I am a master in India

Chapter 193 Dangerous Person
Mary and Lena live in the Little Portugal district of Bandera, which has the most colorful and European-style old houses in all of Mumbai.

Many of the old houses are still inhabited by the descendants of the original Catholics who migrated to the area.

This place is very close to Bollywood and is a Catholic neighborhood, making it a perfect place for foreigners like Mary and her friends to live.

The apartment was decorated in a cozy style, and the floor-to-ceiling windows offered a pleasant view of palm trees, the beach, and the sea.

The interior decoration is very sophisticated, but it is not the gaudy Bollywood style. There are no gilded mirrors hanging everywhere, nor are there giant crystal chandeliers.

From furniture to curtains, everything is predominantly light-colored, which seems out of place in India's vibrant and colorful society.

"Aren't you all being too sensitive about the palace?" Ron sat on the balcony with his legs crossed.

“You don’t know her at all.” Mary smiled, a contemptuous smile.

She held a fruit knife in her hand, and with a slight movement of her nimble fingers, the gleaming silver blade flew up and down.

In the blink of an eye, the peeled mango was placed in front of Ron, so fast that he couldn't even see it.

"Who? That Mrs. Elizabeth?" He took a bite; the mango was sweet.

“All the rumors about her outside are true, and even more dangerous. She first went to Delhi in the 60s, and at that time, Delhi was as wild and unrestrained as most Western capitals.”

"So she really does have a KGB background and is spying on those big shots?" Ron raised an eyebrow.

"I can tell you with certainty that Lady Elizabeth was stunningly beautiful in her youth, and many prominent members of the Congress Party were infatuated with her."

"Wow! No wonder so many people want to go to the palace, they must have heard the rumors about Delhi."

“She was quite unruly in Delhi, with scandals, suicides, and political assassinations.”

Mary said that just two years ago, there was a murder trial in Derry, and Lady Elizabeth was the main figure in that case.

Two prominent men died in her New Delhi palace; one was a local councilor, and the other was more sensitive.

Later, a witness who was not in her favor disappeared, and another witness was found hanged at his doorstep, so the case could not be continued.

Although Lady Elizabeth escaped unscathed from the incident, she was forced to leave New Delhi and move to Mumbai.

As a result, just a few months after the Royal Palace in Mumbai opened, another murder occurred on the street behind the palace.

“Everyone knows that case is related to her, but she has a lot of dirt on people, including high-ranking officials, so they don’t dare to touch her. She can do whatever she wants because she knows nothing will happen.” Mary looked at him.

“It’s dangerous,” Ron nodded, “but why do you know so much about it?”

“Because we are observing her every move,” Lena suddenly said.

“Girls, my gut feeling tells me you’ve got your eyes on this dangerous guy.” Ron shrugged.

Mary smiled but didn't say anything, her hand spinning the fruit knife even faster. Lena sat askew on the balcony, kicking one leg wildly.

“Listen, I don’t want anything to happen to you. You know she’s in danger.”

“But some things must be done, like revenge.” Mary flipped her hand and put the fruit knife away.

“That’s right, we tracked them all the way from Brazil to Mumbai just to put an end to this!” Lena crossed her arms and proudly raised her head.

Ron was amused by her appearance; she had a baby face, and whenever she acted serious, it always had a comical quality.

“You should be worried about yourself, not us. She’s more cunning than clever, but not stupid either,” Mary reminded him.

"Hela asked me for help. If it's just a meeting, there shouldn't be any danger."

"Don't forget how she got hold of those big shots' dirt on them," Lena said, glancing at him furtively.

"You mean the girls there? No, I'm not interested. I prefer you guys."

Lena's lips curled into a smile, but she quickly pursed them. "I'm not talking about those idiots, I'm talking about Hela. That bitch has had designs on you for a long time, I can tell."

“Cough, I promise I won’t do that with her in the palace,” Ron said solemnly.

“Lady Elizabeth maintains her position by cultivating relationships with important figures in the palace. She will definitely try to lure you in so that you can become nourishment for her to expand her power. Be careful.” Mary said very calmly.

"That trick of hers didn't work on me. You know, all the actresses I know are Bollywood stars."

Can the foreign women in the royal palace compare to Bollywood actresses? Any Indian knows the answer.

Ron's standards have been raised; ordinary goods no longer catch his eye.

Mary wanted to say something more, but Ron had already steered the conversation toward the newly established Sun Entertainment Company.

"Have you looked at Sunil Dutt's file? Do you have any good suggestions?"

“We are currently looking at two that look promising, both of which are large investments.”

"How much?" Ron asked, somewhat intrigued.

"Fifty million rupees."

Well, that's nearly seventeen times the cost of "Praise to the Mother," which is indeed a huge investment.

"How much money do we have left in our account?" he asked.

