I am a master in India

Chapter 355 Opening the Arch

The old man Verma treated Ron like a thief, specifically instructing his servants not to let Ron in if he wasn't home.

Fine, since you're going to do it this way, then Ron will no longer talk about martial ethics.

Did they really think that keeping him out would solve everything?
The Chief Justice is, after all, quite old and knows nothing about the latest technologies in the world today.

Cell phones have already become widespread in India, so Ron naturally wanted to make good use of them.

He lived through the era when men and women would hold their phones, heads down, lips pursed, and secretly chuckle as they sent text messages.

Isa simply needs a channel for external communication, and Nokia is just the right fit.

To hone his accuracy, after receiving orders, Yishan spent the entire afternoon throwing sandbags in the yard.

The effect was good; although it was shaky, it hit the target on the first try.

Ron wasn't worried about the Nokia being broken; it could be used as a hammer to make nails.

Sure enough, after Isha got the phone, she turned it on the first time following the steps on the note.

She was very curious; she had never seen a cell phone before.

However, being a young person, he only played with it for a few moments before figuring out how to use it.

She typed haltingly on the keyboard, taking a long time to reply with a text message.

"My dad won't let me go out."

"Go to Connaught Place, there's a new themed café there. And Anza Shopping Center, lots of brands are there."

Oh my, just thinking about Isabella makes my heart flutter. What girl doesn't love shopping? She's only 22, a restless age right in the middle of her life.

Unfortunately, Verma's family was very strict. Isa was always accompanied by a large group of servants when she went out, and she was not allowed to go to faraway places at all.

“If I go out, Aunt Sunita will definitely come with me.”

"It's okay, you can do it, you can do it."

"That"

"Go to Connaught Place first, and I'll find a way to meet you there."

Isa put down her phone and went to the window again.

Ron was still there, waving and smiling.

Isa smiled too; she was overjoyed and couldn't wait to fly out of the mansion and onto Connaught Place.

A person's heart can never be truly contained, especially one as young and vibrant as her.

Isa didn't dislike Ron; he was unlike any other Indian man she had ever met.

He doesn't wear sandals, chew betel nuts, or have a typical Indian mustache.

He spoke calmly, unlike typical Indians who gesticulate wildly.

Yes, he was as polite as a prince in ancient Indian books.

Of course, a handsome appearance and clean clothes also make it easy for people to feel close to him.

Isha acknowledges this, stating that Indian women are very open and straightforward in their relationships, without any of the subtle or affected affectation.

So she immediately took action, first changing into a beautiful dress, and then fiddling with the jewelry in her hair.

She's not wearing a sari today; they're going to a coffee shop. Most importantly, Ron is wearing a shirt and trousers, so a skirt would be a better match.

As Isa finished getting ready to go out, her servant and housekeeper, Sunita, looked ready to follow her out at any moment.

Sunita was muscular, with forearms thicker than the average man's arm.

When she stood next to Isha, she was like a small mountain, and ordinary Indian men couldn't get close to her at all.

Isa didn't mind. She told the driver to prepare the car. Then she got into the sleek ambassador's car and slowly drove out of the mansion.

They had barely left when a BMW parked on the side of the road quickly followed them.

In a place like New Delhi, if you drive any other car, people won't recognize you; only BMWs and Mercedes-Benzes are recognized.

Ron simply bought a BMW 7 Series, and driving it, the heavily armed soldiers in front of the minister's gate never stopped him.

"Ishan, have you seen that woman?"

"Young Master, are you referring to Miss Verma?"

"No, the mountain of flesh next to her."

"Huh?" Ishan was stunned.

"You handle her later."

Young Master Yi Shang wore a bitter expression.

"Is it difficult? I have a guy named Anand working for me, and he loves this kind of thing."

"I...I'll stop her even if it costs me my life," Yi Shang said through gritted teeth.

"That's right, you need to use your brain instead of always relying on brute force."

“Yes, young master.” Ishan sighed, preferring to face a burly man.

Soon the two cars arrived at the agreed location, a temple near Connaught Place.

Isa got out of the car and walked into the temple, with Sunita following closely behind.

The temple had a special area for women to pray and rest, and Isa had planned to look for an opportunity there.

Before they had taken two steps, someone suddenly bumped into them from the side.

Ishan aimed very accurately and crashed right into Suninita.

In an instant, he felt as if he had crashed into a mountain of iron, not a mountain of flesh.

Sunita flew into a rage, grabbed Ishan by the collar, and lifted him up.

"Miss Meimei, I'm so sorry, it was my mistake," Yishan stammered.

Sunita raised her thick, dark eyebrows. Was this guy talking about herself, not Miss Isaac?

"Please forgive my abruptness, Miss, you are so beautiful! I can't control myself, I want to hear your voice, and I want to feel your power." Ishan had a mournful face, but he still forced a smile and pretended to be happy.

The burly Sunita burst into loud laughter, which made Ishan's eardrums vibrate.

