I am a master in India

Chapter 195 Leaving the Nest
When Ron led Ellie to the top of the stairs, Hela was already waiting there; she seemed to have received the news first.

"How are you, Ellie?" She came over to help him.

"My head is spinning," Ellie said haltingly, a strange blush on her face, her body limp as she leaned against Ron.

"You..." Hela hesitated, her expression complicated.

"Let's go outside first," Ron winked at her.

Abu was watching closely from a short distance away, but did not say anything to stop it.

There was a mirror in the aisle behind him, and Ron’s intuition told him that Mrs. Elizabeth was watching them from behind.

Hela had told him that most parts of the palace had special passageways through which Lady Elizabeth could observe the guests' every move.

Perhaps it was in the room Ellie was in, but she was holding Hela back then, so she probably didn't have a chance to see Ron's performance.

Ron and Hela helped Ellie quickly downstairs. Abu, who had been watching them, had disappeared without them noticing.

Anil breathed a sigh of relief when he saw the three people on the first floor.

He listened intently, and as soon as he heard Ron's cry, he would lead his men to rush forward without hesitation.

The group didn't linger there, but quickly walked towards the gate facing the street, where a car was waiting for them.

But someone stopped them at the door; it was Abu.

His pale, beardless face stared straight at Ron, his eyes filled with disgust, resentment, and a chilling aura.

This was also a psychologically twisted pervert, just like Mrs. Elizabeth, Ron made his judgment instantly.

He didn't know where the eunuch's hatred came from; it was probably just another case of a subject dying for his master.

Who cares? Ron returned a disdainful look. Other important figures were afraid of Lady Elizabeth, but he wasn't. He had no leverage over the palace.

That damned eunuch upstairs just now tricked him. Once you're outside the palace gates, it's not certain who's in charge anymore.

Abu didn't say a word. He handed Ron a sealed envelope and then stepped aside.

This time, Lady Elizabeth kept her promise and did not make things difficult for them.

The group had no time to spare; Ron only breathed a sigh of relief after they had put Ellie in the car.

Turning around, I saw that the palace gates were already closed.

"Ellie, how are you? Did the people there do anything to you?" Hela kept calling out.

She felt a pang of guilt; Ellie was a good girl, and she worried that the palace would resort to those torturous methods.

“No, I’ve only been here for two days. Luckily you arrived in time.” Ellie’s head was still a little dizzy. “It’s just that my throat is sore. That guy kept telling me to shout and not stop. By the way, who is this jerk? I suspect he peed in my drink.”

Ron, sitting to the side, was both annoyed and amused. This girl was indeed rebellious and oblivious.

"You should thank me for this piss, otherwise you'd still be stuck in the palace and unable to get out."

"What! You bastard, you're disgusting! You drank whiskey laced with urine and then stole a kiss from me, didn't you? Ugh~ fucking." Ellie started gagging.

"Hey!" Hela patted Ron on the shoulder, her eyes full of reproach.

Ron laughed heartily; this silly girl actually believed him.

"I'd rather you slept with me than kiss me with your mouth," Ellie screamed in despair.

"He's teasing you, how could he do something like that?" Hela explained helplessly. "By the way, what you just meant was that you two didn't..."

“No!” Ellie exclaimed immediately. “We were acting. I was unconscious at the time, and he woke me up.”

Suddenly she stopped and stared straight at Ron with her beautiful sky-blue eyes. "Dude, you're not a eunuch like that weirdo, are you?"

Ron was stunned. This was fucking ridiculous.
Hela laughed heartily, so hard she almost fell over; she had never been happier today.

"I suddenly regret it. I shouldn't have woken you up. You know, I can do a lot of things."

"Hmph," Ellie wrinkled her small nose, seemingly realizing she had said something silly.

This guy is actually a pretty nice person.

Hmm, she suddenly didn't dislike him as much anymore.

"By the way, Ellie said she had passed out. How did you recognize her? You have no idea how nervous I was when Lady Elizabeth asked me to stay. I was almost going crazy!"

Hela could only force herself to calm down. She knelt on the cushion and pressed her thighs repeatedly with her hands, as if to soothe herself.

She hadn't expected Mrs. Elizabeth to do this, and she hadn't even had a chance to describe Ellie's appearance to Ron.

She thought that after a simple negotiation, they could leave with Ellie.

Today's events almost went wrong.

“Have you forgotten my other identity?” Ron said with a hint of smugness. “They call me Dr. Sue.”

"Oh!" Hela's beautiful eyes lit up.

"Doctor?" Ellie frowned.

The leap from eunuch to doctor was quite significant for her.

"When alcohol is mixed with monoamine oxidase inhibitors, which are antidepressants, there is an unusual odor. That very strange smell is enough to wake you up from a sweet dream."

"So you didn't pee in the glass?" Ellie's eyes lit up.

“Hey, do you have some kind of misunderstanding about me?” Ron stared at her.

"That's good, that's good! I won't hold it against you for stealing a kiss from me." She smiled happily.

