Chapter 8

I was stunned. Living together? It was such a sudden decision for Gerry. After all, I didn't like living with people with whom I didn't have a good relationship. That is, because our communication is often not harmonious.

"Living with you? How could I..."

"Didn't the explosion at your house last night make you realize that? Unless you really want to end up having a barbecue in your house alone with no one to help you," Gerry said. His expression was very serious.

I swallowed hard, my gaze that had been sharp began to soften, accompanied by an uncomfortable feeling in my throat, I didn't know what to say. But now he had actually won a point in this debate.

I really didn't want to get involved in the conflict between them and end up like this. But because of this unpredictable man beside me, which suddenly came and dragged me into their life's troubles without warning, I could no longer stay out of their problems and had to join the melee that I had never even predicted.

"But wouldn't it be dangerous for me to go with you? I mean, since you also have your father's messengers in your neighborhood, isn't that the same as being in the enemy's neighborhood?" I asked for confirmation.

Gerry shook his head. "Your thinking is wrong and not correct at all. Even though I'm this man's son, I've decided to live independently since I was a teenager. The personality of a Mafioso is not the same as that of you commoners. That's why I had my own place and organized it so that I had a territory that my father hadn't touched.

Now I understood why he kept asking me to stay with him to smooth out his plans. It was because he had already arranged his life that way, and he was already convinced that my worries were not the same as what was really happening.

"Anyway, don't think too much. Besides, whether you think or not, it won't affect my decision. Because even if you don't agree with my decision, I will still drag you to live with me," Gerry said confidently.

On the one hand, I was reluctant to live in the same house with that annoying man. But when I think about it, Gerry's intention to invite me to live with him is to protect me from the threat that will come from Mr. Jerry. It was the best decision under the circumstances. Since it had already started, he and I had to end things completely.

"All right, I understand. There's nothing wrong with it anyway, my friend, I'm just reluctant to put you to any more trouble. Although it is also for your own good," I said hesitantly.

"There is nothing inconvenient about accommodating a small and frail person like you in a 20-acre house. I don't think it's a big deal, and I might not even notice you playing hide-and-seek in a house that big if you wanted to," he said.

And again, I had to deal with not being overly proud to the point of being arrogant. There's nothing wrong with someone as wealthy as he is being arrogant because he's bragging about something that actually exists. It was just that my poverty, which contrasted so sharply with his life, was quite insulting.

A few days later I was released from the hospital. Gerry, through his messenger boy, carefully picked you up from the hospital and made sure I was safe until I got to his house. And as I'd expected, the splendor of his home was a welcome relief to my poverty. I'm sure he has very good taste in architecture, as evidenced by his house, which is still luxurious and elegant and not overly architectural so as not to look tacky.

When we got there, Gerry was not at home, there were only dozens of servants and hundreds of bodyguards guarding the house. You know, even with so many people, the house that is so big and magnificent still feels quite quiet because of how big the house is.

Even the bedroom I'm in now is five times bigger than the shabby house I lived in before. This was truly an amazing life, and I was quite grateful for God's ridiculous yet impressive surprise that I could temporarily enjoy such beautiful facilities.

"Where did Gerry go?" I asked the man next to me.

I had received word from Gerry that the man who had been following me around the house all day was an assistant directly appointed by Gerry to help guide me during my stay. I was quite impressed by this, but I'm sure Gerry decided this because he was convinced that I would destroy the house if no one was watching over me. How heartless.

"Mr. Gerry is away on business in Chicago, you are asked to stay in this house and not go anywhere without his permission. It's also for your safety so that we can continue to detect any danger around you," the man explained.

"Oh, I understand," I replied briefly.

I was so dizzy to hear such a long explanation coming out of this man's mouth. Do all personal assistants have to have mouths that speak so fast? I guess they've had the talent to speak so fast since they were born into this world.

I shifted my sitting position and turned my head. "By the way, since we haven't met yet, may I know your name?"

"Of course you may, my name is Johan Dylan Gredori. You can call me Johan," the man said.

I nodded and smiled friendly. "I'm sure Gerry has already told you my name, but let me introduce myself. My name is Zharies Ernaln. Just call me Zharies, I don't like the 'Mister' appendage as you mentioned. We're the same age and we can be friends."

Johan cleared his throat and smiled professionally. "I will do my best, calling you sir is one of my codes of conduct at work. Because it is my way of respecting you."

I laughed awkwardly, understanding. "Ah well."

Then silence surrounded us again. I didn't have a topic of conversation that could warm up the atmosphere here. And I'm not sure if my intelligence is on the same level as his, there is such a contrast between my intelligence and Johan's. If I suddenly talked about the economic foundations of the conglomerates in the world, he would probably laugh at me later because I was so stupid to talk about such things.

As the atmosphere became more awkward, my brain suddenly thought of something that made me want to say this to Johan.

"Hey Johan, if you were appointed by Gerry to be my assistant, does that mean you can help me with some things?"

Johan, in a standby position, immediately took a step forward. "Exactly, what can I do to help you?"

I smiled meaningfully. "Then find me some information about Samuel, will you?"

Johan's brow furrowed slightly. "I'm sorry, but I need to be sure which Samuel you're talking about. Since there are many people named Samuel here, you could at least confirm his physical features to me."

"I just remembered, the Samuel I'm referring to is the eldest son of Norine's family. I need you to find out more details about him, and please don't tell Gerry. Because I'm not in the mood to argue with him about things."