The Pride Game

Chapter 39

With a serious face, Alpha One walked towards Mr. Frans; his head lowered as he reported, "The reporters would like to interview you, Sir."

Mr. Frans had just finished a phone call with one of his mistresses, his forehead sweating. For a moment, he was satisfied because he just made an intimate phone call, but seeing the arrival of his men immediately irritated him again.

"What do you want now!" he asked, annoyed.

With a slight bow, Alpha One said in a low voice, "The reporters over there would like to have an interview with you, Sir."

"What for? They've got a lot of news today! Stupid man walking drunk on deserted streets! The other is an i***t guy who has a lot of debt, and because of that, he was beaten by the citizens because he wanted to steal! Added more the other one is not far from it, an old man who needs lip surgery because his lazy son has a lot of debt! What else now! I'm going to pay for their medical bills now! What else should they get as news! Are they going to drive me crazy to stay here!” Mr. voice Frans sounded so irritated; anything that had to do with those shameless men was annoying.

Why don't they die! thought Mr. Frans at heart.

One of the reporters with a beautiful face and seductive curves came to Mr. Frans.

The man who was previously so angry because of the stupid men lying in the hospital immediately changed his face. His face brightened when he saw a girl with wavy hips who was now walking towards him and a moment later stopped right in front of him.

The woman's smooth hand immediately stretched out in front of Mr. Frans, and his voice was so gentle as she said, “Hello, I'm Florence. I'm from PP Chanel, a local channel that covers news events. If you're not busy, may I cover the interview with you?”

Mr. Frans gulped; his throat felt dry at the sight of the woman in front of him. He immediately took the outstretched hand and said, “Yes, please. I deliberately took a busy day today to maintain and monitor their health progress."

Alpha One, who was there, had an even expression; he didn't make a sound at all. The scene he was seeing now was an ordinary sight.

"Thank you very much," replied the woman, then turned around, she called her other friends.

It turned out that it was not only the cameraman who came walking towards the three people but the ten reporters, along with their cameraman, who was now walking hastily towards them.

Mr. Eyes Frans was wide-eyed; he really couldn't believe that he had to serve all the people who were now walking towards him.

"Better, we do it in the function room," Alpha One said in a low voice to his boss.

While on his bed, Samuel opened his eyes slowly, he saw his surroundings. He had heard everything. Some time ago, he had listened to a lot of what Mr. Frans to the man's men. Mr. Frans is the husband of his ex-wife. The man has another woman. He wanted to ask Caroline how her life was now. Was she happy?

He could still hear the crowd in front of his room.

"Mr. Frans, let's interview in the function room." The voice was unfamiliar to Samuel; he didn't know who spoke. When he wanted to sharpen his hearing again, his head immediately hurt.

Then he remembered that before he lost consciousness, he was unconscious due to a blow from a motorcyclist passing by on the deserted road.

He sighed, but the wound didn't look too bad, he didn't have stitches, and after this, he could go home.

A voice suddenly sounded from the bed beside him.

"Samuel," the man called. Samuel turned his head to the insulating curtain between himself and someone beside him. He recognized the voice.

"Jonathan?" asked Samuel.

The person who was called immediately answered. "Are you feeling better?" Instead of answering, the person beside him asked him back.

Samuel nodded, but of course, Jonathan couldn't see his nod. "Yeah, I'm feeling better. "Why are you lying there?" Samuel had heard Mr. Frans repeatedly complain about their situation. Samuel knew that the crowd beat Jonathan in the market because he was shouted at "thief," so the people around him immediately grabbed him and beat him almost to death.

Samuel looked up at the ceiling above him and heard Jonathan chuckle softly. "It's so strange, isn't it, if you still don't know the reason why I'm here."

Samuel no longer opened his mouth. His mind and heart still imagined that some of his friends had been swallowed by the beasts, killed, and even killed himself.

Fear and anxiety always overwhelm him when he is there. But there he could eat, and how could anyone in the world be able and willing to give him so much money. While in this world, he suffered so much. Harassed, humiliated, beaten at will. Samuel's heart and mind became confused.

Again, a voice beside him interrupted his thoughts. "Who do you think is the old man that Mr. Frans said?" Jonathan asked in an even voice as if they weren't the patients of Mr. Frans.

Now it's Samuel who laughed. "I don't know; I only know the other two men that Mr. Frans annoyed."

Jonathan laughed at Samuel's answer.

However, suddenly a voice from the front startled the two of them. "When they wake up, quickly throw them all away, make something else news, so that people's attention is no longer focused on the three of them." Mr. Frans spoke this heinous order.

"Yes, alright, Sir." Another person's voice was heard following the previously spoken command.

While in the room, Samuel and Jonathan were silent; neither of them made a sound. Their eyes are fully opened; they are poor; they have nothing. Thrown away is the right of Mr. Frans.

The door opened, and both chose to close their eyes again.

“You check the man on the right. I checked the man on the left.”

"Yes, alright."

Before long, the respective curtains opened roughly.

"Hey! Don't pretend to be asleep! It's enough for you guys to keep sleeping like this! We've heard your conversation from outside! You've also heard our boss wants you out of here! Now get out of here quickly before we break your hands!” This order is cruel, but they are more afraid to open their eyes. Who believes in Mr. Frans. They both knew that Mr. Frans desperately wanted them both dead, even though Mr. Frans said publicly that he was the one who would pay for the treatment while they were both in the hospital, but they both knew it was a lie. Hence, they planned in their brains to go quietly without Mr. Frans knowing. They are more afraid to pay hospital fees than to have their hands broken.

One of the guards snorted. "They want their hands broken," quipped one of the guards.

"We should just grant their request," said another with a laugh. Just as they were about to walk towards the bed beside the men, a knock sounded from outside.