RE: Perverted Sugar Daddy System-Chapter 419 - 419: A Pig

When Jim introduced himself, in those few seconds he spoke, an accent that had been absent throughout our conversation appeared.
"You're from the deep west?"
"All the way from Fort Worth."
Jim had a grin as he answered, his western accent once more seeping into his speech, and he suddenly stopped, fixing me with a stare.
"And you, Mr Lawson, are a long way from home."
Not waiting for a reply, Jim resumed walking, and when he turned his attention to Nadia, I used the opportunity to retreat, following behind.
If Jim and by extension his boss had been looking to rattle me with their words, then they adequately succeeded, but they would be disappointed as it would not be in the way they pictured.
While I couldn't understand the intention behind the man's alternating accent, the information he shared, talks of Albert and the central bank, fully had my mind occupied.
Believing I was comfortably flying under the radar, only having my enemies to bother about, I hadn't conducted a survey to learn about my image in the eyes of upper society.
It was apparent now how naïve and ignorant I had been to think eyes wouldn't see and commit to mind that name that saw over a billion change hands.
This sudden exposure had me feeling uncomfortable but it wasn't something I couldn't get over.
The one that had my mind strained was the mention of the central bank. On its own those two words would draw blanks, but then there was a mention of 20 billion.
It was people that manned banks and authorized transactions, the movement of 20 billion dollars was not something that could be just hidden.
The Midaford's had no problem hiding their involvement or the transaction, and while they could more than do the same for me, they decided to leave it open, but it wasn't that simple.
Money could never just be left in the open, there was always someone ready to snatch it, so basically, I had been left to the sharks.
"No way I just carried myself to a shark's cave."
There it was, I figured out the true workings of the current situation, and seeing how cordially Nadia communicated with Jim, I wondered if she had also seen the truth.
"This sucks, now I have to actually think out a plan."
Knowing the problem, my mind entered into a relaxed state, and at some point, my eyes wandered to where I was.
"This house is big."
The place more than lived up to its name as a mansion, and reaching a painting, I paused in admiration.
The painting showed a brightly lit man in an old green military uniform, standing in a field of flowers holding a white horse by its reins, the horse noticeably with a bandage around its hind leg.
There was no name or signature on the painting, and I would have just admired its artistry and passed by if not for the contrasting full moon that hovered far behind the man.
"Where is the light from?"
My words had the pair who were ahead pausing and turning to me, Jim coming forward.
"From the man.
They are the last vestiges of his light, just before darkness drowns him."
"Who drew it?"
"Sawut. The man from whom the boss's bloodline originated.
The painting was meant to serve as a reminder to him and his descendants to always pursue the light.
According to him, if you let yourself become lost in the pleasures, you will be left behind by the light, the darkness coming and drowning you."
From Jim's words, it was not hard to draw a parallel between the beautiful scenery and pleasure that was warned about, but I remained unclear about a piece in the painting.
"The bandage. Does it mean something?"
"As you can see in the image, Mr Lawson, the man still has some radiance left; as long as he is willing, he can flee to safety, back to light."
"You mean as long as he's willing to sacrifice the horse." I clarified on what Jim had said, imagining the amount of damage the horse would further incur if it had to carry the man back into the light.
"Feeble attachments.
What value does the horse hold in comparison to the man?
You see the message in the painting right, Mr Lawson?"
"I see something." Jim studied my expression then turned to Nadia.
"How about you, Mrs, do you get the message?"
Her hands held together, Nadia nodded.
"Today's world is full of so many distractions, we deeply attach ourselves to things that do not hold real value in our lives.
If we really want to step in the light, we need to be ready to sacrifice."
"Well said, Ma'm." Jim went as far as clapping.
I had no idea what the man was up to with Nadia and was already marching away by the time he began clapping.
It wasn't like he was going to make his true move on the woman in my presence.
I didn't need Jim's instruction to get to Nicholas; I knew my way around his mansion better than him.
"Mr Lawson, that's the wrong way," Jim called behind.
"I'm taking a shortcut."
My route didn't exactly take me to Nicholas faster, it just made sure I passed by a table filled with several appetizers.
Picking a dish by the side, I picked clam dips, sausage balls, and meatballs.
"Kent makes the best meatballs, doesn't he, Jim?"
"He does," he slowly answered, having followed behind me with my PA, his eyes roaming all over me as I danced around the bountiful table.
"Those are the boss's snacks."
"For only him?" I looked at Jim, shaking my head when the man gave a positive reply.
"You all must really hate that man, letting him turn into a pig."
Jim's eyes narrowed, his posture becoming threatening, and he was about to move to me when a new presence walked in, a tall heavy man putting on shorts and wearing an open shirt.
"Who is being turned into a pig?"