Dormania is a vast and expansive country. It is rich in people who are trying to find a better life there. It can be said that Dormania is everyone's dream country because of its beauty and uniqueness, which is second to none in the world.
However, Dormania is also famous for one thing: it is the country with the largest number of mafia groups. They even have their own class within the existing mafia groups.
They do not commit crimes by harassing civilians. It is the thugs who do that more often.
This is precisely what the mafia targets to get rid of, because the thugs often interfere with their work.
And that is what happened to a ginger haired woman who was walking down a quiet street at night. She was stopped by six tall men with lewd expressions on their faces.
"Look who's coming our way, a beautiful woman. Are you lost, pretty?" teased one of them.
"Don't be afraid, we'll just play around for a while. You'll definitely like it." The other thugs were also tempted by the woman's beauty, which they found so sexy.
How could they not be? She was wearing revealing clothes, walking alone on a deserted and dark street. It was like someone was luring a predator to prey on her.
However, the woman did not look afraid, but instead watched them one by one with her sharp blue eyes. "Get out of my way, you street rats, you're blocking my path," she said coldly.
"Get out of the way? Hey, pretty lady. Don't talk to us like that." Their hands touched the woman's shoulders, trying to pull her closer.
Just as he was about to embrace her, in a matter of seconds she pulled the man's arm, twisted it to the side, and quickly kicked his chin with her knee.
THUD!
"FUCK!" screamed the man, witnessed by the other five men. He fell with blood coming out of his mouth because he had bitten his own tongue.
"How dare you try to touch me with your filthy hands," she said, emphasizing every word she uttered.
Seeing their friend being beaten, they did not remain silent. They also intervened to beat up the dangerous beautiful woman.
"YOU BITCH! WE WILL MAKE YOU REGRET THIS!" they shouted as they attacked her simultaneously.
"Regret? Heh, I think that's a fitting phrase for rats like you."
Unexpectedly, she managed to beat them all without getting hurt at all. One by one, she beat them, even making them lie helplessly on the ground, still wearing her high heels neatly attached to her feet.
Seeing all the men blocking her way fall down, the woman rolled her eyes as she played with her hair.
"So weak, I thought you guys would be tougher. Turns out you're just street rats," she said, then stepped on one of their heads before finally leaving the dirty thugs behind.
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Two nights later, the woman was seen again on a quiet street. She was leaning against her beloved sports car, playing with her phone boredly.
She wanted to invite her friends to hang out that night, but they were busy with their own activities. Silver spoon girls.
"How boring."
In the midst of her boredom, she suddenly noticed her phone ringing. The screen showed that it was a call from her father. Without thinking twice, she answered the phone.
"Yes, what is it, Dad?"
"Where are you, Val? I can't find you at the mansion," asked the man on the phone.
"Me? I'm outside, getting some air," she replied, looking around at the deserted streets.
The father of the woman called Val asked his daughter to return to the mansion immediately because he had something important to discuss. He did not mention what this important matter was, but he simply wanted his daughter to come home immediately.
"Ugh... Fine, I'll be right home," she said lazily, hanging up the phone, getting into her car, and speeding through the traffic lights.
She loved driving her car at high speeds. To her, tempting fate was like dating the angel of death.
For her, other people's lives meant nothing. If they died because of her actions, she would just use money to silence their families. If that didn't work, she would silence them with death as well.
After a long drive, she arrived at her family's mansion. It was a large mansion filled with many guards who were her father's men.
She stopped her car in front of the mansion and ordered one of her father's men to park it in the garage. When she entered, she was immediately greeted by the servants who were waiting for her.
"Welcome home, Ms. Valeria. We've been waiting for you. Your father wants you to clean yourself up and change your clothes before seeing him," explained one of the servants.
"Change my clothes? What's going on?" Valeria asked in surprise.
Her father had suddenly asked her to come home, and now he wanted her to freshen up before meeting him?
'It's like he wants me to meet someone important. How troublesome,' she complained silently.
"We are not allowed to tell you the reason. You must do as you are told and then go to the main living room."
Valeria was a little disappointed because she didn't get the answer she wanted, but she was also very curious about it. She finally went to her room and did what her father wanted.
In her room, the servants had prepared a red off shoulder dress for Valeria to wear. They said it was also her father's order. She didn't know what her father was planning, but Valeria just followed his instructions.
She was given a ruby necklace and earrings that matched her hair.
After getting dressed and preparing everything her father had asked for, Valeria immediately walked to the main living room. She had guessed that there would be someone her father wanted her to meet, but she didn't know who it was.
When she arrived at the door, the guards informed her that the woman had arrived to see their master. Her father asked her to come in. She walked gracefully into the room and saw her father talking to a man.
A man with black hair and brown eyes. She felt like she had seen his face before, but she couldn't remember clearly.
Was he an actor? An artist? Or someone famous?
She didn't know. Maybe not remember.
"My daughter, come here... Mr. Lawrence, this is my daughter, Valeria Scarlett. She is my only daughter and also runs the Scarlett Mafia business that I currently own," explained Valeria's father, Donn Scarlett.
Scarlett Mafia, the second largest mafia group, feared by other mafias for their cruelty. Their name is known everywhere as dangerous.
No one dares to approach them or even cause trouble with them.
"So she's the one..." said the black-haired man as he stared at Valeria.
Valeria looked at the man, then glanced him up and down, then up again with a cynical look.
'Who is he?' she thought.
The woman sat down next to her father, still watching the man in front of her.
"Valeria, this is Dominic Lawrence. You must have heard his name, right?" Donn asked his daughter.
"Lawrence?" Valeria narrowed her eyes, trying to remember something about that familiar name.
'Ahh~ Lawrence, the billionaire family, hmn? Owners of the largest arms company in two countries, because they are too rich and dangerous, even the law doesn't dare to touch them. One of the most successful business mafias. What is he doing here?' Valeria thought at that moment.
Dominic looked so relaxed as he waited for Donn to explain the situation while enjoying his drink. His brown eyes kept watching Valeria, who looked so charming.
"Yes, Lawrence. You know they've been working with our group for a long time, right? Then..."
"Let's get straight to the point, Dad. Why did he come here and why do you want me to meet him?" interrupted the woman, knowing that her father was just trying to make small talk to convince her about Dominic.
Donn smiled and looked at his daughter happily.
"I want you two to get married."