2 Angle or Demon?

Yesterday.

A luxury mansion with a Roman concept that is thick in the building and also the interior welcomes Jasmine's arrival. The woman continued to be amazed by the luxury that was sitting before her eyes. Swimming pool, billiard table, private gym, a garage full of luxury cars, and a park almost the same area as his father's rice field in the village.

Jasmine wondered how someone could be so rich? The money he has will certainly not be eaten by his seven descendants or even more.

[Wow, crazy! What is it a house or Palace?] thought Jasmine

The corners of Jasmine's eyes trailed wherever the man who brought her walked in. He is the butler at Wijaya's residence. The oldest servant worked at Leonardo Wijaya's house. The Wijaya family is a family that has been rich across the world of business in this country for generations. So many companies are under the banner of the Wijaya Corp. Hundreds of subsidiary companies are scattered in various parts of the country.

Jasmine had the opportunity to meet number two from the Wijaya Group. Who else but Leonardo. A man who only Jasmine met through stories from friends and news on the Internet. A man who is famous for being handsome, friendly, humble, and cold-handed in solving every problem in the business world. Recipient of the most successful young entrepreneur award this year, brilliant entrepreneur, a man of the years' version of the leading business magazine, and many more awards he has ever won.

Jasmine is amazed to hear the stories of her colleagues at the bank. She was fascinated by the perfect figure like Leonardo who looked like an angel. Rarely is there a rich person who is so friendly and humble that he is even willing to share his belongings, serve the community and help people in need?

However ...

All the shadows of admiration that were visible in Jasmine's twinkling eyes disappeared upon arriving at a brief encounter. That first encounter had completely changed the way Jasmine looked at this man.

"Please sit down, miss!" The butler invited Jasmine to wait for Leonardo's presence on the guest sofa in his master's study room.

"Yes." Jasmine complied. She sat politely on the luxurious velvet-covered sofa.

"Wait, Mr. Leonardo will see you in a moment." He said while serving a cup of hot tea for Jasmine.

"Thank you," answered Jasmine. Jasmine is amazed by a cup of tea, even the cup is very special and looks expensive.

"I resign first, please enjoy."

"Wait!"

"Is there anything else I can help you with, miss?"

"I want to go to the restroom can you help me show the way?" asked Jasmine.

"Of course. There is an intersection at the end of the corridor and then turn left, there is a toilet," answered the butler.

"Thanks."

The butler returned to his job, while Jasmine hurried to the toilet, she had been holding back her urge to urinate.

[Go straight and turn left, then at the end of the corridor, there will be a toilet.] Jasmine mimicked the butler's words silently.

Instead of meeting the toilet, Jasmine got lost even further on the side of the main building. Her eyes were perfectly rounded when there was no toilet but instead Leonardo's private gym area. The room was full of fitness tools and barbel weights, doors were slightly open. Jasmine was able to peek in through the snaps in the door.

Leonardo twisted the white cloth in his palm. He stands in the boxing ring, shirtless, showing off his toned abs and broad chest. His shoulders were solid, covered in sweat from training, Leonardo's handsome face was covered with wet hair. There is a lion's head tattoo on the left chest and the words 'VENCO' on his back.

[Wow, daebak!]

Jasmine was astonished, Leonardo's stature was so perfect. Much more perfect than the stories of her colleagues or the photos Jasmine saw in the mass media.

Jasmine's dumbfounded mouth opened even wider as a bodyguard of Leonardo dragged a man. The man's body was half-naked, battered, bluish bruised, blood came out of his nose, corners of his lips, and temples. Leonardo's bodyguard grabbed the poor man's hair and looked up. Staring with fear at Leonardo.

"Forgive me, Mr. Leon. I was just an order."

"Who ordered you?"

The man's face was pale, he also could not answer the question given by Leonardo. It looked really like the man was choking, his tongue felt like it was sticking out.

"Say it!" Leonardo gave a hard fist to his face. Blood immediately came out of the poor man's nose. Gushing profusely and wetting the ring area. "Say who? !!"

"Ple ... please forgive me, sir. Spare my life. Children and a wife are waiting for me at home." He said with remaining strength. the gushing blood made the man's head feel heavy. He could no longer look up at Leonardo.

"That's your business! You should understand very well what the consequences are dealing with me." Leonardo didn't care about the man's apology or apologies. With a code of flicking his hand, the wild lion ordered his guards to lift the poor man's body. Leonardo threw a hard jab into the man's stomach.

"OHOK!!" Blood spurted from his mouth, his frail body grew limp. Leonardo's bodyguard released the block. The man immediately fell, fell on the floor of the ring, curled up with the pain in his gut.

Jasmin closed her mouth in fear. She saw a terrifying scene unfold right before her eyes. Jasmine didn't know what was going on between Leonardo and the poor fellow, but violence was still violence. Jasmine trembled in fear. her legs were limp, her whole body froze.

"Who told you to betray me?" Leonardo asked, wiping his sweat with a towel given by a woman.

"Forgive me, Mr. Leon. Sorry I can't say the lives of my family are at stake." He was under Leonardo's feet.

Leonardo kicks the poor man unconscious.

"Tch, how dare he betrays me," muttered Leonardo.

"Kato, kill him, make his death seem like a work accident. You want to put his body into a chopping machine or a wood rotary machine, I don't care for sure don't leave any traces." Leonardo gave orders to his bodyguard.

"Yes, Mr. Leon."

"And you're Kesya. Send compensation to his wife and child. Tell me to have my condolences for his death. The company will pay for his daughter's school bill until graduation." Leonardo turned to his Secretary.

"Yes, Mr. Leon." The woman with an international model nodded in understanding.

Jasmine closed her mouth then hurried away from there. Jasmine trudged back into Leonardo's study. Cold sweat made her beautiful face messed up. If Jasmine didn't use lip stain, her lips would be paper-pale now. Jasmine chugged down the contents of the cup until they ran out. Sangking tensed and scared, Jasmine even forgot about her desire to go to the restroom.

[Calm down, Jasmine. Assume you never saw it all.] Jasmine closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and began to organize her heart.

— MI VOLAS VIN —