I'm a Master in India

The palace seemed more refined than the first time I saw it, and the stone carvings on the walls were proof.

Now, not only the facade, but even the small alley on the right side, show signs of carving.

The stonemasons gave full play to their skills on the cornerstones, carving them like gems from the eaves down to the second cornerstone at the base of the wall.

The glass on the upper floor spanned the entire facade, larger and more imposing than before.

It was clear that the palace's income was quite good, as every detail had been meticulously polished.

It was still the same gray-black door. Hela led Ron inside; she had already made arrangements.

"Excuse me, sir, servants are not allowed inside," the guard at the door stopped Anil and the others.

"I will not leave my master's side!" Anil grabbed the guard's collar, ready to throw him onto the street.

"Mr. Suhr," that Abu walked over, "The Madam does not like outsiders disturbing her. Your safety is threatened in the palace."

"He is my family," Ron pointed to Anil, "He came with me today to broaden his horizons."

Abu frowned. Of course, he knew Ron was deliberately making excuses for the servant, but thinking of the Madam's instructions, he conceded a step.

"He can come in, but he must stay in the lobby on the first floor."

"Thank you," Ron nodded, then gave Anil a look.

This was already a huge concession; usually, even important figures didn't receive such treatment.

People came to the palace to enjoy themselves and would never allow servants the chance to pry into their secrets.

Indian servants would also never step into such a place with their masters; they had that self-awareness.

Madam Elizabeth might have intended to show favor, specially making an exception for Ron.

Abu turned and led Ron and Hela upstairs. Anil stayed by the staircase in the lobby, where he could get a glimpse of what was happening upstairs.

Abu was still as eerie, speaking in a high-pitched voice with a hint of disdain.

"The Madam is in the room. She will see you immediately. I will go prepare tea."

Abu led them to the third floor, then turned and left. The corridor was completely silent.

"Has the soundproofing been changed here? It's more effective than before," Ron looked around. This was his first time on the third floor.

"It's nap time now, every afternoon from two to five. It's not usually this quiet; it's because she knew you were coming."

Hela led Ron to a door of a certain room. It was also completely silent here, without a sound.

"Are you ready?" she asked.

"I think so."

"Then let's go in."

She knocked twice, turned the doorknob, and they entered.

In the square small room, there was only a carpet, drawn silk curtains, and two large flat cushions. There was nothing else.

Hela grabbed Ron's arm and led him to the cushions.

The dim evening sunlight filtered through the beige curtains. The walls were bare, painted a yellowish-brown, with a metal grate about one square meter embedded in one wall.

Below it was a wainscot. Ron and Hela sat on the cushions, facing the grate, like confessing in a church.

"Hela, I know why you're here. You've overstepped this time."

The voice came from behind the metal grate. Ron frowned and looked behind it.

It was pitch black inside; nothing could be seen. Madam Elizabeth sat in the dark space, as if invisible.

"Ally is our friend. I think that was a misunderstanding," Hela's voice was cool and clear.

Madam Elizabeth laughed, a gurgling laugh from her windpipe, a laugh that made one frown and lose all interest.

"Hela, you haven't come to see me in a long time. I often think of you. Now you've neglected me for so long, yet as soon as you come, you want to take away what I love most."

"Ally is not only my friend but also Mr. Suhr's friend. She cannot stay here."

"Is that so?" Madam Elizabeth's tone was strange. "I know why you don't come here often anymore. You have someone you like, don't you?"

When she said the word "like," she seemed to be grinding her teeth, enduring something with great effort.

Her voice was hoarse and uncomfortable, like a hateful, resentful curse after smoking heavily.

"Mr. Suhr, Miss Hela, your tea," Abu said.

His sudden appearance startled Ron. This fellow had come over silently, without a single footstep.

He bent down and placed the tray between Ron and Hela. Ron glanced at him; Abu's expression remained indifferent, not even moving his eyeballs.

"Ah, yes, it's Mr. Suhr. You've fallen in love, haven't you?"

"I didn't come here today to discuss love," Ron frowned. "Ally, I'm taking her with me."

Hmm, neither too eager nor too distant, playing hard to get. He remembered Hela's instructions.

"Is she very important to you?" Madam Elizabeth's voice turned a few degrees colder.

"Of course."

"More important than Hela?"

"Both are important."

She started laughing again, a malicious laugh.

"See, Hela, this is your love."

"You care too much," Hela responded calmly.

"She owes me a lot of money, that girl. No one can leave the palace easily."

"How much does she owe?" Ron asked.

"Give your business card to Abu, Mr. Suhr."

Ron glanced at Hela, who nodded slightly. The specially made business card was handed to Abu, who held it and retreated out of the room, closing the door.

"Mr. Suhr, I've heard about you. It's quite remarkable. Just like this business card, dazzlingly brilliant. We had a small misunderstanding before. To show my apology, you can take Ally with you."

Ron and Hela exchanged glances, both seeing surprise in each other's eyes.

Just moments ago, it was a tense standoff, and suddenly it was calm and gentle. It was too strange.

"Thank you very much. On behalf of Ally..."

"You have a good relationship. You know her very well, don't you?"

"Of course," Ron said shamelessly.

"Then you must like her and are willing to come to the palace for her."

"You could say that," Ron continued to make things up, while inwardly thinking how gossipy this Madam Elizabeth was.

"Then go see her. Abu will take you."

Ron stood up, and Hela also stood up.

"Hela, you stay here. We still have a lot to talk about."

It was a command, carrying an unquestionable tone.

