BILLION BUCKS (ENGLISH)

BB.07 DOMINIC ARCHER (revisi)

Four hours have passed since the auction took place. Currently, Jean was on a way that didn't know where she was.Jean was silent along the way. She even didn't want to ask. It was hard for her to say even a word.Jean was too busy with her own thoughts. She thought about what her fate would be. It encouraged her to open the door of this luxury car to throw herself down. But of course, Jean didn't do it. She knew that jumping out of the car wouldn't kill her. And she thought about what her father would be like if she died.She was grateful that her father was only sad for her because she thought the man wouldn't just let go of his money.Two hundred billion was not a little. Jean was sure the man would do anything to get his money back. She didn't want her father to endure it all, bearing all the deeds done by her stepmother again.Sad, angry, disappointed, and afraid mixed together into one. Jean felt sad because she would be far from her father. She was mad at her stepmother, who had sold her in a brothel. She also disappointed with herself for not being able to put up a fight. And now, she was afraid of what would happen after this.Jean has indeed given up on what happened later. But the thought of that man doing more than her stepmother did to her made her guts shrink. Jean guessed what would happen to her later.'Am I going to be made a prostitute, a mistress or worst of all, will I be made a s*x slave by a man named Dominic?' That's what Jean thought about her future.Jean saw shady trees along the way. Her hand gripped her dress tightly. This was very far from where she lived.Jean was only accompanied by Dominic's bodyguard. Dominic? She didn't know where he was. Jean and Dominic haven't spoken since the auction.Jean lost her mind until she didn't realise that they had reached their destination.The door suddenly opened, making Jean startled."We have arrived." Dominic's bodyguard, whose name has not been identified, opened the door.Too scared, Jean kept quiet and didn't dare to step out of the car."Do you want to go out alone or I will get you out?" Said the man without expression, making Jean even more afraid.Jean quickly opened her seatbelt and got out of the car before Dominic's bodyguard did more."Follow me." Dominic's bodyguard ordered Jean to follow him and just walked without looking.Jean looked around. There was an artificial bamboo forest along the road. There was also a golf course with a shady and calm atmosphere.'Where will he take me?' Jean's mind wondered.Then, at the end of the road, there was a luxurious and magnificent house. A house with classic European style. Simple but elegant.Jean was gapped. She shook her head, awakening herself from her amazement.The door was opened automatically when Jean wanted to knock on the door first. And Jean was again gaping with the rest of the house. The house was so spacious with paintings adorning the walls, and not to mention the jars that Jean believed had a fantastic price. Jean regained her consciousness again and came back to thinking about the bad things of the house owner.'What does the house owner do? So many luxuries? Is the house owner illegal? Or a mobster?'Jean shook his head, trying to get rid of the evil thoughts of the house owner."Oh... God. Look. Who is at this door. Ieuww, look how ugly that face is." A man with a graceful style swirled around Jean's body with a sharp gaze judging her head down to her toe.Jean just blinked at the graceful man judging her appearance. 'Who is this man with long hands?' Jean muttered to herself.Jean meant the slender hands were those of the graceful man named Eliot because his hands always smoothed his short hair with his flimsy fingers."Stop staring at her like that, Eliot. She's our guest." A beautiful woman with perfect face, perfect body and perfect curves came."What?!! This loser woman is the one that Mr Dominic means? And I told you just call me Eli, damn it." Eliot grambled. He didn't want to be called by his real name."Your name is Eliot, why should I call you Eli?" The woman replied to Eliot and pulled him away from Jean by pulling his back collar."Well, Miss, I was instructed by Mr Dominic to treat you well. Let me take you to the room that we have prepared. Come with me." Said the woman, telling Jean to follow her to the room she said earlier.Jean just followed without saying anything. Her brain was too tired to digest the current situation and left Eliot, who was still babbling incoherently."What is your name?" The woman asked Jean all the way to Jean's room."Jean, I'm Jean. May I ask?" Said Jean carefully."Sure, you must have a lot of questions to ask. And call me, Delia." The woman named Delia introduced herself."Who is Dominic? What does he do? Is he a mafia? Where is he now? And what is the motive for bringing me here?" Jean asked lots of questions in a row.Delia stopped her steps."Wow !!! One by one Miss. You don't know who Mr Dominic is?" She asked back.Jean shook her head in a sign that she didn't know."Geez, Miss. He is a successful young entrepreneur. His name and face always appear in famous magazines. And he's not a mafia. I think you want to go with him because you know who he is." This time, Delia's eyes looked serious.Jean just quietly looked at a sudden change in Delia's attitude. Delia saw Jean strangely staring at her back to normal. "I've just answered the question who is Mr Dominic and what he does. And he's not a mafia. And as to where Mr Dominic and what motive brought you here, later you will find out yourself. Are you satisfied with my answer?" Delia asked.Jean didn't answer. To be honest, Delia's answer wasn't satisfactory for her. But she refused to ask further and chose to nod her head."Okay, we have arrived. Inside, there are clothes that are ready for you to wear. Call me if you need anything.' Delia was about to leave, but Jean called her."Wait." Jean stopped Delia's steps."Who is the man below and who you are to Mr Dominic?" Delia turned and smiled faintly."Eliot? He is Mr Dominic's personal stylist and I am his trusted secretary."Jean was silent."Do you still have questions for me?" Delia asked, confirming."No, thanks." Jean tried to smile even though it was a forced smile."Let me go first. Don't hesitate to call me." After saying that, Delia left Jean with a thousand questions in her brain.