Then at the restaurant. Frans continued to enter the restaurant, he looked for a seat he had ordered. And there was a man dressed not like a detective. Blue collared shirt and faded jeans. The man was very familiar in Frans' eyes. His feet kept moving, and the man looked up with a meaningful smile at Frans.
Frans then pulled a chair in front of the man who was now standing and gave a little salute. He was so shy to Frans.
Yes, how could it not be, Frans has made a big contribution to his life and also to his little family who was starving. And that was ten years ago when Frans still looked ten years young.
"Now, what should I do, Mr. Frans?" asked the man with a worried and worried face.
"You go far away, take your wife and children out of this country. Edward already suspects you!"
"What? H-how could Mr. Edward suspect me? I-are my statements at the police inconclusive?" The man was increasingly frightened, his hands trembled at the news. He intended to help Frans, but everything went wrong when his partner had to be killed by the hired robbers. Her plans with Frans go awry. His partner was too serious and acted anarchistic when the hired robbers began to act in Edward's company.
"No, your acting is good. It's just that Edward is a very sensitive child, even though he sometimes doesn't care. And your partner's stupidity and carelessness for not being informed about this matter, then his lost life cannot be avoided!" Frans said trying to calm the man who suddenly became weak. "Now, I order you and your family to leave the country before Edward and the police start looking into you!"
"S-so Mr. Edward is investigating me, Mr. Frans?"
Frances nodded. "There will be a detective Edward will hire to catch you. And luckily, those detectives are acquaintances I can compromise with!" said the old man. "Soon his men will come to see us. I will tell you all our plans!" he continued, he sipped a cup of cappuccino coffee that the waiter had just placed. Her eyes continued to see the man's nervousness.
His face was downcast, his fingers began to clench into fists. He was really worried about himself and his little family. Occasionally those burly, hairy hands wipe away the sweat that suddenly appears even though the air is so cold by the air conditioner.
"Why are you nervous?" Frans asked, startling the man, his eyes glanced briefly at Frans who was putting down his cup. Then he looked down again because his heart was beating erratically. "Are you afraid that snot-nosed brat will catch you?" Frans continued asking more specifically.
The man nodded slowly. The look in his eyes was still the same. "I'm just worried about my wife and child. And our life has just risen from poverty after you gave me the job, but now... I don't know what to look for in the country I'm going to live anymore!"
Frans leaned forward to meet the man's face. His hands are resting on the table. "You forgot, this cooperation is based on a contract we signed together. I will bear all your living expenses, as long as you obey orders and don't divulge this secret!"
"Y-yes... I understand, Mr. Frans. I'm just worried, Mr. Edward will know before I go abroad. You know, I don't want to go to jail."
"Don't be stupid, it's your attitude that will get us all caught and found out. You better calm down, after seeing the detective and also talking about your future life, you can get away from here!" Frans insisted. She hated the stupid attitude of the man in front of her, too cowardly and effeminate.
The man was silent, like it or not, he had to get rid of his fear according to Frans's advice and orders.
"Drink your coffee, and eat the food before things get cold. Consider it a bonus that you did everything as ordered, huh... even if it's a bit sloppy and messy!" Frans suggested, he took another sip of his coffee.
It wasn't long before a man in a hat and leather jacket approached him.
"Master Francis!" called the tall and quite big man. France turned.
"Hey ... detective Clownie," Frans hurriedly put down his cup. Stand up and greet the man who just arrived. The man in front of Frans also stood up and shook hands with him. "Please, sit!"
Clownie sat down according to Frans's request. He put his cowboy hat on.
"What do you want to drink, I'll order it for you!"
"No need Mr. Frans. I still have work to finish, so it's better if we talk to me about the problem you want to investigate!"
"Ooh... all right!" said Frans, and he began to detail the problem to the detective. And the detective just nodded in understanding.
"So I just gave false data about him? And as if I already investigated?"
Frances nodded. "You are a great detective!" praise.
The detective laughed "You are praising Mr. Frans too much. I will give you all the manipulative data later after I make it." The detective then stood up and shook hands with Frans and the man. He left after putting on his hat.
"Good, problem one solved!" said Frans. Then he took out his files from the bag. "These are your passports and those of your wife and children." Frans handed over his passport which was still in the blue folder. The man rushed to open it, he saw the data in the passport. Perfect.
"And then this is a check for 50 million dollars. As per our agreement at the beginning!" A plain white envelope was given to the boy. "Now you can go to the country you want to live in!"
The boy opened his eyes wide. A fantastic figure that he had never had before. That's a lot of money to support him and his family in the new country.
"Okay, my time here is up," Frans said, looking at the hands of the watch on his wrist. He then stood up and glanced at the man, who was none other than Immanuel. "And I have fulfilled my obligations according to the applicable contract. So, I hope you and your family will not demand anything more from me." Frans also left Immanuel who was still stunned by the number on the check.
Frans stood in front of the restaurant, waiting for Edward's car to come to pick him up. After about ten minutes he waited, the luxury car came in front of him. His smile widened as he looked back for a moment, he was afraid that Immanuel would run into Edward.
"Have you spoken to the detective, Uncle?" Edward inquired curiously. Frans sat next to his Young Master.
"Yes sir, and today the detective starts work."
"Good!" he said. "We're on our way, sir!" Edward ordered his driver. The car left the restaurant where Immanuel was still in it.
He was still stunned by the check and also his passport. There is a visa to stay for him and his family.
"Was my decision right?" asked Immanuel. He put the check in the bag along with the passport and other files. Then he left the restaurant after a few minutes of thinking. "I think this is indeed the right choice than me going to jail!" he whispered again. Called a taxi and left the restaurant.
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To Be Continued.