RE: Perverted Sugar Daddy System-Chapter 418: Jim Morry

Texas, the heart of US oil, the engine that supplied the country and established the country’s dominance in the globally critical sector.

Though my motion and reasons had to do with the fields that stretched across the corners of the state, I wasn’t visiting those regions.

I instead came to Houston, driving through River Oaks, where the street and air were clean, the residents looking like they had never worked a single day in their lives.

People could cry about capitalism all they wanted, but so long as there were those willing to outwork others, the brutal hierarchy was forever going to stay.

I endorsed the installation of regulations, though, laws to keep the extremely wealthy in check, especially when those laws didn’t restrict me or could be circumvented by me.

I had been to several wealthy neighbourhoods, but I found the streets in River Oaks distinct due to the tall gates and high fences.

The people here didn’t joke with their privacy and security.

Nicholas’s gate was no different from that of his neighbours.

It distinguished itself by having two eagles imprinted on the body of the gate, and at the top, the two eagles flying at each other.

"Truly the wild west," I commented from within as the car drove into the compound, my eyes scrutinizing the several guards that loitered around the garden and the fountain within.

"Do you have a gun?"

"No," Nadia replied, her voice firm.

"Wanda, do you have a gun?"

"Yes sir."

Another change that had happened over the month was that I got a driver.

Nadia had made her case for why she should be the one personally driving me, and it had held until we began absorbing the gains from my latest visit to Michigan and the groundwork for my projects began being built.

My PA was swamped with so much work she hired someone who would have to deal with my movements.

Wanda Hermon.

You guys could bet she was a good hire.

Retired from the military, with her tall height, the woman had a powerful build. She wasn’t stocky or anything of that sort but if there was a Delta Force for women you could bet she would make the cutoff.

Another thing was that she kept her head shaved. It wasn’t the aesthetic I would like for a woman, but Nadia was right that I would like variety.

"It is spice," she had dully said.

The woman didn’t have a large massive ass but she had a great butt and thick powerful thighs.

Her greatest strength was her large boobs, a good fit on her, but I lamented many times because she apparently wrapped them tight in bandages.

No jiggling or cleavage for me.

"How many?"

"Just one."

"Something tells me whatever it is doesn’t match up to an AK-47."

"No sir."

Sighing in disappointment, I turned to Nadia and the woman immediately nodded her head.

"I will get to it sir, but please remember that Texas laws are a lot looser on the possession of firearms."

"I’m not asking for an army, just let my territory be as intimidating as this." 𝚏𝐫𝚎𝗲𝕨𝐞𝐛𝕟𝚘𝐯𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝗺

HK33, FAMAS, Sterling, Uzi, a mix of assault rifles and submachine guns were wielded by the men who claimed to be guards in Nicholas’s mansion.

"Nadia, let’s switch to plan B."

"Are you sure sir?"

"Yes." I grimaced and then relaxed into my seat.

For what I wanted to accomplish today, some unorthodox means might be employed.

The books painted Nicholas as an upright and temperamental man, but till I met him myself, I refused to assign him a character.

Despite the fortification of the mansion, I was more than confident in my ability to keep myself alive in any situation. I couldn’t a hundred percent say the same for the two women in the ride.

I came here for business, not a mass killing.

Rounding the fountain with beautiful sculptures of angels and water continuously pouring from the top, the car soon came to a stop.

Wanda stepped out and opened the door for me, bowing as I came out.

"Dear Christ," I grumbled within.

I hadn’t hesitated to employ Echo and scan the entire mansion, and honestly, the result had better have been kept private.

I looked at the guards around and shuddered. While not wanting to jump to conclusions, all the guards suddenly looked guilty in my eyes, and instantly I made a pledge to always keep female employees around me.

Boobs on boobs would always be a masterpiece.

There were several entrances to the mansion, but the one which the car stopped before had a couple of stairs leading to its door.

A man dressed in jeans and a brown leather jacket, having two pistols holstered by his side, came out the door and waved me over.

"She too," the man at the door said just as I took three steps up.

"The woman in the car. Bring her along."

"I would rather she stay inside."

"The boss wants her."

I could stand my ground and seemingly have my way, Nadia taken out of the car in my absence, or I could just nod and follow the flow.

"You should have started with that," I smiled, waving back at Nadia.

The man nodded to my compliance, holding open the door as my assistant and I stepped in.

"You’re quite the oddity, Mr Lawson. Your type, I don’t think is in the history books," our apparent escort said, leading us forward.

"There are lots of great men and women in history, people with stories that defy common sense. If you look hard enough, I’m sure you’ll find a semblance."

The man put a hand to his chin, contemplated my words for some seconds, then shook his head.

"Thunder doesn’t strike the same spot twice.

First it was Albert with over 1 billion, then now the central bank giving out 20 billion.

What lucky bastard can compete with that?"

"You are quite familiar with me, but I know nothing about you.

At this point, an introduction is mandatory."

"Jim Morry. Mr Sawut’s personal guard at your service."