Chapter 328: Chapter 329: Move the EPL

It was only in the late morning that Geon Kim woke up and opened his room door to find the maids waiting. One maid approached him as soon as he got up.

"Would you like to wash up?"

"Yes, I'm going to wash. Where's the bathroom?"

The maid pointed to another maid carrying a basin of water and said, "It's all prepared for you."

Geon looked at the basin and the towels the maids were holding and shook his head.

"No, I'll take a shower."

"Would you like that? This way, please."

Following the maid, Geon noticed the exceptionally attentive treatment seemed burdensome as he passed by Byeong-jun running away, Kevin smiling cheekily while eating cookies fed by another maid, and Shizuka sitting at a vanity with a maid combing her hair. When Geon reached the shower room, he tilted his head in curiosity and entered. Inside was a spacious shower room equipped with a personal sauna. Whistling, he started to shower as the room quickly filled with steam.

In the dense steam, as he enjoyed a refreshing shower, Geon sensed someone's presence and turned his head.

"Who's there, Byeong-jun? I'm showering."

No response came, so Geon squinted through the steam and jumped, startled, quickly covering himself with a shower towel.

"What is it!"

He then saw two maids in swimsuit-like clothes carrying bath supplies, which made him shout in surprise, causing the maids to be even more embarrassed.

"We came to assist with your bath."

"I'm coming out! I don’t need assistance!"

"No assistance needed?"

"No, please leave!"

Geon hunched his body, barely covering himself with the shower towel, and screamed. The maids backed out of the room. After they fully left, Geon quickly dried himself and searched for his clothes but only found a luxurious robe made of fine cloth. Putting on the robe, he looked for his clothes but they were nowhere to be found. Resigned to wearing just the robe, Geon stepped outside and asked the maid who had shown him to the shower.

“Where are my clothes?”

A maid in her thirties approached with a gentle smile.

“We took them to be laundered. If you need underwear, we can prepare it.”

Geon waved his hands dismissively.

“No, it's fine. I have some.”

“Alright, then I'll prepare breakfast.”

“Ah… Okay.”

Geon returned to his room, quickly grabbed underwear from his bag, and was dressing when there was a knock at the door.

"Just a moment!"

Hurriedly changing into a T-shirt and pants, Geon sat on the bed and wiped his sweat.

"Come in."

The door opened, and four maids came in, one after another, with trays of food and drinks, setting up a makeshift table on Geon’s bed. Geon watched silently as they finished setting up, the maids still standing by. With a soft sigh, Geon sat on the bed, and a maid quickly approached with a spoon, offering him a spoonful of steaming soup to his lips. Surprised, Geon leaned back.

"What are you doing?"

The maid silently pushed the spoon closer, and Geon grabbed it, insisting.

“I can do it myself. I have hands. It's uncomfortable with you watching; I can't eat. Please leave.”

The maids hesitated, not moving until an older maid directed them from the doorway.

“Please leave.”

Only then did the maids leave Geon’s room, and the older maid who entered said.

“I am the housekeeper, Vanessa. Please let me know if there's anything uncomfortable.”

Looking up at Vanessa, who called herself the housekeeper, Geon cautiously asked.

“What’s going on? It wasn't like this last night.”

“It's per Mr. Alisher Usmanov’s instructions.”

“Instructions?”

“Yes, we were ordered to treat you with the courtesy due to a state guest.”

“A state guest…”

“Please have your meal and then proceed immediately to the Emirates Stadium.”

“Ah, yes! Understood.”

Vanessa stayed until Geon finished his meal. Watching her nervously, Geon barely managed to eat. After changing into his outdoor clothes and being led by a maid to the mansion's ground floor entrance, his companions, looking relieved to escape the place, awaited him by the cars. The maid’s attentive grooming resulted in everyone looking cleaner and prettier than usual. Geon approached them and asked.

“Did everyone else get ambushed by workers this morning?”

Byeong-jun, who had just kicked Kevin in the rear, sighed and adjusted his waistband.

"Don’t even start. I was using the bathroom, and they were right outside. I thought they’d come in to wipe my behind too."

Shizuka, touching her neatly brushed black hair, added.

“It felt like I had a stylist with me. They did everything

from dressing me to doing my makeup. It’s the first time someone has dressed me since I was six.”

Kevin, still flirting with the maids, said.

“This place is like a harem. Did you see that blonde? She fed me breakfast. Her hands were so soft, it was blissful.”