Ron, who was waving frantically in the distance, was also getting a sore throat from listening to it.

Saipan! Saipan!

That's all he can hear right now.

Sunita was confessing her love to someone in public for the first time. She was already in her forties, but had never been married because of her appearance.

Now, well, she's actually a little shy.

After all, she's a middle-aged woman, and this is her first time.

She gently put down her hand, which she had originally intended to lift up and shake.

She wanted to have a serious talk with Isha, but then something suddenly occurred to her. Sunita turned her head, but Isha was nowhere to be seen.

She was lifting her skirt and jogging towards a car.

"Miss! Miss!" she cried.

"Quick!" Ron opened the car door. "Get in!"

Isa hurriedly got into the car, which then sped away.

Sunita was abandoned, and Ishan was abandoned too.

One was pacing anxiously in circles, while the other was cursing Anil for being unfair.

He was supposed to be the driver, now he's doomed.

"How does it feel to be free?" Ron asked with a smile in the car.

“Great!” Isa’s chest heaved as she giggled.

That was so exciting! She had never done anything so daring before.

"Let's go, to Connaught Place!" Ron waved, and the car sped off.

Without the servants surrounding her, Isa felt incredibly comfortable.

She can eat whatever she wants and buy whatever she wants, without ever having to worry about manners.

Ron took her to a coffee shop, to a shopping mall to buy her pretty clothes, and to an amusement park.

The two sat on the carousel, slowly spinning around.

Yes, they were riding the same rocking horse, with Ron holding her from behind.

Isa was very nervous; the downy hairs on her ears seemed to tremble slightly.

"What are you worried about?" Ron approached her fair, slender neck.

"Dad will definitely be angry," Isa said, shrinking her neck and trying to avoid him.

How did he know?

“Aunt Sunita will definitely tell him.”

After letting loose for half a day, Isha started worrying about getting into trouble when she got home that night.

“Look, you are the master, and she is the servant. How can a master not have the means to control his servant? You have to make her listen to you.”

"How do we do it?" Isa asked instinctively.

Ron whispered something in her ear, and Isa's eyes widened in surprise.

"Isn't this a bit inappropriate?"

"Trust me, you are the master. If she truly cares about you, she will know what to do."

"Alright then." Isha was kind after all.

She received an elite education and knows many things that people from lower socioeconomic backgrounds don't. But her family was very strict, so she didn't have many opportunities to experience the other side of society.

Her friends and playmates were mostly the children of other officials. At most, they would go shopping or watch movies, and even then, they had several servants who stayed by her side at all times.

Today, I have very few opportunities to play freely and without restraint in an amusement park like an ordinary person.

Isa turned her head as if to say something, but then let out a sob and froze.

Ron launched a sneak attack and seized the opportunity to kiss her lips.

Isa was stunned; she had absolutely no idea what to do.

She's the Chief Justice's youngest daughter, a true daughter of a high-ranking official. Even at class reunions, the male classmates don't dare to misbehave.

Ron, on the other hand, went straight for it, catching Isa completely off guard.

In the end, she could only passively accept it, and softly collapsed into his arms.

After quite some time, the two reluctantly parted ways.

"Ron." It was only then that Isa belatedly realized she felt shy.

"I know what you want to say, but let me ask you a question first: were you happy today?"

"Yeah." She nodded.

"I am also very happy."

The two looked at each other and smiled.

"I still want to go to the movies," Isha said, regaining her usual liveliness.

"Now? Isn't it too late?" Ron looked at the sky; it was already evening.

"No!" she shook her head.

"Of course I have no problem, but isn't your dad about to get off work?"

“Judges get off work early, but that doesn’t mean they go home early; they have a lot of social engagements.” Isa winked slyly.

"Then what are we waiting for? Let's go!" Ron took her hand and led her to the car.

Yes, the two of them are already as close as lovers.

The speed at which young men and women fall in love is truly astonishing.

Isa might occasionally wonder if things were moving too fast, but being pampered, she couldn't resist this intense onslaught.

She received a modern education and wasn't as conservative as traditional women. Once she opened her heart, everything fell into place.

After the movie, it was already dark. Ron intended to take her home, but outside Connaught Place, a burly figure was guarding the ambassador's car, anxiously looking around.

Isa waved to Ron and walked forward with her back straight.

"Miss, if you don't go back soon, Master will be home soon," Sunita said anxiously.

"Yes, about today."

"Miss, today you went to the temple to pray for the master, and you also went to see a movie with Miss Qi Ni from the Minister of Commerce's family."

"Huh?" Isabella was a little confused.

“Miss,” Sunita suddenly became coy, “are you still coming to see the movie tomorrow?”

"what?"

"I mean Mr. Sue, do you want to see him tomorrow?" Sunita asked expectantly.

"Uh, you don't mind?" Isabella asked naively.

"Of course, I get along very well with Mr. Sue's servant."

It wasn't just pleasant, Sunita was absolutely thrilled.

(End of this chapter)