"You're amazing!" Hela hugged his arm, a genuine smile on her face, a smile brimming with pride.

"Hela, is this guy your boyfriend?" Ellie suddenly asked.

"Why do you say that?"

"You need to be careful of him; this guy doesn't seem like a good person."

“I’m still here,” Ron glanced at her with displeasure. “I even saved you just now.” “Who told you to be such a fake gentleman,” Ellie muttered, then quickly announced loudly, “I’m staying in Mumbai! I love this city!”

“No! You have to leave tomorrow. I’ve already bought your plane ticket,” Hela objected.

"My passport from the embassy will be ready soon. My family will definitely take care of it. They won't dare to do anything to me," Ellie said nonchalantly.

“Let me make this clear first: if you end up in the palace again, I won’t come to your rescue,” Ron warned.

"why?"

"That's foolish. No matter how many times I try to save her, it's all in vain. Besides, I offended that Lady Elizabeth today, and her servant hates me to death."

"I don't care, I want to stay. Hela, I love you!"

The two women beside him were arguing, so Ron simply looked through the letter in his hand, the one Abu had given him.

Ron examined the envelope from both sides. It was handmade paper, pink, and slightly larger than his palm.

The top was blank, with no words written on it. Ron tore open a corner, opened the letter, and found a black and white photograph inside.

An interior photo shows a dimly lit room filled with expensive decorations from different eras and cultures.

Among the haphazardly arranged items, a woman sat on a chair that resembled a throne.

She wore a floor-length evening gown that covered her feet, one hand resting on an armchair, the other making a gesture of either a king's wave or an elegant dismissal of a subordinate.

Her hair was golden blonde and meticulously styled, with long, wavy curls that accentuated her round and somewhat plump face.

Her almond-shaped eyes stared directly at the camera, her gaze filled with surprised indignation, making her seem somewhat neurotic. Her cherry-like lips pouted firmly, pulling her delicate chin upwards.

Is this Lady Elizabeth? A stunningly beautiful woman?
Ron didn't think so; to him, that staring face looked more like arrogance, resentment, fear, spoiledness, and narcissism.

At the bottom of the photo was printed a line of large red text: "Lady Elizabeth is very happy now."

"You received her photo?" Hela saw what Ron was holding.

"I feel like she's from the previous world."

“I hate this photo.” Ellie frowned; the person in the photo made her feel uncomfortable.

"So many people in Mumbai would love to have her. Those who can receive her photos are all important and influential figures here."

“I don’t want to be her big shot.” ​​Ron shrugged and handed the photo to Hela.

“Talking to her was really uncomfortable.” She accepted the photos.

"Where do we go next?" Ellie asked with great interest.

"I need to go back to Suer Electric Appliances; there are still many things to take care of there."

"What?" Ellie stared at him with her sky-blue eyes, full of curiosity.

"Just drop us off downstairs at the apartment building. Ellie will stay at my place tonight."

“And what about this guy?” Ellie asked.

"I'm going, where are you sleeping?" Ron rolled his eyes in annoyance.

“Actually, there is space,” Hela suddenly said. “My apartment has more than one room.”

"Huh?" Ron blinked; he knew Hela was thinking about it.

They arrived at the palace in the evening, and now it was even later.

Forget it, I can't get much done going back to Suer Electric Appliances now.

Ron then gestured, and the Ford headed straight for the Colaba district.

As soon as they arrived at the apartment, Hela pulled Ron into the room.

"Don't take it off, I like this dress!" Hela shouted.

She absolutely loved Ron's outfit and couldn't wait a second longer.

Ellie, who was eavesdropping at the door, pouted. "The shouting wasn't pleasant at all; it wasn't as good as her performance at the palace."

Damn it, that bastard woke me up.

If only he weren't a doctor, he wouldn't have had a choice back then.

After Hela screamed all night, Ron left the apartment early the next morning.

When Ellie left, she had dark circles under her eyes and was very unhappy with him.

Ron pretended not to see it; the girl was probably just in a bad mood because she couldn't stay in Mumbai.

Why don't you just go back to Switzerland and be a rich girl? Why did you come to Mumbai to relax? Are you out of your mind?

Ron had an important matter to attend to; he wanted to buy land, a large tract of wasteland north of Suer Electric.

Mumbai at that time was not as crowded as it would become in later years, with a population of less than 1500 million, instead of the 2600 million that came later.

In the central region north of South Mumbai and in the northern suburbs, there are still large tracts of barren land.

Even after the turn of the millennium, prestigious new districts like Bandera and Juhu had very few residents.

If we don't act now, it would be a huge waste of his tens of millions of rupees in savings.

At the end of 93, just two years after India's economic liberalization, many self-made businessmen had not yet made their fortunes.

Ron has already taken the lead; if he can acquire that piece of land, he'll practically be able to sit at the table and eat.

P.S.: Please stop talking about updates T_T, the author is already working very hard to write.

I'll be updating intensively for one to two weeks every month from now on, that's really the most I can do.

I'm currently saving up the manuscript for a big update later.

(End of this chapter)