THE LIFE OF A MAN
PART 337'S

Happy reading..

England ....

“You all leave this place, right when my brother gets out (You all leave this place, right after my brother comes out ) ....” said Putra to the three people who were in front of the door of the hotel room where Jaeden and his wife were staying, after Putra got out of there and closed the door.

“Yes, Sir.”

Three people whose count is the Son's men are currently speaking aloud.

Then the Son glanced for a moment at the situation near him standing up.

Then asked about the two Jaeden who he said were heading to their place when Putra was still in his hotel room Jaeden earlier.

“We’re already ‘took care’ two of them, Sir (We've ‘managed’ both, Mr )-“

“Hem.”

The son only replied with deheman while he was mangosteen.

“They won’t be found quickly (They won't be found in a fast time )”

“Just make sure that you guys won’t let anything left on them that can lead the evidence to you, your Boss and especially to me and my brother (Just make sure you don't leave any evidence that points to you, your Boss and especially to me and my brother )”

“We will, Sir .... We did everything cleanly (Surely, Mr .... We did everything neatly )” replied one of the men named Tommy confidently.

The son was bearded again.

Then Putra continued the steps that paused for a while, when the door to the hotel room where Jaeden was staying was open and Garret was seen there. Where before long Garret had aligned her steps with the steps of the Son.

**

“Are you sure he will get our message ( Are you sure he will get our message )?” said Garret who had come out of the hotel room Jaeden and his wife, while he asked the Son who was now walking beside him.

Garret has done her job.

And now-he and Putra were standing in a corner of the hotel where they were, staring at a point where there was a crowd there that looked like a press conference.

"He will (Surely he will see it )-"

“What a big smile he had, heh (Smile is wide once, heh )?!” cynical Garret as her eyes looked disgusted in addition to cynical at a man who was facing journalists in front of her with a big smile.

“We’ll see if he can keep smiling after this (We'll see if he can still smile after this ) –“ said Son, with him also looking at the same object with Garret while tilting.

“It’s time (It's time ) ...”

Garret said as the crowd was silent and the people in the crowd turned in one direction, where Hezekiah was already there.

And Hezekiah had just been heard interrupting loudly, the one who was talking with a confident face while showing some things to the journalists in front of him.

The son nodded in response to Garret's words as he moved his feet towards the point of the crowd, where there was someone who desperately wanted Son to take his life in the most painful way.

**

Meanwhile, in a different corner from Putra and Garret, before they stepped closer to the crowd of people who were near one man speaking on one small podium.

“I would like to thank all of you who are willing to come here and accept my invitation. Especially to all of you, dear reporters and journalists (I want to thank all of you for coming here and fulfilling my invitation. Especially to all of you journalists and journalists )-“

“He was full preparation, though (He was full of preparation too, yes )?-“

Meanwhile, on the other hand that was not so noticed by their party that crowded, there was Accursio and Hezekiah whose gaze was the same pointing to the same point.

Hezekiah snorted cynically after hearing Accursio's speech earlier.

“Kingsley Smith’s wealthy is uncountable (Kingsley Smith's wealth is infinite ) –“

“Ya, you’re right (You were right ) –“

“That’s why he working that hard recruit influential people here to be on his side behave on Kingsley Smith’s name.”

Hezekiah said, still staring at the same point he and Accursio noticed, while walking closer unnoticed by those who were busy in the crowd.

“What a very big name that late Rery’s family name (What a big name whose family the late Rery had )”

Accursio then commented.

“No wonder that foxies exposed to join him and helping him getting what that m*therfuck*r wants due what they can get from Kingsley Smith’s wealthy and lever here (It's no wonder the crafty people are willing to join together and help the bastard get what he wants considering what they will get from the wealth and influence of the name Kingsley Smith )”

“But everything he did until this far will be useless, also his hardworker will be replacing by an awful tortures to death (But everything he has done so far will be free , also his hard work will be replaced by terrible torment until his death later )“

A low-pitched, relaxed voice was heard interrupting the conversation between Accursio and Hezekiah, which made the two of them momentarily stop their steps while turning to the source of the voice - where there were two men they knew were standing casually at one point.

**

Meanwhile in the crowd, though,

The man who was on the podium now began to speak seriously after having a chance to greet those who were around him.

Someone then approached him, and gave him a box that was a small suitcase the size of a paper file.

“Is that real doucments? (What are the original files )? ...”

Then the voice of a woman who looked like a journalist made the attention of everyone near the woman was fixed on her.

And the woman who had just asked that smiled casually looked at the man who was on the podium and seemed a little focused on watching him.

Had looked serious – men who dominated the conversation earlier, but then he reviewed the smile on his lips.

**

After smiling the man who was standing on the podium in the meantime, then spoke. “Maybe you to get close here to see if this real papers or not? (Maybe you want to come over here to see if these files are real or not? ) ...”

While the man on the podium smiled and looked at the female journalist who asked him a question earlier.

“I’m just asking, Sir (I just asked, Mr. ) ..” said the female journalist, responding to the man's offer of the podium.

“Then may I continue? (Well, can I continue? )” said the man standing behind the temporary podium, smiling.

“Please,” says the female journalist.

“What a big sore I had to what happened to my foster Dad, the great Kingsley Smith – and to some people who are loyal on him which come victims by the mean people who slayed them inhumane, where’s my brother and his small family – Rery Christensen Kingsley Smith was also come the victim too.”

“(Truly I am very sorry for what happened to my foster father, The great Kingsley Smith – and to some of his loyalists who fell victim to the cruelty of one who slaughtered them without humanity, where my brother and his little family – Rery Christensen Kingsley Smith also fell victim )”

“Our condolonce, Sir (We are also condolences, Mr. )” said one journalist who was then followed by others. Which is indeed the death of Kingsley Smith and – loyal people it is the actions of people who do not like the success and greatness of the name Kingsley Smith – at least the rumor that develops, so electrifying.

“Thank you. I appreciate that (Thank you. I really appreciate it )” responded to the man standing behind the podium in the meantime.

Then the situation back to the discussion of the successor of Kingsley Smith by si ‘men podium’ – call it that, say so, with him explaining who survived the terror he said was the enemy of Kingsley Smith.

**

“Ah yes, Sir ( Ah yes, Mr )-“

“Yes?.”

“I ever heard that Rery Kingsley Smith has a son (I've heard if Rery Kingsley Smith has a boy – boys )?.”

“Yes he is. But I’m afraid that boy was gone already too (Yes indeed. But unfortunately, the boy is gone too )”

“Are you sure (Are you sure )?.”

****

To be continue .....