gate were the sa as Flashy.
They were just about to inform Gerald about the guests but before they could do that, the guests did it themselves.
Now they could only watch what would happen.
"Co out, Geraldddd!" Pablo yelled again.
"Why the hell are you shouting, Boss? We can just go inside."
"Nope. I will change any plans he has. He shall co and et here."
Flashy shook his head and just waited. He had no other choice now.
Pablo was looking at the balcony of the mansion, shouting for Gerald.
"Co out, you bitch!"
He shouted once more and this ti..
THUD!
The door of the mansion opened.
A woman ca out.
"Which insolent foul is calling ?"
Pablo smiled. "I only called for a bitch and here you are. Coincidence?"
Flashy hid behind Pablo.
The Woman fud but as she saw Pablo's uniform, she forced a smile on her face.
"Don't say that, Marshal."
Pablo ignored that.
"Anyway, who are you?"
"I am Flora Harlow. Gerald's wife."
"Oh. So you are his first wife?"
"Yes."
"Where is his second wife?" Pablo asked and Flashy's heart picked the pace.
Gerald's second wife was none other than his mom.
At Pablo's question, the first wife, Flora, turned her gaze at the ground.
"Actually.." She sniffed, tears stemd down from her face.
'Fake tears.'
Pablo figured that out but still asked, "What is it?"
Flora looked up at Pablo and in one breath, she said it all.
"His second wife is dead."
Pablo's brows shot up.
Flashy's heart sank.
"She is dead?" Pablo asked again.
"Yes. She died ten days ago. Heart attack."
"What is the proof of that?" Pablo asked.
Flora frowned. "Why would I lie about such a thing? I am not a monster."
"Yes you are!"
Flora looked around.
"Who said that?"
"I said it!"
A hand appeared on Pablo's shoulder and Pablo stepped to the side.
In front of Flora, a person appeared and when she saw him.. her mouth went agape.
"You.. you.."
Flashy walked towards her.
"What happened to my mom? Answer ! What did you fuckers do to her!?"
"What did you do with my children!? Answer that first!" Flora barked in return.
"Actually," Pablo raised his hand. "That was on ."
Flora's eyes widened.
"Are you Pablo Castillo?"
"Well, that's what my na tag says. I thought you'd figure that out as soon as you see ."
Pablo gestured at his na badge on his uniform.
Flora saw it and took a few steps back.
"You.. How dare you co here? How dare you kill my children!? I will kill you!"
"Yeah. Right. Either call your husband out here or answer Flashy's questions. But beware, he might kill you. And those tears are fake. So no one believes you."
"Dear! Dear! Co outside. I am being attacked by two n! Call the King! Call the King!"
Flora went nuts and straight up accused Pablo and Flashy for assault. She didn't even call Flashy son, she referred to him as among the two n.
Nevertheless, Pablo remained stone cold. He had seen such things many tis. Won accusing n for nothing. Though, this ti she wasn't wrong. Flashy would really kill her if he didn't hear about his mom.
"Dear! Dear!"
Flora called Gerald again and this ti, the door finally opened.
"What? Can't even shit properly in this house."
An old man with white hair, annoyed look ca out.
He was wearing a three piece suit. He was tall, burly and looked extrely fit. And he was handso.
He ca forward and the first person he saw was none other than Flashy.
Flashy also looked at his father and he just stared at him.
He had no words to say and his hands and legs trembled.
He was eting his father after a long ti and he knew from all his being that his father doesn't like him. For his dad, he was a disgrace. A sha. On top of that, Flashy was friends with the killer of his father's capable and worthy children.
If anything, Flashy was afraid he would die by the hands of his father.
On the other hand, Gerald also stared at his son.
Pablo and Flora watched the father and son's eye staring contest until Pablo said :
"So no one is going to ask him why he was taking a shit wearing a three piece suit?"
"Oh. Right." Flashy snapped out of it.
His father too.
But he turned his attention away from Flashy to Pablo.
"So you are Pablo Castillo."
"Yes. And you are his father?"
"Yes. Unfortunately."
Flashy twitched.
Flora chuckled.
Pablo sighed. "If you are that ashad of him then why call him here?"
"I wanted to see what he beca."
"What do you think then?"
"Well, an Abyssal Butcher is nice. But I think he got this job because of you. He didn't earn it on his own. As a good master, you rewarded your slave a job. Nothing proud about that."
'I agree. But Flashy would feel bad if I don't stand up for him.'
"You may be right. But don't you think that soone like choosing your son shows that your son is impressive in the first place? I an, out of all the people I could pick, I chose your son. That only shows his value."
"No. That shows your poor thinking, Marshal. Because just like you said, out of all the people you could choose, you picked my son. You degraded yourself if anything else."
'Damn. He makes sense. Flashy was literally fighting a cat and losing at that when I first t him. If I tell his father this then he will make fun of .'
Nevertheless, Pablo knew Flashy had so good points too.
Good points like…
Well, he couldn't think of them right now. But Flashy had them. So Pablo would defend him again but so other ti.
"Let's co straight to the point, Gerald."
"Sure."
Pablo stepped forward and stood between Flashy and Gerald, like a wall.
Gerald didn't mind and waited for Pablo to speak.
Pablo took a deep breath and said the main thing :
"Your first wife is a bitch!"
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