Damn it, Ron knew things wouldn't be that simple.

Hela was held back there, so he could only follow that eunuch out of the room.

Abu looked at him with disgust, the disgust of a servant whose master has been deceived, glaring angrily at the culprit.

This time, Ron was expressionless. I'm an important person, a Brahmin. Why would I bother with a dead eunuch?

Abu pushed open a room and pointed inside, saying, "You know that girl, so prove it to the Madam. This is her gift to you. You should thank her."

He had a look of anticipation on his face and stood right at the doorway, showing no intention of leaving.

Ron was a little suspicious but still walked into the room.

The door was open. The room was decorated with large movie posters, both Bollywood and Hollywood.

On a large bed lay two very young and beautiful women.

They both had golden hair, long and thick, with curled ends.

They were also very beautiful, with flawless pinkish-white skin and lipstick on their lips.

They wore very little clothing; Ron could see almost all their secrets at a glance.

The most puzzling thing was that their eyes were closed, as if they were asleep.

What the hell?

Ron walked over suspiciously and shook one of them. There was no reaction.

He couldn't tell which one was Ally; Hela hadn't told him. Actually, even if she had, it wouldn't have mattered, as the two looked almost identical in appearance.

Ron returned to the doorway. Abu was still standing there, and several people in black clothes had joined him, staring coldly into the room.

"Mr. Suhr, you only have one chance. The Madam said you like her. You have enough time to do anything. Afterward, you can take her with you."

"What do you mean?" Ron frowned.

"Miss Hela will know everything that happens here, but you must do it."

Damn it! This Madam Elizabeth was indeed a twisted pervert.

She thought Hela liked Ron, and now she insisted that Ron have fun with another girl right in front of her.

This girl was also her friend, Ally. Madam Elizabeth wanted to destroy Hela's love, to destroy it right in front of her.

She might have also seen through Ron being temporarily brought in by Hela to help, so she set up another test.

If Ron finished and took the other girl with him, then she wouldn't be blamed for not giving face.

Killing two birds with one stone, a malicious mind.

Damn it, Ron glanced down the corridor twice. This was a corner, and it was completely silent.

He guessed that even if he shouted now, Anil wouldn't hear anything. One was on the third floor, the other on the first, too far away.

And there wasn't enough time; this eunuch had already calculated everything.

Bang, Ron slammed the door shut fiercely.

Mary was right; this wicked Madam was indeed cunning and difficult to deal with.

She likely saw through Hela's plan from the beginning, but didn't completely fall out because Ron was there.

But she was also very angry. She wasn't a nobody to be manipulated.

She was one of the important figures in Mumbai, holding leverage over many high-ranking officials.

No one dared to treat her like this. Ron had wasted her proactive goodwill, so he had to be given a warning.

In the room, Ron also had a bit of a headache. What to do? He really didn't know which one was Ally.

Returning to the bedside, he carefully lifted the eyelids of both girls. They were sleeping very soundly, seemingly under the influence of some drug.

He sniffed carefully around them, not smelling the familiar anesthetic scent.

Then he leaned down and listened to their chests, getting a rough idea.

Hmm, it was drowsiness, not unconsciousness.

Unconsciousness is difficult to wake up from, requiring significant action, but there were people watching outside.

Drowsiness, on the other hand, was much easier to handle.

Ron looked around the room. The desk was full of girl's cosmetics, half-drunk wine, and a small plastic bottle.

Huh, Ron walked over, picked up the white plastic bottle, and examined it carefully. It was some kind of antidepressant.

Looking at the formula, his eyes lit up.

Without another word, he poured out a few pills, put them in the wine glass, and stirred vigorously.

While stirring, he also rubbed the side of the glass hard with his hand, artificially warming it.

After about two minutes, a pungent smell wafted from the glass.

Ugh, Ron himself almost vomited from this weird smell.

Time was urgent, so he immediately held the glass to the mouth of one of the girls.

"Uh..." The girl frowned in pain, as if enduring immense torment.

"Ally! Ally!" Ron called softly in her ear.

"Who..." The girl's eyelids fluttered, and she struggled to open her eyes.

They were sky-blue eyes, incredibly beautiful.

"Are you Ally?" Ron stared at her closely.

"You know me?" The girl lay there, holding her forehead. Her head was heavy and groggy, and she didn't even have the strength to sit up.

What luck! Ron was overjoyed. One in two chance, and he got it right.

"I'm Ron, I..."

"Why does your mouth smell so bad!" Ally turned her head away in disgust.

Ron couldn't keep it together. He casually put the glass back on the desk, then directly grabbed Ally's shoulder.

"Listen, the situation is urgent. You have to cooperate with me..."

Abu stood motionless just outside the door. Five minutes had passed, and he hadn't heard the movement he wanted.

"Ah!..." There was a cry, very intense.

Huh? Abu was startled.

The sound continued, becoming more prolonged and filled with pleasure.

The men at the door exchanged glances, then turned their heads away, pretending not to hear.

They didn't dare to be presumptuous in front of Abu. This castrato greatly hated such things.

You could tell by his increasingly gloomy face. He must be holding back anger, jealousy, or some other kind of fire.

The cries lasted for half an hour, finally leaving her voice hoarse.

After a moment of silence, Ron came out with a flushed Ally.

"Can I leave now?" His eyes held a smile.

"Please do, Mr. Suhr," Abu said through gritted teeth.

"Thank the Madam for me. I will always remember her hospitality today!"

Ron supported Ally and left.