I'm a Master in India

As Ron led Ally towards the stairs, Hela was already waiting there, as if she had received the news ahead of time.

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

"My head... it's very dizzy," Ally said disjointedly, a strange blush on her face, leaning limply against Ron.

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

"Let's get out first," Ron gave her a look.

Abu was watching intently from nearby, but did not speak to stop them.

There was a mirror in the corridor 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 passages.

Mrs. Elizabeth could observe the guests' every move through there at any time.

Perhaps the room Ally had just been in had one, but at that time she was holding Hela back, so she probably didn't have a chance to see Ron's performance.

Ron and Hela supported Ally and quickly went downstairs.

Abu, who had been watching them, had disappeared at some point.

Anil, who was waiting on the first floor, breathed a sigh of relief when he saw the three of them.

He had been listening carefully, and as long as he heard Ron's shouts, he would rush up with his men regardless of the consequences.

The few of them didn't linger here and quickly walked towards the street-facing gate, where a car was waiting for them.

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

His face pale and beardless, he stared directly at Ron, his eyes filled with disgust, resentment, and a coldness.

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

He didn't know where this eunuch's hatred came from, maybe it was that whole 'a servant dies for his master' thing again.

Who cares? Ron returned a contemptuous look; other important figures were afraid of Mrs. Elizabeth, but he wasn't, he had no handle in the palace.

Just now upstairs, this dead eunuch had set him up, and once they were out of the palace gate, it was hard to say who would be in charge outside.

Abu didn't say a word, he handed Ron a sealed large envelope, then stepped aside.

Mrs. Elizabeth kept her word this time and didn't make things difficult for them.

The few of them had no time to think about anything else, and only after putting Ally into the car did Ron breathe a sigh of relief.

Turning his head, the palace gate had already closed.

"Ally, how are you? Did anyone there do anything to you?" Hela kept calling out.

She felt a little guilty, Ally was a good girl, and she was worried that the palace would use those torturous methods.

"No, I've only been here for two days, luckily you came in time." Ally's head was still a little groggy, "It's just that my throat is uncomfortable, that guy kept making me scream, I couldn't stop.

Oh, who is this rotten guy? I suspect he peed in my wine glass."

Ron, sitting next to her, found it both annoying and amusing.

As expected, this girl was rebellious and thick-skinned.

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

"What! You bastard are disgusting! You drank whiskey mixed with urine, and then you kissed me, right? Ugh... damn..." Ally started to retch.

"Hey!" Hela slapped Ron, her eyes reproachful.

Ron burst out laughing, this silly girl actually believed it.

"I'd rather you slept with me than kissed me with your mouth," Ally cried out in despair.

"He's teasing you, he wouldn't do something like that." Hela explained helplessly, "Oh, by the way, did you mean just now that you didn't..."

"No!" Ally immediately shouted, "We were acting, I fell asleep then, and he woke me up."

Suddenly she stopped and stared directly at Ron with her beautiful sky-blue eyes, "Buddy, you wouldn't be a eunuch like that weird guy, would you?"

Ron was stunned, what the hell...

Hela burst into laughter, doubling over with laughter; she had never been so happy as she was now.

"I suddenly regret it, I shouldn't have woken you up.

You know, I can do a lot of things."

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

This guy is actually quite nice.

Well, she suddenly didn't hate him so much anymore.

"Oh, right, Ally said she was asleep, how did you recognize her? You don't know how nervous I was when Mrs. Elizabeth told me to stay, I was going crazy!"

Hela had to force herself to stay calm at the time, she knelt on the cushion, constantly pressing her thighs with her hands, as if comforting herself.

She hadn't expected Mrs. Elizabeth to do this, and she hadn't had time to describe Ally's appearance to Ron.

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

Today's events almost completely ruined everything.

"Did you forget my other identity?" Ron said with a slight smugness, "They call me Dr. Sur."

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

"Doctor?" Ally's eyebrows furrowed.

The cognitive leap from eunuch to doctor was a bit too much for her.

"When alcohol and monoamine oxidase inhibitors, which are antidepressants, are mixed, they are accompanied by an abnormal smell.

That very strange smell is enough to stimulate you to wake up from your sweet dreams."

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

"Hey, do you have some misunderstanding about me?" Ron glared at her.

"That's good, that's good! I won't hold you accountable for stealing a kiss from me."

She smiled happily.

"You're amazing!" Hela put her arm around his, a genuine smile on her face, a smile filled with pride.

