157 That Saturday 2 (1/2)
Some time after, Central Alina, the Albarez' main mansion. 8:23 pm.
Dinnertime had already past therefore the people of the residence were surprised to see a familiar young man marching into the place. As if he just came out of his office, he was still wearing a white dress shirt, black pants which fitted nicely to his thighs but hang loosely on the legs except on the calves, and black dress shoes slightly pointed at the tip. The illumination behind him was a bit dim, dampened by the night scenery at the back. Despite this though, when he entered the brightly lit mansion, he still looked as imposing as ever due to his terrifying momentum.
It was Gio whose face and aura was openly broadcasting to the world how bad his current mood was as he took big strides in.
”Where's the head?” His steps loudly reverberating in the hall, he swept his icy orbs around. The maids and housekeepers who unluckily met his stares flinched, their bodies feeling the sudden chill colder than the later days of December. Not wanting the fortune of receiving even the slightest of their young master's wrath, they hurriedly averted their gaze by looking down to their feet.
”He's inside the library, young master. He said once you arrived, just go directly there.”
When everyone else was acting like frozen statues at the sidelines, it was his uncle's closest confidant, the driver slash housekeeper Old Joe, who answered his question. Old Joe had a wry smile on his face as he bowed respectfully to the heir of the house.
Gio did not even bother nodding to the man. With hurried steps and a black halo both of gloom and anger seemingly surrounding him, he barged into the library located south of the mansion. Sparing himself the trouble of masking his aura and the fury mixed with it, he was like a lion in silent rage as he stared coldly at the man sitting comfortably at the leftmost spot of the table located five or six meters away from him.
It was quite funny for him that the man chose to sit on the chair situated at the back instead of taking the nearest seat to the door. This was just not his uncle's usual style.
”Now what, Conrad Albarez?” he asked with no hint of emotion in his voice, not moving his body away from the doorway. He did not bother greeting the other as he was not in the mood to do anything remotely courteous to his uncle tonight.
”Go in and take a seat. After that, we can have a proper conversation. I don't want my dear guest to chat with me standing.” The voice sounded extremely kind, the type which could make people think that the speaker was a very good person. However, to Gio, it was anything but that.
In fact, it only made him defy the person all the more, planting his feet to where he currently stood.
”Your best friend had his minion transformed my shopping mall and factories into unrecognizable junkyards. Once this day ends too, since I don't know what more instructions are said to that kid, I can only predict that he'll either leave me with 10% of my wealth or worse, nothing, my properties and companies completely wrecked together with the people in there.” He quietly said, with no change in his expression. His deep-set eyes shining like a black pearl suggested the opposite though, seemingly telling Conrad that Gio was already on the verge of declaring war with him.
”He's hell-bent on forcing me to separate from my woman.”
Conrad kept his silence. Following which, the older magnate sighed and then replied, ”Since you're being like this, I won't pretend anymore that I don't know what you're talking about.”
”From the very start, you know what's happening to my life.” Gio accusingly interjected, marching towards the end of the table nearest to him and throwing sharp glances at the man seated at the far opposite. ”I'm even guessing it's you who started this. Was it because you're thinking her life is way dangerous for someone like me, or us?”
”You're previously from the military so you must have thought that everything you witnessed from there is already the worst humans can become.”
Gio shook his head, increasingly growing disappointed at the only other person he thought would always be at his side. However, he was not an idiot to not get where his uncle was coming from.
He was a normal person while Sofony was someone who could potentially evolve into a country destroyer.
If something goes haywire between them, it would definitely be him getting the short end of the stick. Yet actually, that would be already describing the situation euphemistically, considering that he could possibly die.
This must be what was in his uncle's mind when he schemed everything behind Gio's back, contemplating that no matter what kind of demon he had become today, it was still nothing but fakery before a true messenger of chaos and immorality, a forged art being compared to real masterpieces.
In Gio's honest opinion though, all this misunderstanding just boiled down to a single thing - Conrad lacked knowledge about what he truly had! Which made sense since he had yet to tell about him to anybody, not even Sofony.
”I don't want anymore bullshitting with you, my dearest uncle.”
Gio stared at the bookshelf to his uncle's left piercingly and said, ”Fred Mendez, come out. I want to show you something that will change that insane mind of yours.”
Conrad couldn't help but laugh, ”What are you saying? He's not here.”