Lazily Yours.

"How come I didn't know this place exists?" Gabi couldn't help but asked when she saw the room in front of her.

"The late prime minister didn't use this place for a long time now. He must have forgotten about it. However, this place originally belonged to the late mistress."

"My mother?"

"Yes. This mansion was owned by the mistress and the mistress also made this underground shooting ground."

"She liked guns?"

"Yes. Most people from the Ren Family knew how to shoot. The Ren Family has a shooting ground at the back of their mansion. Most children of who grew up in that mansion learned to shoot."

"That — " She had never heard of this before. "That sounds awesome." The place in front of her wasn't really clean. She could see dirt everywhere, coupled with some broken chairs. Her father must have asked other people to store some broken chairs here, as no one was using them.

"Then I will ask my people to clean it. Most servants don't know that this place exists. The butler and Miss Nonim know about it though."

"Alright. Just buy whatever you need to make everything tidy. We can even add more soundproofing."

"Thank you, young miss. Now… we should go to that room." He was pointing at the only room in the basement. It had steel doors with a square-like machine where one could enter the password. " The password is the Misstress' birthday. You can easily change it by pressing zero three times after you enter the mistress' birthdate."

"Father didn't change it?"

"No. Only your father and I know the password of the armory."

"Ar — armory?" she stiffened. She knew that her father knows how to shoot, but she wasn't aware of any armories in the basement of the mansion.

"Ah, yes. The shorter firearm was kept in your father's vault in the master's bedroom. Only he knows the password of that vault. In here…" Glen entered her mother's birth date. Followed by a mechanical sound, the door opened. Inside was just like any armory that she saw in some apocalypse movie. It was made of steel and a lot of guns — usually long firearms— were tucked around the room.

It wasn't really a vast space. Probably about seven to ten square meters. She could hear the sound of a generator around. It should be the one powering up the LED lights on the ceiling. She eyed the metal table in the middle and could see a few boxes of bullets. To her left, there were also other boxes of bullets. To her right was a machine that she didn't recognize.

"That one is used to recycle or reuse ammunition. We only use the bullets for practicing, so instead of buying new ones every time, we just recycle some casings. We use that machine to do it."

"This place… looked really clean."

"The last time I was here was about two months back. The Prime minister asked me to clean the firearms."

"Ah.." This was an expected development. But she couldn't really say that she hated it. "Well… how long would it take you to restore the place outside?" The long firearms don't really interest her. First, her arms were too thin. It would be unrealistic for her to even carry those weapons around. And second, her body was too light. The recoil would probably blast her off too.

"What is inside those boxes?" she pointed at the small metal boxes below the long firearm.

"Those were light and small ones. The Prime Minister doesn't really like those. They are small and light. They would be perfect as a concealed weapon."

"Then can I see them?"

Excitement shone in her eyes as Glen showed her everything in the boxes. To her surprise, the guns didn't disappoint her at all. Some of them were really small and light. She especially liked that small gun that weighed less than a kilogram and can easily fit in a small purse. To her, that would be the perfect weapon, especially for someone like her who doesn't have a good body.

"However, you need to start with the basics. In two days, we can start everything." Glen reminded her. "Let's start with safety methods of using guns. Then I will show you how to assemble and disassemble both a gun and a bullet. You must know the basics before doing anything else."

"Alright. I am not in a hurry."

Soon after, the two left the basement. After Glen left to get the notes, Gabi immediately called for the butler. It is the right time to settle this man's loyalty now.

"Miss? You called for me?"

"Yes. Mr. Jonathan. Please take a seat." She was in her study. The shelves that she had were now gone and were replaced by a black leather L-shaped sofa. Across the sofa was a rectangular table where her laptop was located. She watched as Jonathan sat across her. "I need to ask you something."

The older man pursed his lips.

She continued. "I can see that you like Alfons a lot."

"Miss?"

"Did father tell you that he would be the next head of the Sutton clan?" she asked bluntly. "No need to lie. I would understand. After all, I grew up sickly. It was already a surprise that I survive until now." Her body was indeed sickly, but that was only because she was treated as a glass doll since she was young.

She doesn't exercise and wasn't exposed to a lot of things. She was also very picky with her food and just overall lacked a lot of nutrition. Of course, she couldn't really blame anyone for taking care of her. Everyone knew that she was born a premature child and my developments were especially late. Despite recovering and growing up well, everyone still took care of her like a delicate flower.

"Yes. Everyone in the mansion knew that he will be the next owner of this house."

She nodded. This was already expected. "Well… did you know that the house wasn't in father's name but my name?"

"Ah?"

"After my mother's death. All of her properties and wealth were transferred to my name. My father had no access to everything. Meaning, my father had no right to give this house to anyone."

"This…"

"Since father wanted Alfons to become the head of the Sutton Family. Then I have no objections. However… he and the rest of the Suttons couldn't use this house as this is my house." She gave him a sweet smile. "Do you understand what I am trying to say, Mr. Jonathan?" Her point was simple. This house was hers. Their salary also came from her money.

She was giving him a choice. Either he put his loyalty to the true owner of this house or follow Alfons instead. Will he make the right choice?

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Next Month, I will give a huge discount because I forgot to put this discount this month. Sorry about that.