Byeong-jun put Kevin in a chokehold from behind.

“Don’t embarrass our company! You’re a public figure, man!”

Kevin gasped, "Ah! Let's talk in the car. It’s embarrassing to do this here!"

“What? Don’t flirt with the workers!”

Kevin, gasping for air, managed to say, “Brother, I can’t breathe!”

As the group squabbled, Alisher Usmanov appeared, fully dressed in a gray suit, black luxury shoes, and even a vest.

“Heh, you’re quite lively this morning. Youth is great, isn’t it?”

Byeong-jun quickly pushed Kevin aside and greeted.

“Ah, good morning Mr. Alisher Usmanov. The treatment was so extravagant it was embarrassing.”

Alisher Usmanov patted Byeong-jun’s shoulder, chuckling.

“Heh, you are esteemed guests, after all. Was everything comfortable?”

“Ah…well…”

Byeong-jun glanced at the nervous maids and Vanessa, seeing more than ten maids swallowing nervously and just staring at his mouth, he broke out in a cold sweat and forced a laugh.

“Uh…no problems at all. Haha.”

“Heh, that’s good to hear. Shall we go then? The game starts in two hours, so we should head out.”

The group boarded the Rolls-Royce limousine they had used the previous day and soon entered the streets of London. As they approached the stadium, Kevin exclaimed upon seeing the fans in colorful clothes walking along, singing and cheering loudly.

“Wow, it’s really the EPL! The EPL!”

Geon, slightly excited, fixed his gaze outside the window. Shizuka, also looking out, wondered.

“Everyone's wearing red or white. I don’t see the opposing team’s fans. Why is that?”

Kevin, with a look of disbelief, responded.

“We’re in London. Today is a Champions League match against FC Barcelona, a team from Spain's La Liga. It’s natural there are many supporters for a British club here, but FC Barcelona is popular worldwide. Once we get to the stadium, you’ll see plenty of their fans too.”

As they got closer to the stadium, more fans of the opposing team became visible, though they were far fewer compared to the sea of white and red. Upon arriving at the Emirates Stadium, Kevin pressed his face against the window and shouted.

“We’re here!! Look at the size of the stadium! It seats 60,000 people; it’s huge and the facilities are amazing!”

Alisher Usmanov, with a proud smile, said.

“Not many clubs in the EPL have facilities like Arsenal. We’ll be watching from the VIP seats, not from the general entrance but from a special entrance at the back.”

Kevin, eyes wide, asked.

“VIP? Like those booths at the top of the stadium with windows we see on TV?”

“That’s right, attached to the roof. It’s where you get the best overall view of the game.”

“Wow! To think I’d get to see a game from there! Kei, aren’t you excited?”

Kevin elbowed Geon, who looked somewhat discontent. Alisher Usmanov, noticing Geon’s expression, cautiously asked.

“Is there something bothering you?”

Geon, changing his expression slightly, bowed his head a bit.

“No, it’s nothing.”

Alisher Usmanov, bouncing slightly in his seat, insisted.

“If there’s anything at all, please tell me. I’ll see to it.”

After a moment, Geon spoke up softly, noticing Kevin’s excited look.

“I…well, is it possible to see the players up close and cheer along with the other fans? It might be hard to get to that area since the tickets are probably sold out?”

Kevin started to respond but then seemed to think cheering along with the crowd would also be a good experience and stopped himself. Alisher Usmanov responded.

“Well, it is possible. The VIP seats in front of the central advertising stand are usually empty. But it’s a difficult spot to leave if you need the restroom. Would that be alright?”

Geon nodded brightly.

“That would be perfect. The reason I’m here is to test my music and observe the crowd’s reaction while cheering with them.”

Alisher Usmanov nodded and picked up his phone.

“It’s me, change the seating. We’re going to the VIP seats in the center of the stadium.”

Soon, the group disembarked at a private VIP entrance, empty of any crowds, and were

escorted by security into the stadium. As they passed through dark corridors and approached the bright entrance leading to the first floor of the stadium, Shizuka’s face lit up with emotion at the thunderous sound of the crowd.

Upon stepping out, the sight of 60,000 spectators filling the Emirates Stadium, the bursting fireworks, giant flags, and the loud cheers nearly deafening, overwhelmed them. Kevin, bursting with excitement, clutched his heart and yelled.

“Yes! This is the EPL! Wow, wow, wow!! So exciting!”

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