“That’s the last of it,” Jason said to a big burly man who was more abundant than he was in size, both vertically and horizontally.
They had just finished packing the last of his stuff from the hotel into a black rcedes SUV that would be taking both him and his luggage to Ronaldo’s house.
Before they finished training for the day, Ronaldo had called so of the people from his security team to co over with an extra car that would help Jason move so imdiately after training for the day was over, Jason headed to his hotel in the company of the people the abundantly sized guy.
His na was Gustavo, Jason had found out after a bit of conversation with the guy while they drove to the hotel.
While Gustavo headed back to the car to wait, Jason headed over to Adele’s room to talk to her for a bit.
There he told her everything that happened and that he would no longer need a house for a while so she no longer have to stay around in Italy.
After quickly discussing a few other matters and then saying their goodbyes, Jason quickly rushed back to the car to et Gustavo.
“Are we headed ho now?” Gustavo asked Jason as he climbed into the passenger’s seat.
“… Uh, yeah,” Jason muttered, feeling a bit hungry.
He didn’t know how the food situation was at his new ho for the next six months, but he had enough snacks in his bag to last him for at least a day and that would be enough ti for him to sort himself out.
On receiving the order from Jason, Gustavo had already begun driving, cruising the streets with nothing but mory and heading towards the more affluent part of Turin.
After almost a full hour of navigating traffic-laden streets, the car finally pulled up in front of a huge compound that scread modern luxury, as did the remaining compounds all around it.
The gate slid open and the rcedes SUV drove into the compound, allowing Jason to feast his eyes more on the beauty of the whole compound.
‘That’s a big a** house,’ Jason thought in awe but kept his awe out of his face as he stared at the big and beautiful looking house and the other annexes that looked like mini versions of the house scattered around the compound as far as the eye could see.
The car soon ca to a stop, allowing Jason to get down.
Before his foot even reached the ground, Jason could hear the trunk of the car being pulled open and stuff being pulled out.
Before he could go over to help out, soone stood in his way.
It was a woman who looked to be in her fifties and had an air of authority around her.
“This way sir,” she said, but her words left Jason in no doubt that he was the one she was talking to and he acquiesced, letting her lead the way.
Glancing behind him to watch his bag being carried in a different direction left him confused, but he didn’t say anything and just followed behind the boss-like lady.
Jason was led into the main house and before long, he found himself in a room with a dium sized dining table, which was beginning to beco a common thing.
Since entering the house, Jason had realized that the only thing big about this house was its size, everything else inside was a normal size, however, there was a lot of everything and Jason had already seen two dining tables before reaching this one and he had no doubts that there were probably a few others lying around sowhere.
However, there was one difference between the current dining table and the others that Jason had seen, and that was that soone was using this dining table.
“Nice place you’ve got here,” Jason said to Ronaldo who was seated at the table eating.
“I guess they were right, big dreams guarantee big returns,” he added as he sidled up to the table, no longer following the woman who Jason considered to be sothing like a butler or caretaker.
“… Only if you work hard to fulfill them,” Ronaldo said after swallowing what was in his mouth.
“Sit,” he gestured to one of the chairs and Jason imdiately dragged out a chair, needing no other incentive to rest his tired legs.
As he sat, Ronaldo glanced at the caretaker woman who imdiately nodded and walked away, knowing what to do next without her boss having to say anything.
“One of the annexes has been prepared for you. Your bags have been taken there,”
“You’re the only one using the place so you’ll figure your way around it, I hope,” Ronaldo started, but before he could say more, the caretaker woman was back, pushing a tray of food that she skillfully set before Jason with nary a word.
“Enjoy,” she said in English that was heavily accented by an Italian tone.
“Thank you,” Jason responded with a smile before picking up his cutlery and diving into the Pesto-Infused Chicken with Whole Wheat Penne and Stead Broccoli.
“Your caretaker has quite a lot of nutritional knowledge, this al is good for recovery-boosting after hard training,” Jason comnted
“It’s delicious too,” he complinted after chewing a delicious mouthful.
“Actually… I’m the one that tell them what I want to eat,” Ronaldo said with a laugh.
“You did? If you know that much, you don’t even need a nutritionist,” Jason said surprised.
“Oh I do… he does the cooking,” Ronaldo said, before getting back to his food and leaving Jason’s jaw dropped.
‘Who hires a nutritionist so that he can use them as just a chef?’ Jason couldn’t understand the thoughts of the rich anymore and just returned his focus to his al.
They quickly finished their al in silence, both of them swallowing away like disciplined eaters.
Both Jason and Ronaldo didn’t know it, but they both agreed on the thought that there was no point in spending more than half an hour at most on eating.
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