Chapter 193 Dangerous Person
Mary and Lena live in the Little Portugal area of Bandra, which has the most colorful and European-style old houses in Mumbai.
Many of the old houses are still inhabited by descendants of the original Catholics who migrated here.
This place is very close to Bollywood and is also a Catholic gathering area, making it very suitable for foreigners like Mary to live in.
The apartment is very cozy and the floor-to-ceiling windows overlook the pleasant palm trees, beach and sea.
The interior decoration is very exquisite, but not gaudy like Bollywood. There are no gilded mirrors hanging everywhere and no giant crystal chandeliers.
From furniture to curtains, everything is mainly light-colored, which seems out of place in India, a country with rich colors.
"Are you too sensitive about the palace?" Ron sat on the balcony with his legs crossed.
"You don't know her at all." Mary smiled, a contemptuous smile.
She held a fruit knife in her hand, and with a slight movement of her nimble fingers, the silver blade immediately flew up and down.
In the blink of an eye, the peeled mango was placed in front of Ron, so fast that he couldn't even see clearly.
"Who? That Lady Elizabeth?" He took a bite and the mango was very sweet.
"Everything that's out there about her is true, and it's even more dangerous than that. She first went to Delhi in the 1960s, and back then, Delhi was as wild and unruly as most Western capitals."
"So she really has a KGB background and is gathering intelligence through those bigwigs?" Ron raised his eyebrows.
"I can tell you for sure that when she was young, Lady Elizabeth was stunningly beautiful, and many important figures in the Congress Party were fascinated by her."
"Wow! No wonder so many people want to go to the palace. They must have heard the rumors about Delhi."
"Her time in Delhi was not a peaceful one, from scandals, suicides to political murders."
Mary said that just two years ago, there was a murder trial in Delhi, and Lady Elizabeth was the protagonist of the case.
Two prominent men died in her New Delhi palace, both of whom were singing, one of whom was a local councilor and the other was more sensitive.
Later, one of the witnesses against her disappeared, and another was found hanged at the door of his house, so the case could not be continued.
Although Mrs. Elizabeth escaped the incident unscathed, she had to leave New Delhi and come to Mumbai.
As a result, just a few months after the opening of the Mumbai Palace, another murder occurred, and the crime scene was on the street behind the palace.
"Everyone knows that the case is related to her, but she has leverage over many people, including higher-ups, and they don't dare touch her. She can do whatever she wants because she knows nothing will happen." Mary looked at him.
"It's dangerous," Ron nodded, "but why do you know so much about it?"
"Because we are observing her every move." Lena suddenly spoke.
"Girls, my intuition tells me that you have targeted this dangerous person." Ron spread his hands.
Mary smiled but said nothing, spinning the fruit knife even faster. Lena sat crookedly on the balcony, one foot dangling and kicking.
"Listen, I don't want anything to happen to you. You know she's dangerous."
"But some things must be done, like revenge." Mary flipped her hand and put away the fruit knife.
"That's right, we tracked him from Brazil to Mumbai just to put an end to it!" Lena crossed her arms and raised her head proudly.
Ron was amused by her appearance. She had a baby face, but whenever she acted serious, she always looked funny.
"You should worry about yourself, not us. She's more cunning than smart, but she's not stupid either," Mary reminded him.
“Hela asked me for help. If it’s just a one-time meeting, there shouldn’t be any danger.”
"Don't forget how she got hold of those big shots." Lena glanced at him secretly.
"You mean the girls there? No, I'm not interested. I like you guys more."
Lian Na's lips curled up into a smile, but she quickly pursed her lips. "I'm not talking about those idiots, I'm talking about Hela. That bitch has had intentions towards you for a long time. I can see it."
"Well, I promise not to do that with her in the palace." Ron vowed.
"Lady Elizabeth maintains her position by winning over important figures in the palace. She will definitely find a way to trap you so that you can become nutrients to expand her power. You'd better be careful." Mary was very calm.
"Her tricks didn't work on me. You know, all I know are Bollywood actresses."
Can the foreign ladies of the royal palace compare to the Bollywood actresses? Any Indian knows the answer.
Ron's threshold has been raised, and ordinary things are not acceptable to him.
Mary wanted to say something, but Ron had already changed the subject to the newly established Sun Entertainment Company.
"Have you read Sunil Dutt's document? Do you have any good suggestions?"
"We are looking at two that look good and are both big investments."
"How much?" Ron asked with some interest.
"Fifty million rupees."
Well, it’s nearly seventeen times that of “A Tribute to the Unapproachable Mother”, which is indeed a big investment.
"How much money do we have left in our account?" he asked.
"The box office potential of North India has almost been exhausted. The total box office revenue is Rs 44 million. After deducting entertainment tax and state tax from other states, we can get Rs 19 million."
