Chapter 33 - Polly Gray

Work on the construction of the Continental Hotel was in full swing. Since the workers received good money thanks to this, the construction was going much faster than Victor expected.

He left the responsibility for this work to Oscar, since he was the best at drawing up an action plan, which greatly accelerated the process.

The other guys weren't idle either. Artie, for example, went to the police and settled down well there. There were several other people who went with him to the police, so to speak for the company.

And sooner or later, they will be able to achieve good results, since these guys are quite persistent and it will not be difficult for them to climb the ladder of power.

As for Noah, all he did was follow Victor around, finding any excuse to be with him. But he did not sit idle and helped Victor with business.

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Sitting in the pub, Victor sat at the bar with a glass in his hands and savored whiskey in his mouth. It was still early in the morning, so the pub was still empty at this time. Only the sounds of Harry working with a mop in his hands were heard in the bar. There was a fight yesterday and therefore there was a full pigsty here, which will have to be cleaned for a very long time.

Leaving Emilia in bed, he came here to meet a man.

Thinking that he needed to talk to Polly about something, just at that moment a mature woman came into the pub.

- "Good morning, Victor." - Polly said, sitting down in an empty seat next to Victor. "And why did you call me here at such a time?"

"Why have you been paying so much attention to me since I returned to your family?" Victor asked, twirling the glass in his hand and went straight to the point.

"So you decided to ask me about it?" Polly asked and grabbed a bottle of alcohol on the bar counter, then looked at Harry who was still mopping the floor: "You don't mind me taking this, do you?"

- "No Mrs. Polly, as I said earlier, the "Sharp Visors" are all on the house." - said Harry, afraid to look this stern woman in the eye.

After opening the bottle and taking a few sips, old memories began to pop up in her head that would never disappear from her head.

"You remind me of my son.. " Polly said and looked at the boy next to her and continued: - "Once I had a son, but he was taken away from me. I tried various ways to get him back, but all attempts were in vain."

- "You know... He should be about your age by now. It's a pity that I do not know where he is now.. Perhaps he is now quietly living in some ordinary family and has already forgotten about me," Polly said.

- "Children never forget their parents, even if they were not the best." - said Victor, turning to the woman: - "His name is Michael, isn't it?"

He knew that she had a son named Michael Gray, as well as a daughter who had died a long time ago. He didn't think her attitude towards him was strange, he already assumed that this could be the reason for this. But I didn't think it would turn out to be exactly that.

"How do you know about him?" - slightly raising her voice, the woman asked.

"Do you think it's strange that I'm making inquiries about Shelby's family? Considering that I am now part of your family, I had to find out about you properly. " Victor replied, telling a lie. After all, he won't say that he knows all this from his memories of his past life.

"Ever since I found out about your character, I still can't get used to you being like this..*Sigh* - Polly replied, taking another sip, asked: - "Now that you know the reason, do you still think it's strange that I pay so much attention to you?"

- "No... I'm even a little glad about it.. I had a mother, but I've already said who she worked for, so I wasn't really brought up. Returning in the morning, she went to bed, and at night she disappeared again.. But you care about me.. I really appreciate it," Victor replied, putting his hand on her shoulder.

- "Thank you, Victor.. Oh-oh-oh.. Let's just not do it, or I'll cry .." - said Polly, but did not push the boy's hand away. She felt a little better knowing that he wasn't pushing her away. It was important to her.

While they continued to talk about different topics. A young guy in his trademark cap came into the pub. He had a cigarette in his mouth and a slightly worried look on his face. Circling the entire pub, he noticed two people, and when he saw the person he was looking for, he headed towards him.

"Aunt Polly, what are you doing here?" John asked, noticing that his aunt was sitting next to Victor.

"Why can't I be here, John?" asked Polly, raising her eyebrows as she looked at John.

Victor, who was sitting and looking at John, could not raise his eyebrows either. He now understood why this guy often got a scolding from Polly. This kid really doesn't know how to filter his words and says everything that comes into his head without even thinking.

- "E..Maybe you're right?" - John asked why he immediately received a blow in the stomach, forcing him to bend: - "Aunt, it hurts!"

- "Why are the younger sons in the Shelby family so stupid?" Polly asked herself, but stopped when she noticed that Victor was looking at her with a question mark.

- "Aunt.. So Victor is younger than me.." - John wanted to say, but he was interrupted by Victor, who felt that he would go crazy, given the guy who does not even understand what he is saying.

"Did you have to clarify now?" - looking at John like an idiot, he drank whiskey and asked: - "So what did you want?"

Remembering why he came here, John looked at Victor, then thinking that it would be a little awkward in front of his aunt, he said: "Can we go out and discuss this on the street?"

Victor immediately noticed how John's eyes lit up when he saw him. He didn't answer right away. A lot of ideas flashed through his head why this guy needed him.

- "Okay.. Let's go and talk .."- said Victor, grabbing his coat and went to the place with John on the street.

Standing in a quiet alley, the two of them stood facing each other. Both were silent. No one said anything during the time they were walking here and when they got here, no one said a word.

- "Listen, if you have something to say, say it right away, you don't need to pull the cat by the balls.." Victor replied, feeling that if he did not start the conversation first, it would lead to nothing.

John looked at Victor and hesitated slightly and said, "This... Teach me to be like you."

"What do you mean?" Victor asked, not understanding what he was driving at.

John didn't know how to put it more clearly, so he immediately blurted out everything as it is. When he finished speaking, his confused face was staring at the ground. He didn't know where to put himself when he told everything to his younger brother.

"Are you serious now?" Victor asked, feeling his face twitch.

- "Do you want to learn how to fight?"

- "Do you want to be as cool as me?"

- "Because you liked a girl and you decided to show off and ended up getting your ass kicked, so you came to ask for my advice?!"

Taking a cigarette out of his pocket, Victor put it in his mouth and lit it. After taking a drag, he looked at John for a while with a complicated expression on his face and said, "Do you know what John is? Go to hell with such requests."