“The box office potential in North India has been almost exhausted, with a total box office of 4400 million rupees. After deducting entertainment tax and state tax from other states, we can get 1900 million rupees.”

What about distribution rights outside of North India?

"Less than three million rupees."

“2200 million, that’s our profit.” Ron nodded.

The actual box office figures for North India are definitely higher than that; that Balam will almost certainly have manipulated them.

Using Uttar Pradesh as a reference, he reported box office figures that were several million less.

He pocketed most of the money, but unfortunately the transactions were all done in cash, so Ron and his team couldn't verify the exact ticket sales figures for all theaters in those regions.

Without computers or distribution channels, business relies entirely on mutual conscience and relationships. It would be a miracle if they could accurately collect every single share.

After deducting the bonuses paid to the production team and the publicity costs, the final revenue was less than 20 million rupees.

This money belongs to Ron Mary and her two companions, and it remains untouched at Sun Entertainment.

"We'll take another look at which projects to invest in in a couple of days. We need to be careful, since our Bollywood capital is all here."

"Lena and I will find out all the gossip behind these projects, and we will be absolutely sure of it."

They did keep a close eye on the palace, but that didn't stop them from wanting to make a name for themselves in Bollywood.

"Are you sure you want to dress like this?" Ron shook his head awkwardly.

“Is there something wrong with this outfit?” Hela asked, a mischievous glint in her eyes.

"It's itchy and uncomfortable."

Ron took off his boots and put on formal dress shoes, conservatively tailored black trousers, a sharply defined shirt, and a tie.

"Just bear with it, it'll be fine in a little while, and it fits perfectly."

“I’ve never worn this before. The weather in Mumbai doesn’t allow it, even though it’s November and winter.”

“Don’t forget you’re a big shot; that’s how you project an image.” Hela looked him over with satisfaction.

Oh, he's even more stylish than a model.

If she didn't have something to do later, Hela would have pulled him into the room right now.

"Hopefully there won't be any surprises. I've asked everyone, and not a single one has ever seen Mrs. Elizabeth."

Don't overthink it, maybe she really wants to get to know you.

"Nonsense, there are plenty of big shots in Mumbai."

"Remember what I just said, you need to act neither too enthusiastic nor too cold. In short..."

"I understand, it's about playing hard to get."

“That’s right. She has a strange sense of pride and insists on getting the business cards of every important person who visits the palace. Using this, we can easily rescue Ellie.”

As she spoke, Hela pulled out a business card made of textured pearl white linen paper with elegant black italic embossed lettering.

“What is this?” Ron asked.

"These business cards are custom-made for you."

It says Ron Sueer, founder of the Sueer Group.

"Oh, when did I establish a group company?"

"Right now, darling, we should get going."

This was Ron's second visit to the palace, and coincidentally, both times he went with Hela.

His outfit was specially made after Hela personally measured his measurements.

As Ron came down from her apartment, he gestured, and the Ford parked on the side of the road immediately started moving.

Anil himself led the group to sit in the front row, while Ron and Hela sat in the back. Two yellow and black taxis followed behind them.

No way, Ron wouldn't be stupid enough to storm the palace alone; he has plenty of bodyguards.

"Good heavens, isn't this a bit too much?" Hela was taken aback by the massive procession.

"Isn't he the big shot you were talking about?" Ron asked, puzzled.

“Well, this is indeed very grand. However, the palace is not so easy to enter. Important people obediently abide by the rules set by Lady Elizabeth.”

"We'll see when we get there," Ron said dismissively.

Regardless of whether we can get in, it's always good to bring more people.

"By the way, none of those important figures have ever met Mrs. Elizabeth?"

"Rarely, most of the time I look at her photos."

"Ok?"

“She would have someone take photos of her, one every month, and then send them to her preferred clients.”

"How strange!" Ron muttered. "Does she have some weird fetish?"

"Nobody knows. Some people say she was in a car accident and was severely disfigured, so she doesn't let people see her face."

Some say she's ill, others say she doesn't even exist, that it's a conspiracy to cover up the person truly running the palace.

Ron almost laughed; the rumors were indeed outrageous. Well, it was confirmed from Mary and the others that Lady Elizabeth was a real person.

"What do you think is the reason she refuses to see anyone and is hiding behind the scenes?"

“I once spoke to her through a screen, and I think she was too conceited about her appearance, morbidly conceited, and therefore somewhat hated getting old.”

She certainly couldn't stand the slightest imperfection in herself. In those photos, she was always under thirty, with no wrinkles on her face, no dark circles under her eyes, and every strand of hair was shiny and smooth.

I think she's hopelessly narcissistic; even if she lives to ninety, those monthly photos will still make her look like she's thirty.

Well, this kind of person really is like a pervert, especially when faced with a woman who is more beautiful than her.

As they spoke, the palace came into view in the distance.

(End of this chapter)