infodatos Chapter 103: Pervert Rick?
Chapter 103: Pervert Rick?
Chapter - 103
Evelina raised her eyes from the neatly arranged files spread across her desk, her inquisitive gaze fixed on the awaiting maid. "Did he...?" she inquired with a hint of intrigue.
The maid, a figure of modest efficiency, nodded in response. "Yes, miss," she confirmed, a subdued urgency in her tone. "Initially, he seemed rather opposed to the notion. However, when I pressed for his preference, he surprisingly insisted on having the boy attend to him."
"Is that so?" Evelina, the epitome of poise, considered this revelation with a thoughtful furrow of her brow. After a pregnant pause, she nodded as if coming to a silent conclusion. "Never mind," she finally decided, her tone carrying a subtle note of dismissal. "You can go now."
"Miss..." The maid hesitated, lingering with unspoken questions. "Why are you giving him so much importance? He doesn't seem that reliable."
Evelina, seated behind her desk, met the maid's gaze with a contemplative expression. She leaned back, her fingers interlaced, and sighed softly. "It's because you don't know him like I do," she explained, her voice carrying a weight of conviction. "He might not look like it, but he is the reason why I am still alive in front of you."
The maid's eyebrows furrowed in skepticism, prompting her to continue, "But..."
"You don't need to pay too much attention to him. Just ensure that '17' is doing his job right," Evelina instructed the maid with a tone of authority.
"You can rest assured, miss," the maid assured Evelina with a nod, a sense of dutiful determination in her demeanor. "I will keep an eye on him. Then I will take my leave." She made a move to exit, but Evelina halted her with a raised hand.
"Also, get some women. Based on the preferences from Rick. They might come in handy," Evelina added, her voice taking on a matter-of-fact tone as she issued the supplementary directive.
"Will do, miss," the maid nodded dutifully but pressed on, "But I don't think he would be interested in any other woman."
"Men might say something, but it might not be entirely true," Evelina smiled with a hint of resignation and waved her hand dismissively. "Just do as I say."
"Yes, miss." With that affirmation, the maid gracefully exited the room.
"Young boys, huh?" As the door closed, Evelina leaned back in her chair, a subtle surprise flickering across her features. "I didn't expect that."
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Meanwhile, after the maid had departed, Rick ushered the boy back into his room. Striding ahead, Rick settled into the plush confines of a chair, positioned strategically within the room. The boy, in response, came to a halt approximately seven to eight feet away from Rick.
Seated comfortably, Rick observed the boy standing before him, hands clasped behind his back, his posture subtly leaning forward, and eyes fixated on Rick. It was a stance of anticipation, a silent readiness for instructions yet to be issued. The air hung with a palpable expectation, and the boy stood awaiting the instructions from Rick.
"What is your name?" Rick finally broke the silence, his gaze fixed on the boy.
"Seventeen, sir," came the prompt response.
"Seventeen? Is there some meaning behind that?" Rick inquired, curiosity tinting his tone.
"Yes, sir. We were twenty boys at the orphanage, and I was named seventeen. From what I can think of, it was easy to keep track of us this way," the boy explained, his response delivered with a matter-of-fact clarity.
"Orphanage? What about your parents? How did they die?" Rick's inquiry held a sympathetic undertone, a genuine concern for the young boy. "Do you remember anything about them?"
"I don't know anything about my parents, sir. My earliest memories are from the orphanage itself," the boy replied, his expression unchanged, as if the weight of the unknown bore no visible impact on him.
"Oh, you poor thing," Rick sympathized, a genuine pang of sorrow in his voice. "Come here." Driven by an instinctive urge to comfort, Rick felt compelled to offer solace. Without reservation, the boy complied, walking towards Rick. Unexpectedly, he settled onto Rick's lap, a gesture devoid of hesitation or reservation.
"Huh..." Rick's surprise lingered as he felt the unexpected movement from the boy. The innocent intention of a comforting pat had taken an unforeseen turn.
'Never mind, he is just a kid,' Rick tried to reassure himself, dismissing any inappropriate implications. With a gentle touch, he placed his hand on the boy's head, attempting to convey comfort. "Everything will be alright," he murmured in a soothing tone. However, the gentle smile on his face froze suddenly in the unsettling realization.
