My Professor is a Bastard

Chapter 38: Optimistic

Glenn's PoV (October 16, 2134)

''Glad, he accepts you. That man hardly accepts anybody.'' Dad whispered as Uncle Arthur answered a phone call.

''Yeah. I thought he would be against it.'' I replied.

''What are you guys talking while I am away?'' Uncle said as he ended the call.

''Nothing, uncle.''

''Don't call me uncle. Just say Papa, like what Stella calls me. I will also accept Stella calling Harell dad too.''

''Heeheh...'' I just laughed.

''After all these problems to be solved, we will have a family meeting about your wedding.'' Dad said.

''Okay. Now, let's continue to the business we left a while ago. For a standard helicopter with a single main rotor, maintaining steady flight with a crosswind presents an additional flight control problem, where strong crosswinds from certain angles will increase or decrease lift from the main rotors. This effect is also triggered in a no-wind condition when moving the craft diagonally in various directions, depending on the direction of main rotor rotation...''

Both men talked about this and that. I cannot catch up to them. I am an ex-military official and a Professor, how would I answer business-related things?

I gaze at the scenery just outside the window of the car. The scenery is amazing. The skies are bluer than usual. Seems like something's gonna stir the world around me soon.

Galillea's PoV

(April 28, 2123)

Brother Harell suspected me of killing my assistant. Hahaha...He should be suspecting me as the one who threw his son away from him eight freaking years ago!

His son must be suffering right now. 2115.

''Where are you going, Galillea?'' Mom asked.

''Some friends house.''

''Wait! Who are th---''

I shut the door behind me.

''Mr. Please get my car.'' I told the butler who was cleaning the garden.

''Y-yes. Madam.''

He run with his tails behind his legs. ''What a freak..''

After a few moments, my lovely Lamborghini arrives in front of me.

''Would you like me to drive in your destination ma'am?''

''Stay out your hands from my Lamborghini.''

''Yes.''

I drove my Lamborghini in the wide street of Hammington District.

I arrived at this weird looking house in the middle of nowhere but trees.

''What the?''

''Galillea Reevish. Here.'' a woman in her 50's or 60's came to me.

''That's a brave thing to do. Calling me by my name. That must be a brave body you got there.''

''There are no superiority here, Galillea. If you want to know superiority, I am far superior to you, given our place in each family.''

Grrr. Fleandear's are no good. Except for Arthur, no one's good in their blood.

Arthur is for me and mine only. That Veronica just appeared. She destroyed the relationship that Arthur an I created.

''Be our guest as we somewhat share the same goal. We want Arthur and his family out of the mansion. You want Veronica out of Arthur's life.''

She opened the door for me. What's inside was lots of members from the Fleandear clan. They really must hate Arthur. Can't they see the greatness in him. The leading aura he is steaming? These people are blind.

''Ahh...Galilliea Reevish. The one who believes that she is the Golden Baby Dragon from the curse.''

A man in his 70's or 80's said. That sentence disgust me. Believes? I am the Golden Baby Dragon!

''Don't be mad. I can see the anger in your face. We have the same beliefs as you.''

Same? Beliefs? Us?

''I don't know what you are talking about?'' I said. This people are crazy.

I smiled. Well, what right do I have to call them that when I am crazy too. HAHAHAHAHA!

''What are you smiling for?'' Zeke. The one who drove me home after I buried that secretary of mine.

''Zeke!'' I run towards him and put my hands around his neck.

''Hey! Galillea!'' He tried to pushed me.

I faced him.

''Ara. What is it? Didn't you say I was amazing in bed? My v****a is greatly offended when you ignored me when I entered this house.''

''ZEKE!''

A woman who I believed is Zeke's mom.

''Mom! It isn't true!'' He rushed towards his mom. Pathetic man. Still clinging at his at his age.

''So, why am I here? What's the deal?'' I said.

''I thought there was no smart human being in that house, you have read our mind.'' The old man said.

''Because your dumb that you are very easy to read.'' I said.

''You better shut your mouth. Your the only Reevish here.''

''Ara. I'm scared...'' I look at the young woman in front of me, from toe to head. Cheap.

''Shall we take a seat?'' Another person said.

As all the people in here took a seat, a maid pours tea in each of our glass.

I'm not drinking this s**t.

''Tell me and be hurry. I've got things to do.'' I said.

''There is no need to be impatient. It'll end in a few minutes.'' Zeke mom said. I don't know the names of these people except for Zeke. And I do not need to know.

''The Fleandear Chocolate Company...'' The old man said.

''...Me and my brother, the previous head of the clan of Fleandear, build it. Aligning it with the other business our ancestors build...''

Boring.

''...The sequencing in 2110 of the genome of the cacao tree may allow yields to be improved. Due to concerns about global warming effects on lowland climate in the narrow band of latitudes where cocoa is grown , the commercial company Mars, Incorporated and the University of California, Berkeley are conducting genomic research in 2117–18 to improve the survivability of cacao plants in hot climates...''

Boring.

''...Cocoa pods are harvested by cutting them from the tree using a machete, or by knocking them off the tree using a stick. The beans with their surrounding pulp are removed from the pods and placed in piles or bins, allowing access to micro-organisms so fermentation of the pectin-containing material can begin. Yeasts produce ethanol, lactic acid bacteria produce lactic acid, and acetic acid bacteria produce acetic acid. The fermentation process, which takes up to seven days, also produces several flavor precursors, eventually resulting in the familiar chocolate taste. It is important to harvest the pods when they are fully ripe, because if the pod is unripe, the beans will have a low cocoa butter content, or sugars in the white pulp will be insufficient for fermentation, resulting in a weak flavor. After fermentation, the beans must be quickly dried to prevent mold growth. Climate and weather permitting, this is done by spreading the beans out in the sun from five to seven days. The dried beans are then transported to a chocolate manufacturing facility. The beans are cleaned, removing the beans, twigs stones and debris. Roasted, and graded. Next, the shell of each bean is removed to extract the nib. Finally, the nibs are ground and liquefied, resulting in pure chocolate in fluid form: chocolate liquor. The liquor can be further processed into two components, cocoa solids and cocoa butter...''

''Boring!'' I said.

The Fleandear's looked at me.

''You are in no position to stop my father!'' The woman who guided me inside these shitty house said.

''If your gonna talk about this s**t business of yours, then I am out of here. Who likes to listen about a chocolate business anyways.''

As I was about to leave, the old man opened his damn mouth.

''You are impatient as they say. That Arthur took that business away from me. My brother put all of the hardships our ancestors and I made into that brat's shoulder. I still have the remaining power as the eldest member in the clan. I will approved of your marriage towards Arthur once I get my chocolate factory back.''

I looked at him.

Is he serious?

Well. It's not gonna hurt if I listen more. Hahahahaha.