"Don't just stand there; hurry up," Jack said while poking his head out of the window.
Heinrich hurried to the car and settled into the front passenger seat. After closing the door, he leaned back and relaxed, shutting his eyes.
"Thank you, son-in-law. I'll tell you where Yana is for this," Heinrich said while still closing his eyes, his heart beating fast.
"Don't worry about it," Jack said as he started the car. The journey to Mumbai would take approximately three to four hours.
Jack's speed was slow on the main road as it was full of potholes, but as he reached the highway, the car was sotis even reaching 200 KPH. Heinrich was shocked to see Jack's control of the car was amazing; it was as if he was made for driving cars if he was not that genius with dicine.
Jack then called Swami, as Asani was dead, and he had left his file with certificates on the plane.
"Who are you calling?" Heinrich was concerned because Jack didn't stop the car; he was just driving it with one hand.
"Swami ji, Yes, oh, you knew?" Jack said while driving, he didn't answer Heinrich, who was now calmly looking ahead.
"Yes, the file. Alright, tell him to deliver it to in The Oberoi Hotel," Jack said, then hung up the phone.
"What was that?" Heinrich asked, as he has no idea about the file and the certificates in it.
"I have been given certificates from Harvard University. I've officially beco a doctor," Jack said while driving.
"Oh! That's no biggie. You could have said it to ," Heinrich said, as he could also do that for Jack.
"Nah, it was given by a horseman, so don't worry about it. I just want those certificates because I don't want to offend them," Jack said while crossing 220 KPH in speed.
It took 2 hours and 31 minutes to reach Marine Drive, and from there Jack smoothly reached the Oberoi hotel.
"Excuse , sir." As Jack was passing by the reception, he was called upon by the receptionist.
Jack went there with a face full of questions: Why would the receptionist call him all of a sudden?
"Sir, your five-day booking of the Kohinoor Presidential Suite has concluded, and you have overstayed by three days. If you wish to extend your stay, we kindly request paynt for the additional three days," the receptionist said politely.
"Alright, how much was it? For a day?" Jack asked as he looked at his balance.
[Balance: 8,500,000 €]
"Sir, Per day it's around 1,000,000 INR; the receptionist this ti said about INR; Jack clearly rembered last ti he paid with his card.
"Alright, Co to my room; I'll pay with cash," Jack said, as he has around 100 million INR in cash.
"Yes sir, as you're our VIP guest, we didn't touch anything in your room and waited for your safe return. I am very sorry to disturb your visit." The receptionist bowed to Jack, as asking for paynt in the open was considered rude in India.
"Don't worry about it." Jack, waving his hand, left the reception and went towards his suite.
The suite was as he left it; nobody touched a thing, not even cleaned it, because a guest can have their privacy and tap a button on the Tab to get the room cleaned.
Jack, who was now barefoot, went to the bathroom and took a shower. After murdering Asani, he didn't feel anything, no guilt, no sorrow; it was just like a normal day.
After washing up, he looked at the clock; it was 2 in the night, and he felt hungry.
Jack sat on the couch while wearing pajamas and then ordered food; the food ca in within 10 minutes.
Jack, after feasting on 2 big steaks, slept peacefully; in his sleep he saw a dream where he unintentionally killed Asani, and he woke up while laughing too hard.
Waking up from his sleep, Jack ran on the treadmill for 2 hours straight, then, taking a shower, got ready as his apartnt should be ready for his work.
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Jack sat down calmly and ordered breakfast. As he was eating his breakfast calmly, a group of people ca; they knocked on Jack's door and waited.
Jack looked through the tab and, seeing they were all hotel staff, he let them in.
"We're sorry to disturb you when you're enjoying your breakfast, sir." A suit-wearing guy bowed and said he was with the receptionist from yesterday and a waiter.
"Don't trouble yourself over it. Sit down," Jack said with a casual wave, his tone commanding yet unbothered. He gestured toward the vacant seats; he was seated alone in the vast space of the twelve-seater dining table where he dined alone; he looked like a solitary king in his domain.
The manager who arrived didn't even dare to sit down. Instead, he bent slightly at the waist, speaking to Jack with utmost politeness before clearing his throat.
"Sir, we're here to apologize for the rudeness of this employee." The manager bowed, and the receptionist also bowed down.
"No worries, she wasn't being rude. It's who's been acting entitled," Jack said with a casual tone. Then, pointing at the waiter, he added, "Go to my room and you'll find several bags. Bring two of them."
The waiter, nodding his head, went inside and ca in with two bags in hand.
"Here's 20,000,000 INR. I know I've eaten in the Michelin Star restaurant, so charge that too," Jack said while getting up as his breakfast is finished.
"Sir, that will be on us. We'll book 20 more days and seek your advice on the 17th day," the manager said, bowing his head one last ti with a polite smile before leaving.
Jack then called his butler, Mr. Yash, who he had left at the airport last ti.
"Hello Sir, Where are you? I am still at the airport waiting for you. Yash's voice ca in; he was yelling with frustration.
"You're still in the airport?" Co to the hotel and take a rest, idiot," Jack said.
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