I am a master in India

Chapter 354 Cabbage

Chapter 354 Cabbage
"Who are you?" the girl asked.

“I’m here to visit Mr. Verma.” He sat down on his own.

“My dad isn’t home.” She stared at him.

"Leaving so early?" Ron glanced at his watch; it was not even ten o'clock yet.

Tsk, don't judges in New Delhi only start work in the afternoon?

"He went to a meeting and I don't know when he'll be back."

“Really? That’s a shame.” Ron glanced at the stairwell, then sat still.

The girl's eyes widened. Why isn't this person leaving?
"A guest has come to our door, shouldn't we at least have a cup of tea?" Ron, thick-skinned as ever, looked at them in return.

The girl grumbled reluctantly, then directed the servants to prepare tea in the kitchen.

What time does your dad go to work every day?

"do not know."

"Wow, that's so free. It's better to be a judge, no one cares."

“My dad works until 10 p.m. every night. He’s very hardworking and a good judge,” the girl immediately retorted.

"Really? Then why aren't you at work yet?"

"nonsense!"

"Guess where I just came from? The scales of justice, there's not even a lizard there."

"Because...because my dad is sick, he's not feeling well."

"is it?"

"Absolutely!"

"What's your name?"

"Isa." The girl covered her mouth as soon as she said it.

Her bright eyes blinked twice, as if she was annoyed by her quick tongue.

“My name is Ron.” He chuckled. “Isa, I need to speak with your father.”

"what's up?"

"A matter that requires the law to uphold justice."

She looked interested, but didn't speak. She just blinked, as if to say, "Tell me! Tell me!"
"You know, in Tamil, a woman was arrested by the police just because she had a few extra clothes in her house."

"How could this be?" she exclaimed in surprise.

"Right, you find it incredible too. They didn't even have any evidence, just said her assets were of dubious origin, and then sent that poor woman to jail."

"No! She must be an official!" Isa suddenly realized.

She wrinkled her nose and looked at Ron with displeasure.

The morning sun shone into the room, its rays filtering through the carved glass and dappling her pert nose.

She was very fair-skinned, with a high nose and deep-set eyes. Her eyelashes were also very long, and when the light shone on them, every detail of her shadow was clearly visible.

If she weren't wearing a light-colored sari, you could easily mistake her for a foreign woman.

“She’s an official, that’s true,” Ron admitted, “but even the law has to follow procedures, doesn’t it?”

“It seems like,” Isa thought he made some sense.

"Without evidence or witnesses, the court issued an arrest warrant. This is ridiculous. Good heavens, those clothes were just gifts her family bought for her from Mumbai."

"Have you been to Mumbai?"

"Oh, of course, I have some business there. In the last year or so, I've also been to Madras, Ahmedabad, Dubai, and Lucknow."

Dubai? I've heard it's a city in the desert?

"Actually, that place is quite nice. It's by the sea, and the resort hotel has stunning scenery. There's also a glass curtain wall building hundreds of meters high and an underwater pedestrian tunnel that will blow your mind. If you look up, you'll see fish swimming right past you."

"Really? How can a person walk underwater?"

"It's glass, just like when you look out the window, you can clearly see the plants, fish and shrimp in the water, and you can reach out and touch them."

“That’s great, Dad won’t let me go anywhere.” Isa rested her chin on her hand, her eyes sparkling.

"I'll take you there when I have time."

"Really?"

"Of course, I also know people in Dubai. When I get there, it feels like coming home."

"Then it's settled, I..."

"Cough!" A coughing sound came from the stairs.

A man wearing slippers got off the plane. He had slicked-back hair and wore black-rimmed glasses.

His expression was cold and stern, exuding an air of authority. He first gave Isa a reproachful glance, then finally swept his gaze over Ron with displeasure.

“Dad!” Isa happily got up and went over to support his arm.

"Isa, Dad is entertaining guests. You go upstairs." The frost melted, and a warm smile appeared on the man's face.

"Are you going to work today? Oh wait, you're not feeling well right now," Isa nodded, quite certain.

The man was somewhat helpless and could only wave his hand, "Listen to me, leave this to Dad."

"Oh," Isabella said sullenly, glancing towards the sofa.

Ron winked at her and mouthed a gesture.

"Cough!" The man coughed again.

Ron could hear that discontent clearly even from several steps away.

“Mr. Verma.” He rose and made a gesture of respect with his hands clasped together.

"Mr. Suer, what brings you here?" The man nodded and sat down.

"I went to the Scales of Justice first, but I couldn't even find anyone to ask for directions."

"Perhaps there's some kind of holiday today." Verma's expression was a little unnatural.

Going to the office this early? It would be a miracle if anyone was even there.

He was informed as soon as Ron entered the room.

As the Chief Justice, I receive countless visitors every day. They're either trying to curry favor or offering money.

Judges from those remote areas were desperately trying to curry favor with Verma, hoping he would get them transferred to courts in major cities. He had the power to appoint and dismiss judges within the judicial system, and all judges and lawyers in India depended on him.