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

"Why do you say that?"

"You have to be careful with him, this guy doesn't seem like a good person."

"I'm still here," Ron glanced at her unhappily, "I even saved you just now."

"Who told you to be a fake gentleman..." Ally muttered, and then quickly announced loudly, "I want to stay in Mumbai, I like this city!"

"No! You have to leave tomorrow, I've already bought your plane ticket." Hela objected.

"My embassy passport will be ready soon, and my family will definitely take care of it, they won't dare to do anything to me." Ally was nonchalant.

"Let's agree now, if you end up in the palace again, I won't go save you again," Ron reminded her.

"Why?"

"It's too silly, saving you multiple times would be useless.

Besides, I also offended that Mrs. Elizabeth today, and her servant almost hates me to death."

"I don't care, I want to stay.

Hela, I like you!"

The two women on the side were arguing and making noise, so Ron simply flipped through the letter in his hand, the one Abu gave him.

Ron examined the front and back, the envelope was made of handmade paper, pink, slightly larger than a palm.

The top was blank, with no writing on it.

Ron tore off a corner and opened the envelope, finding a black and white photo inside.

An indoor photo, the room dimly lit, filled with many expensive decorative items from different eras and cultures.

Among the deliberately cluttered items, a woman sat on a chair resembling a throne.

She was wearing a floor-length evening gown that covered her feet, one hand resting on the armrest of the chair, the other hand making a gesture like a king waving or elegantly dismissing a subordinate.

Her hair was golden, her hairstyle meticulously styled, and the cascading curls framed her round and somewhat plump face.

Her almond eyes looked directly at the camera, her gaze carrying a surprised indignation that made her seem a little neurotic.

Her cherry mouth was set in a firm pout, pulling up her soft chin.

Is this Mrs. Elizabeth? The stunning beauty?

Ron didn't think so, the face staring at him, in his opinion, was more like arrogance, resentment, fear, indulgence, and narcissism.

At the bottom of the photo was a line of large red letters: Mrs. Elizabeth is very happy now.

"You received her photo?" Hela saw what Ron had in his hand.

"I feel like she lives in another world."

"I hate this photo." Ally frowned, the person in the photo made her uncomfortable all over.

"How many people in Mumbai would give anything for it.

Those who can receive her photo are all important figures here."

"I don't want to be her important figure." Ron shrugged and handed the photo to Hela.

"Talking to her is indeed uncomfortable all over," she accepted the photo.

"Where are we going next?" Ally asked excitedly.

"I need to go back to Sur Electronics, there are still a lot of things to deal with there."

"What?" Ally stared at him curiously with her sky-blue eyes.

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

"What about this guy?" Ally asked.

"If I go, where will you sleep?" Ron rolled his eyes exasperatedly.

"Actually, there's a place," Hela suddenly said, "My apartment has more than one room."

Huh, Ron blinked, he knew what Hela was thinking.

It was already evening when they went to the palace, and now it was even later.

Forget it, he wouldn't be able to deal with many things even if he went back to Sur Electronics now.

So Ron made a gesture, and the Ford car drove straight to the Colaba district.

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

"Don't take it off, just this outfit, I love it!" Hela shouted.

She loved Ron's outfit so much that she couldn't wait a moment longer.

Ally, who was eavesdropping at the door, pouted, the sound wasn't good at all, not as good as her performance in the palace just now.

Damn it, that bastard actually woke her up.

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

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

When he left, Ally had dark circles under her eyes and was very displeased with him.

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

Isn't it good to go back to Switzerland and be a rich girl obediently? Running to Mumbai to relax, her brain is fried.

Ron still had important business to attend to, he wanted to buy land, the large piece of wasteland north of Sur Electronics.

Mumbai now was not as crowded as it would be in the future, with a population of less than 15 million, not the later 26 million.

There were still large areas of barren land in the central region north of South Mumbai and in the northern suburbs.

Even after the millennium, famous top new areas like Bandra and Juhu didn't have many people at this time.

If he didn't act now, he would be letting down his savings of tens of millions of rupees.

At the end of '93, the Indian economy had only been open for two years, and many self-made businessmen hadn't made their fortunes yet.

Ron was already a step ahead, and as long as he secured that piece of land, he could pretty much truly sit at the table and eat.

PS: Stop talking about updates T_T, the author is already working very hard.

There will be a burst of updates for one to two weeks every month from now on, really no more than that.

I'm currently saving manuscripts for the burst of updates later.