"You..." Rick was horrified. The boy with his tiny hands was rubbing them against his thigh, his hands slowly caressing his thighs, and moving up towards his thing.
The boy, 'Seventeen', entered the room, but notably, there was no tray in his hands.
"Where's the food?" Rick inquired, the pleasant smile that had adorned his face earlier now replaced by a stern expression. If he was going to integrate this boy into his plans, the repulsive and unsettling tendencies needed to be addressed and eradicated.
"Sir, I am sorry, but the miss has asked for your presence. Your breakfast will be served there with miss," the boy stated with a slight bow in front of Rick.
"What does she want from me?" Rick inquired.
"I am sorry, sir, but I was not made aware of the reason," Seventeen replied.
"Alright, wait for me outside," Rick instructed the boy. "I need to freshen up first."
"Certainly, sir," Seventeen nodded and promptly exited the room, leaving Rick to prepare for the mysterious summons from the miss.
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Evelina fixed a piercing gaze on Rick, the tension in the room practically crackling. "Have you uncovered anything significant yet?" she inquired, her impatience evident in the creased lines on her forehead.
Rick, comfortably ensconced in a lavish dining chair, was partaking in an extravagant banquet that would make even royalty envious.
Spread out before him was an opulent assortment of culinary delights, a gastronomic masterpiece that included the sumptuous Lobster Thermidor, the indulgent Wagyu Beef Wellington, a sublime Truffle Risotto, the exquisite Oysters Rockefeller, and a sinfully rich Chocolate Soufflé awaiting its turn as the pièce de résistance. With each carefully orchestrated bite, he relished the symphony of flavors.
Each bite was savored with gusto, the rich flavors dancing on his palate.
Meanwhile, the air hung heavy with Evelina's frustration, an almost tangible force that heightened the drama in the room.
"Mmm, this Beef Wellington is truly exquisite," Rick murmured, his words muffled by a mouthful of the delectable dish, creating a challenge for Evelina to grasp his meaning. Despite the impediment, he continued, "And yes, I did manage to uncover something."
Growing increasingly frustrated by Rick's nonchalant attitude, Evelina pressed him further. "What? Don't keep me in suspense—tell me!"
Finally swallowing his bite, Rick looked up, a mischievous glint dancing in his eyes. "It appears that your circle... you affluent, rich individuals, are a peculiar bunch of deviants. Nurturing young boys to cater to the whims of elderly men. Your family seems to have quite the unconventional tastes."
Evelina's lips tightened with irritation. "I was asking about my grandmother," she retorted sharply, the gravity of her inquiry contrasting with Rick's seemingly cavalier revelation.
Rick, as though a light bulb had just flickered on, nodded with feigned realization. "Ah, yes, that. Well, I would need a starting point, wouldn't I? You haven't exactly handed me any clues."
Evelina, her patience teetering on the edge, pressed further, "What do you need, then?"
Casually, Rick replied, "I don't know, perhaps her reports or some relevant documents would be a good place to start."
"Fine, I'll have them delivered to your room," Evelina conceded, her tone a blend of irritation and desperation. "Is there anything else you require, or can you finally get to work?" The urgency in her voice revealed the underlying tension, the weight of the situation pressing down on both of them.
Rick dabbed his mouth with a napkin, casually discarding it. "Nothing else for now. I have had my fill. I will be in my room, and if you need me, spare the calls. Just come over, and we can have a heart-to-heart chat."
Evelina couldn't hold back a cautionary note. "Rick, keep in mind that I am bending over backward to accommodate your requests, so I expect tangible results from your investigation." The warning lingered in the air, a subtle reminder of the stakes at play and the urgency that underscored their collaboration.
"Don't be unreasonable. I've been shouting from the rooftops that I'm no detective. You practically lured me into this with a bag of cash, and now you're warning me about consequences?" Rick sighed, a trace of annoyance evident in his eyes.
"Well, money does grant me the luxury of being unreasonable," Evelina retorted, her affluent nonchalance unapologetically asserting itself.
"..."
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