“What about distribution rights outside North India?”
"Less than three million rupees."
"22 million, that's our profit." Ron nodded.
The real box office in North India is definitely more than this. Balram will definitely tamper with it.
Taking Uttar Pradesh as a reference, the box office data he reported was about a few million less.
Most of this money was embezzled by him. Unfortunately, all transactions were completed in cash, and Ron and his team were unable to verify the exact ticket sales of all theaters in those areas.
Without computers and channels, business depends entirely on the conscience and friendship between each other.
It would be a miracle if we could accurately recover every share of the profits.
After deducting the bonuses given to the crew and the publicity and promotion costs, the final revenue was less than 20 million rupees.
The money belongs to Ron, Mary and the other two, and is still held in Sun Entertainment Company.
"We'll see in a couple of days what projects to invest in. We have to be careful because all our Bollywood capital is here."
"Lena and I will find out all the gossip behind these projects. We will never make mistakes."
They do keep an eye on every move in the palace, but this does not affect the two from wanting to make a career in Bollywood.
"Are you sure you want to dress like this?" Ron shook his head awkwardly.
“What’s wrong with this outfit?” Hela asked, a mischievous glint in her eyes.
“It’s itchy and uncomfortable.”
Ron took off his boots and changed into formal leather shoes, conservatively cut black trousers, a sharp-edged shirt and tie.
"Just bear with it, it will be fine in a while, and it will fit you perfectly."
"I've never worn it like this. The weather in Mumbai doesn't allow it, even though it's winter in November."
"Don't forget that you are a big shot. This is the only way to show off." Hela looked at him with satisfaction.
Oh, she's even more stylish than a model.
If she didn't have something to do later, Hela would have wanted to pull him into the room right now.
"I hope there won't be any accidents. I asked everyone, and no one has seen Lady Elizabeth."
"Don't think too much, maybe she really wants to meet you."
"Nonsense! There are plenty of bigwigs in Bombay."
"Remember what I just said, you have to be neither too warm nor too cold. In short..."
"I understand. It's about playing hard to get."
"Yes, she has a strange sense of self-esteem. She must get the business cards of every important person who visits the palace. By taking advantage of this, we can easily rescue Ellie."
As she spoke, Hela pulled out a business card, made of textured pearly white linen paper, with beautiful black italic embossed font.
"What's this?" Ron asked.
"Here's a business card prepared for you, tailor-made for you."
It says Ron Soul, founder of Soul Group.
“Oh, when did I set up a group company?”
"Now, dear, we should go."
This was Ron's second time going to the palace, and coincidentally, he went with Hela.
His outfit was also specially customized by Hela after she personally measured his dimensions.
Coming down from her apartment, Ron made a gesture and the Ford car on the side of the road started immediately.
Anil personally led his men to sit in the front row, leaving the back row for Ron and Hela. There were two yellow and black taxis following behind them.
Are you kidding? Ron would never be so stupid as to break into the palace alone. He has plenty of bodyguards.
“Oh my God, isn’t this too exaggerated?” Hela was shocked by the huge team.
"Isn't that the big shot you were talking about?" Ron asked curiously.
"Well, it is indeed very impressive. But the palace is not so easy to enter. Lady Elizabeth has set the rules, and the important people have to follow them."
"We'll talk about it when we get there." Ron said unconcernedly.
Regardless of whether you can get in or not, it’s always a good idea to bring more people.
"By the way, those bigwigs haven't met Lady Elizabeth either?"
"Very rarely. Most of the time I look at her photos."
"Um?"
"She had her photo taken every other month and sent it to her preferred clients."
"How strange!" Ron muttered. "Does she have any strange hobbies?"
“No one knows. Some say she was in a car accident and was severely disfigured, so she doesn’t let people see her face.
Some say she is ill, others say she never existed and it was a conspiracy to protect the person who actually ran the palace."
Ron felt like laughing; the rumors were indeed outrageous. Well, Mary and the others had confirmed that Lady Elizabeth really existed.
"What do you think is the reason why she refuses to see anyone and hides behind the scenes?"
"I've spoken to her across the screen, and I think she's terribly conceited about her looks, unhealthily conceited, and she kind of hates getting older because of it.
She certainly couldn't tolerate any imperfection in herself. In those photos, she was always under 30 years old, with no wrinkles on her face, no dark circles under her eyes, and every strand of hair was shiny and smooth.
I think she is so narcissistic that even if she lives to be 90, those monthly photos will still show her as if she were 30.”
Well, this kind of person does seem like a pervert, especially when facing a woman who is more beautiful than her.
As they were talking, the palace was already in sight.
(End of this chapter)
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