Brothel Manager : Unexpected Encounter with A Hidden Family Heirloom

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As one of Sophia's husbands vented his anger, his voice reverberated within the tent, each word laden with indignation.

"You insolent fool, how dare you attack us?" he bellowed, his voice laced with fury. His words were like a storm, lashing out at Das, his face flushed and contorted in rage.

"This sick head forgot his place. Let's broke his every last bone until regret his actions." Beside him, another of Sophia's husbands seethed, his resentment barely contained beneath the surface. His fingers clenched into fists at his sides, knuckles white from the pressure.

"Brothers, cut his balls and make him chew his own balls." The other guy on whose neck a small drop of blood leaked from Das's attack said with fury. His chest heaved with ragged breaths, his eyes fixed on Das with a mix of anger and loathing.

The tent crackled with tension as the three men's accusations hung in the air, charged with raw emotion. The atmosphere was thick with hostility, the energy palpable and suffocating. It felt as though any moment could ignite a violent confrontation.

Amidst the brewing storm, Sophia's voice sliced through the mounting chaos like a blade. "That's enough… stop causing any more nuisance!" she snapped, her words sharp and commanding, infused with both frustration and unwavering authority.

"But madam…" one of her husband tried to speak a few words. But her eyes blazed as they darted from one husband to another, her gaze a potent warning that dared them to challenge her.

The brief pause that followed her intervention was tense, the silence heavy with unspoken aggression. Sophia's glare bore into her husbands, her expression a fierce reminder of her dominance. It was a look that demanded immediate submission, quelling their rising defiance with sheer force.

Sophia's intense gaze bore into Das, her eyes locked onto his face as she sought to understand his motives. Her voice, when it emerged, was tinged with a mixture of irritation and authority.

"Why did you attack my husbands?" Her words were measured, each syllable carrying the weight of her displeasure. "Don't assume you can act recklessly just because we treat you with respect. Don't forget that you need to behave to leave from this place with your life intact."

She continued, her tone firm and commanding, "A slight nod from me, and my husbands could end your life in an instant. Remember that before you provoke them again. Don't test my patience." Her words carried a veiled warning, a reminder of the power at her disposal.

Sophia's anger had flared when Das's glass shards had disrupted the solemnity of their meeting, but beneath her frustration, her pride had been wounded. The audacity of someone like Das, who she perceived as beneath her, daring to disrupt her carefully orchestrated atmosphere, stung her pride more deeply.

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"So, you were upset because I threw a few glass pieces at your husbands?" His tone remained steady, unaffected by her anger.

"Their laughter made me feel ten times more upset. If you don't want me to step on your pride, ensure your husbands behave themselves. I'm not here to amuse them like a jester." His words were matter-of-fact, his gaze unwavering as he addressed Sophia's concerns head-on.

The tense air in the tent hung heavy with unspoken tension, the two figures locking eyes in a silent battle of wills. Each word exchanged was a volley in the larger conversation, a dance of power and defiance. The undercurrents of authority and pride flowed between them, a testament to the complex dynamics at play.

As the tense gaze between Das and Sophia lingered, the atmosphere suddenly shifted. Sophia's stern expression softened into a mischievous smile, and soon, her amusement spilled over into hearty laughter. Her unexpected change in demeanour took Das by surprise, and he remained still, allowing her laughter to run its course.

Her laughter finally subsided, replaced by a self-satisfied grin. She looked at Das with renewed respect, her eyes reflecting her genuine admiration. "You've surprised me," she admitted with a gleam of respect in her eyes.

"When you first walked in here alone, I assumed you were just a fool. But your actions have shown me otherwise. There's not a hint of fear or uncertainty in your demeanour. And I appreciate that courage," she said with a sense of approval.

Sophia's amusement didn't wane as she placed another wine glass before Das. This time, her gesture was accompanied by a prolonged, deliberate bend that exposed her cleavage. She anticipated some reaction from him, a fluster or a gaze, but was slightly taken aback when Das maintained his calm composure.

"Thank you for the kind words," Das responded, his tone unswayed by her display. "However, my main interest lies in discussing matters of business." He cut straight to the chase, unwilling to let the conversation stray too far from his purpose. The playful exchange had its place, but Das was resolute in his focus on the task at hand.

Sophia's mysterious smile lingered as she leaned back in her chair, a sense of anticipation emanating from her. Das, on the other hand, remained composed, taking another sip from his wine glass while maintaining his attentive gaze.

"I'm just as eager as you are to delve into business matters," Sophia finally spoke, her tone carrying a blend of intrigue and amusement. Das's nonchalant demeanour intrigued her, and she was keen to see how he would handle the proposition she was about to present.

Listening to her words, Das didn't immediately respond. Instead, he chose to take another sip of the wine, his eyes locked onto Sophia's, as if trying to read the intentions behind her words.

Sophia continued, her voice confident and assertive. "You see, Das, when my husbands laughed, it wasn't meant to belittle you or provoke you. It was a reaction to the terms you've proposed. Understand that we are the mighty Aries family, and what you're requesting seems like mere peanuts to us."

Das's curiosity was piqued, and he leaned forward slightly, his expression expectant. "So, are you telling me that you're willing to offer something substantial, something that matches the stature of the Aries family?" he inquired with genuine interest, his eyes never leaving Sophia's.

Sophia's laughter echoed through the dimly lit tent as she seemed to find a certain amusement in Das's directness. "Das, what I'm about to offer you is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity," she began, her words carrying a weight that matched the significance of her claim.

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