The merchants sent money in hopes of getting a pardon, as they were involved in a case and hoped that a word from Verma would clear their names.

Too many people wanted to take shortcuts, so Verma simply refused to see them and closed his doors to visitors.

He had intended for Isa to deal with Ron, but before he knew it, Ron was almost swindled away after only a few words.

He had no choice but to come out. Isha was his youngest daughter, the apple of his eye. How could he let others covet her?

Verma showed no mercy to Ron, saying that no matter what kind of businessman you are, you're no match for the Chief Justice.

“Yes, Mr. Verma,” Ron said humbly, briefly recounting the situation in Tamil Nadu.

"I can't be of any help with this," Verma refused without even thinking.

Are you kidding? Do you think it's so easy to get involved in things that involve political struggles?
He had certainly heard about Jayalalita's case, which was causing a great stir not only in Tamil Nadu but also in other parts of India.

Moreover, the Delhi Supreme Court also reviewed the documents regarding the nearly fifty charges against the former Chief Minister.

"This case may indeed be complicated, but it is also a fact that the Tamil court violated regulations."

"The Supreme Court will not interfere with the actions of local courts until the facts of the case become clearer."

"This is against the rules. Can't New Delhi give them a heads-up?"

"Mr. Sull, please go back. I have to go to the main residence this afternoon." Verma stood up to see him off.

He was determined not to get involved, as it would only cause trouble and bring him no benefit.

Now that Verma has reached his current status, nothing can sway him anymore.

He cares more about his reputation and doesn't want any unforeseen complications to arise in the House of Representatives he leads.

As the Chief Justice, he wields immense power and can disregard anyone except the current President of India.

See, this is also a form of judicial independence.

If Ron hadn't been a well-known figure, he wouldn't have even sat down and said so much.

Leaving Verma's mansion, Ron was not discouraged; not everything in the world can be solved with money.

This trip to New Delhi may not resolve the issues as quickly as we imagined.

He first called Kavia and learned that she had taken action and that the other officials had not confessed, which put him at ease.

Using her position as a journalist, Kavia directly announced to the outside world that Jayalalita's jewelry and clothes were gifts from her niece.

One stone stirs up a thousand waves, and the media in Tamil State is once again buzzing with excitement.

This sounds incredible at first glance, after all, it's a fortune of hundreds of millions of rupees.

She's just a reporter for the Times of India; she couldn't possibly have that much salary.

At that moment, Kavia inadvertently showed her pendant to the camera, which had a photo of her and Ron on it.

Wow! There's big news!
Faced with a barrage of questions from her colleagues, Kavia didn't give a direct answer, but her meaning was crystal clear.

She doesn't have that much money, but her boyfriend does.

Surprisingly, many people accepted this explanation, since Jayalalita never explained the origin of those things.

If it was purchased by family members, it's understandable that they wouldn't disclose it to outsiders to protect their privacy.

Although the Tamil courts made no comment, Jayalalita was clearly under less pressure.

Things had calmed down, and Ron was no longer in such a hurry.

He's playing hide-and-seek with Verma right now; he's not in a hurry, he has plenty of time.

"Are you sure it's him? Are you sure it's him?"

“Young Master, I’ve been here the whole time, it’s definitely him. The judge has left!” Ishan quickly assured him.

“Okay, do as I say, throw this box through that window.” Ron pointed to the second floor of the mansion not far away.

"Yes, young master." Yi Shang led his men away.

They somehow got hold of a ladder, looked around to make sure no one was watching, and started setting it up right there.

Because there was no wall for the ladder to rest against, several people had to rely entirely on their own strength to prop it up, using their feet and shoulders to forcefully stand the ladder upright.

Ishan climbed up shakily, while those below gritted their teeth and desperately tried to stay upright.

Thank God the window is open!

Yi Shang glanced at it from a distance of two or three meters, then "whoosh" threw the box in his hand.

Thud, hit it squarely! The box landed on the carpet in the room.

"Great!" he said proudly, waving his hand.

As a result of this movement, the people below failed to grab on. Ishan lost his balance and fell.

"Ouch!" came a cry of pain.

A graceful figure appeared at the upstairs window, peering outside. She saw several people fleeing in disarray, the last one limping and looking utterly disheveled.

She raised her eyebrows as if to say something, but then saw a car parked on the side of the road roll down its window.

It's him!

Isabella was somewhat surprised.

Ron took out a box, waved it at her, and smiled.

Isa looked at her hand; it was the same box that had just been thrown into the room.

There was a note on it, roughly telling her how to use the things in the box.

Isa carefully opened it; it was a tiny black machine.

"A cell phone?" she read the instruction manual with great surprise.

Without thinking twice, she quickly turned on the device according to the instructions.

The phone's battery and SIM card were already installed long before Yishan threw it out.

So when Isha finished turning on her phone, there was a beep, and a text message arrived.

"Hi Isa, wanna go out and have some fun?"