Chapter 1
The city of Saphuri was located in the north of the country. It was known for its thriving and attractive tourism, but especially for its docks in the southern part of the city, which were a commercial hub that was extremely wealthy and coveted by all the mafia clans in the region. The city was partly surrounded by a sea rich in fish and seafood. The fishermen’s union was one of the most powerful. The western part, also known as Little Eldorado, was the richest area of the city... and even of the whole region. Five-star hotels, luxurious casinos, trendy bars with VIP entrances, Michelin-starred restaurants, luxury shops selling jewellery, perfumes, designer clothes, and brand shoes... And all these wealthy assets were firmly in control by the powerful businessman Nakarin Singte: 70 years old, billionaire, widower. His only child, a 27-year-old man named Namsong, had spent the last 15 years of his life in the Netherlands and England, where he had chosen to devote himself to studying piano and fine arts. This choice had driven the Asian Don Corleone to despair, for who would rule with an iron fist over everything he had gained at the cost of so many human sacrifices when the time came?
And it seemed that the time came much sooner than he thought. Nakarin Singte was diagnosed with a very aggressive form of lymphoma. Life expectancy: one year. He knew that the vultures would descend on him as soon as they found out. The decision was made very quickly... he needed a strong alliance. Someone who would run his empire with a hand as strict as his. At the same time... he needed an alliance that would defend and protect Namsong. An alliance through marriage...
That evening, he summoned his secretary:
- Chan, call Khun Saeng-aaron for me, quickly.
- Yes, master.
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Saeng-aaron Taratree woke up with a terrible headache. Last night, he hadn’t done what he usually did. He had drunk... he didn’t know how many bottles of champagne. There had been more than 10 women and men around him, but he couldn’t remember if he had slept with any of the men or women. He would have slept longer. The clock was only 7:00 a.m. Who dared to call so early? Holding his forehead with his hand, he looked at the screen of his phone, and his eyes suddenly opened wide as if someone had pulled them out. The screen read... The Old Man.
Oh, no... not him.
He didn’t feel like listening to his father’s endless complaints and criticism this morning. So he completely ignored the calls that kept coming back in waves like a bull charging at a red cape. Under the avalanche of calls, he fell back asleep like a baby after a warm bath.
Boom, boom, boom!
Boom, boom, boom!!
-Boss! Boss! Boss, wake up!
Boom, boom, boom!
- Boss, it’s bad, open your eyes! Open the door! Boss! Boss!
Taratree stirred, grumbling discontentedly. He slowly emerged from his soft, warm bedding and opened the door.
Thor, his chief bodyguard and right-hand man, burst in like a storm. His face was red and sweat was pouring down his forehead as if he had been running a marathon.
- Boss, the bodyguards of the Boss are right here to take you to him! Why did you turn off your phone?! The boss is furious! Get dressed quickly, these guys aren’t joking, they’ll carry you to the boss in your underwear!
Taratree covered his ears with his hands and kept his eyes closed.
- Stop yelling... my head is splitting…
He didn’t get to finish his sentence... Four gorillas in black suits appeared in his room. They were 190 cm tall, just like him, and weighed over 100 kg of muscle, and were unbeatable in a fight. They were his father’s bodyguards. He did not even dare to breathe in front of them.
One of them took a few steps towards him.
- Khun Taratree, we received orders to take you to the company. Your father is waiting for you in an urgent meeting.
