I am a master in India

Chapter 366 Double Hit
"In a hurry?" Verma sneered. "Have you considered what Isha will look like two months from now, with her belly sticking out? How will she face anyone?"

“Of course she’s a member of the Sue family,” Ron immediately stated, “but I haven’t prepared anything.”

"The wedding will be held in New Delhi. The Verma family will arrange everything, so you don't need to worry about it."

Verma immediately took over the matter, as according to Indian custom, the bride is responsible for the wedding.

He was worried that Ron would cause trouble again, so he didn't give him a chance to back out.

"Okay, we can talk about the wedding later. But the thing we just talked about needs to be taken care of first."

"What just happened?" Verma asked, puzzled.

“Tamil,” Ron reminded him.

"Why are you so concerned about Jayalalita's case? What does it have to do with you? I seem to remember that the newspapers there published some scandalous news."

“Business! Of course it’s business!” Ron replied immediately, afraid that he might overthink it.

"Business?"

"Yes, I have made a large investment there. Not to mention the Suer Electric factory with tens of thousands of employees, there is also a port under construction, which has cost hundreds of millions of dollars."

As you know, this money all came from banks. After hearing about Jayalalita's arrest, they were considering whether to withdraw their previous loans.

That's a big deal. Without money, the port project will stop, and I'll go bankrupt.

Can you bear to see Isha suffer with me? Can you bear to see your father end up in prison before your grandson is even born?

"Several hundred million dollars?" Verma gasped.

"Yes, several hundred billion rupees."

"You've got some nerve!"

It's not big, and it won't get your daughter pregnant.

"That's how business works; you can only move faster if you're bolder than others."

"In a hurry?"

"Of course, it couldn't be more urgent!"

"Wait for me a moment." Verma turned around.

Ron was wondering what was going on when he picked up the phone and started dialing a number.

After the call connected, Verma said only a few words and then hung up.

"How so?" Ron asked.

“Jayalita should be packing her things and getting ready to be released from prison by now,” he replied casually, glancing at his watch.

"Wow!" Ron exclaimed, his eyes widening in surprise. "No wonder he's the Chief Justice."

"I've taken care of everything for you. Now it's time to talk about the wedding."

“No problem, but I still need to go to Tamil.”

"what?"

“Jayalita is just the most important part; there’s still a lot of cleanup work to do. For example, I need to appease those banks, and I also need to go to the port.”

"You're not thinking of deserting at the last minute, are you?" Verma looked at him suspiciously.

"How could that be? I am Ron Sue!"

"No, you have to make the call right now, right in front of me."

"What call?" Ron asked, puzzled.

"Your family, Uttar Pradesh."

Do you really think Verma didn't do any investigation? He's the Chief Justice; he could get all of Ron's information with a single call.

After their last meeting, Verma had briefly looked at information about Ron.

These are businessmen who run very large businesses, and they are also the focus of the Indian government's attention.

“Fine.” Ron had no choice but to do as he was told.

This cheap father-in-law is so unethical; he actually had to call his in-laws on the spot to feel at ease.

Sigh, what happened to trust between people?
In Uttar Pradesh, it was his second uncle who answered the phone. When he heard that Ron was getting married, he was completely bewildered.

This is so sudden. I hadn't heard that Ron had this plan, even though his family was going to arrange a few blind dates for him.

However, upon hearing that the person on the phone with him was Chief Justice Verma, Adiya immediately became incredibly enthusiastic.

Before Ron could say anything, he confidently patted his chest and guaranteed that the entire Sue family would be present and would cover all the expenses of the wedding.

Verma was delighted, but Ron rolled his eyes.

He's getting married, so why are these two even happier than he is?

The wedding was decided in just a few words, and even the details of the process were discussed.

The Su family has gotten too big for their britches and made a lot of money in the last two years.

Now that they've found a legitimate opportunity to flaunt their wealth, they're eager to cover all the expenses.

Oh well, I'll just have to do as the Romans do.

He glanced up and noticed a pretty figure eavesdropping upstairs.

Ron smiled. "Isa is a good girl."

He's having some trouble with Tamil.

How could he not understand Kavia's thoughts, and Jayalalita as well?

When she was still the Chief Minister last year, she opened the floodgates and gave away a lot of state-owned assets, almost half-selling them to Ron.

On what grounds? On the grounds of his Suer Electric Appliances?
Not qualified!
There's only one reason: family!

Only family members would receive this kind of special care.

Tsk, trouble.

After Verma hung up the phone with satisfaction, his gaze towards Ron softened considerably.

Since we'll become family, I'll have to take care of him.

"I will be sending out invitations soon. President Gao Dali and President Sharma will be attending your wedding. I will also inform the Congress Party, the BJP, and the United Front."

"Huh?" Ron was stunned.

"Is there anything else you'd like to add?"

"Uh, I need to think about it."

"Leave the political, judicial, and police spheres to me, and the military is fine too. As for the business sphere, you can handle it yourself," Verma waved his hand.

Alright, everything has been arranged perfectly.

Ron shrugged, indicating that he had nothing to add.

“However, it would be best to have several weddings, as I also need to take care of the Mumbai location.” He began to seriously consider the matter of marriage.

“You can make your own arrangements in Mumbai; we won’t interfere.” Verma nodded.

