Chapter 12: Faces Revealed
As Sophia left the room, determined to make things right with Upper Lady Rose, Levon couldn't contain his amusement.
He burst into laughter, the sound echoing through the empty corridors,
as he mused about his wife's seemingly endless capacity for misguided actions.
"How dumb is she?"
Levon chuckled to himself.
"Does she not think?"
He found it amusing that she had destructive tendencies, and this provided him with some entertainment during their difficult marriage.
Levon's amusement escalated Sophia's inability to comprehend the intricacies of her actions.
"This is fun,"
he whispered, relishing the idea that Sophia believed her actions went unnoticed.
The situation, in Levon's eyes, had transformed into a theatrical farce.
He envisioned the stupidity of Sophia's misguided attempts at secrecy and deception,
a spectacle playing out before him. His laughter reached new heights as he considered the comedic nature of the drama happening within the walls of their mansion.
With a sly smile, Levon muttered to himself,
"Dave, figured it out in a second."
The thought of meeting Dave face-to-face intrigued him, and he entertained the notion of the two men coming together under circumstances.
"It'll be just fine to meet you one day in person,"
Levon mused, envisioning a confrontation that promised to be quite fun.
The prospect of encountering Dave added a layer of excitement to Levon's otherwise monotonous existence.
In the midst of his laughter, Levon decided to take matters into his own hands. With a dramatic flourish,
he dialled a number on his phone, his fingers dancing over the screen. As the call connected,
he spoke with an air of authority,
"Find me this man. Everything about him. I have plans for him."
The person on the other end of the line acknowledged the order, and Levon, satisfied with his command, ended the call
. A sinister grin played on his lips as he contemplated the unfolding events.
"This is going to be fun," he declared to the empty room.
Levon, propelled by a newfound sense of intrigue, made his way to his study.
He poured himself a glass of whisky, relishing the warmth of the amber liquid. As he took a sip,
he raised his glass in a mock toast to the unfolding drama.
"I'd like to meet you, Mr. Lover Dave,"