South India and North India are different after all, and he knew that some things cannot be generalized.

"You guys get ready here in New Delhi, I have to fly to Tamil tomorrow. Oh, by the way, this watch is nice, it suits me perfectly." Ron casually picked up the Patek Philippe from the table; it was so dazzling, it was hard not to notice.

"You brat, that's my watch!" Verma jumped up in anger.

“Consider it a wedding gift. Look how well it fits on my wrist.” Ron gestured to him, beaming with pride.

"you"

"Ron!" Isa, who was upstairs, couldn't help herself and stomped down the stairs.

"Be careful." Ron reached out to steady her.

"When will you be back?" Isa asked, reluctant to part.

"Soon, I promise."

"Then go and come back quickly."

"it is good."

Isa was very reluctant to part with him; her thoughts were now entirely focused on Ron and the baby in her belly.

She had never been so attached to anyone before, wishing she could stay by his side every moment.

However, she also knew that men prioritize their careers, and what women should do most is to support them silently from behind.

"Don't complain, don't throw a tantrum, and don't be willful," Isha silently reminded herself.

Ron left, taking the Patek Philippe from Verma with him. He boarded a plane early the next morning.

It was already afternoon when we arrived in Madras.

To be honest, he was extremely flustered and didn't know how to explain it to Kavia.

The family forced him to do it? Pshaw, that's ridiculous. Nobody can force him to do that now.

Trying to force a fait accompli? That wouldn't work either; it would make him seem too hypocritical.

"Ron!"

He looked up from his deep thought and saw Kavia standing in the distance, hands on her hips. She wasn't alone; the car window behind her was slightly lowered, revealing Jaya Lalita.

I heard that Ron's flight was today, and the former chief minister personally came to pick him up. If it weren't for Ron, she'd still be in jail right now.

However, Jayalita kept a low profile, not only not getting out of the car, but also wearing a scarf.

But Ron didn't notice any of this. His mouth was agape, his eyes were wide open, and he was so surprised that he couldn't even speak.

If I had to use a metaphor, it would be like being shot.

"You, you, you!" He looked at Kavia in disbelief.

"This is a surprise for you, you're going to be a dad!" She smiled proudly, hands on her hips.

Ron felt dizzy and his vision blurred.

It's over! It's really over!

"What's wrong with you? Are you so happy you've gone crazy?" Kavia laughed.

“Yes, I’ve really become an idiot.” Ron laughed too, a bitter laugh.

He walked over and carefully stroked Kavia's slightly protruding belly.

It was very hot in Tamil, and Kavia was only wearing a thin shirt, making it easy to tell that she was pregnant.

"How many months?" he asked.

"Almost three months."

Ron silently calculated that it was exactly the same day he last stayed in Madras.

"It's all your fault for not bringing an umbrella. There would have been one right away." Kavia gave him a happy, glaring look.

"I really am a sharpshooter; the police in Mumbai are a million miles away from me."

"what?"

"I'm just so happy, I won the jackpot, it's amazing."

"Really? Then why did you sigh just now?"

“I feel sorry for you; you’ve been pregnant for three months without saying a word.”

"Haha, I haven't called you in so long because I wanted to surprise you."

"Yes, absolutely shocking, unprecedentedly shocking."

"What are you mumbling about?"

"Let's go back first. I'm very thirsty. Let me have a drink of water first."

Ron's steps were heavy; he had a feeling something terrible was about to happen. Why did these things have to happen all at once?

Are you sure you're not joking? He glanced at Kavia's belly again; it really was her.

Back in the car, Jayalalita took off her headscarf.

She has lost a lot of weight, and her skin is not as firm as it used to be.

It seems that this period of imprisonment has aged her many years.

However, her eyes were more peaceful, and she no longer had that imperious and arrogant look.

"Ron, thank you."

"Thanks to Kavia, she withstood the pressure."

This isn't Ron being modest; it takes a lot of courage for Kavia to step forward and take all of Jayalalita's collection upon herself.

Because of her sudden disruption, those who originally supported Jayalalita immediately saw it as a lifeline.

They relentlessly attacked the DMK party, accusing them of using their position for personal revenge, claiming that the alleged corruption was a completely fabricated charge.

Jayalalita served as chief minister for five years and eventually developed some connections.

It might not be feasible to force them to fight against the odds and exert pressure, but it's still possible to fight when things are going well and have a legitimate reason to do so.

After this incident, the DMK and the Tamil Supreme Court dared not act recklessly and gradually became more cautious.

Although Jayalalita was not released, she was transferred from prison to a detention center, where she not only has a single room but can also pass the time by reading newspapers.

As for the 77 properties and lands seized, they were all attributed to that godson.

These properties were never registered in Jayalalita's name; no politician would be that foolish.

So AIADMK's people outside colluded and easily got that godson in.

The reason Jayalita is still imprisoned is simply because the DMK is deliberately keeping her under control.

However, Jaya Lalita knew that without Ron, who knew how long she would remain imprisoned.

They have countless reasons to delay, which could take a year or more.

“I know the idea came from you, and you’ve been running around in New Delhi for so long, so this must have been quite an achievement.”

“New Delhi, yes, it wasn’t easy. I really put in a lot of effort and made a huge commitment,” Ron said, his eyes growing brighter.

Huh? Looks like I have an excuse.

(End of this chapter)