Chapter 54

Reincarnated as a Fisherman and a Dad Chapter 54

'You and your political wars. You guys have been fighting for many years for the leadership of this province.' Roman listened to his cousin’s endless words, as if the cycle of greed and ambition in their family line would never end.

Larry Araneto and his family had been longing to take the Governor’s position and cripple the Patong family. Hence, Larry raided Lang Patong’s drug laboratory despite the police chief’s hesitation and the warning signs that such a move might trigger retaliation.

Sometimes Roman was confused about how his mother had been born into a power-hungry family like the Aranetos. She might be strict, but she never tolerated crimes and always carried herself with integrity.

'But so far, Araneto is less poisonous than Patong. At least Araneto never participated in murder and drug crimes in the region, as far as I know. They’re just greedy and power-hungry. They’re also corrupt and embezzle government funds, squeezing every peso from projects meant to help ordinary people, but they don’t kill people.'

Both families were corrupt, and Roman often wondered how long their dirty games could last before the province itself broke apart.

Fortunately, the Alejandro family was different. Their money came from clean businesses. Roman’s grandfather started with a construction company, then later dabbled in real estate and hotels. Eventually, the family expanded into fast food restaurants, resorts, and many other industries.

Roman’s grandfather was respected because he came from a poor family. Without him, the Alejandro family would be nothing, just like most of their relatives who still lived modestly.

'So it’s not surprising that I met a fisherman who shares my surname. Not every Alejandro is rich, and the bloodline is scattered far and wide.' Roman thought to himself.

In Timog-Kanluran, where his grandparents came from, the family owned hotels, resorts, and restaurants. It was Roman’s job to oversee the businesses in the region, a responsibility he found exhausting. That was why he decided to reconnect with his relatives from his mother’s side, the Araneto family.

As for the resort island, it belonged to his father. It stood as one of the crown jewels of their estate, attracting wealthy guests from the capital and even foreign tourists.

"Anyway, now that their drug laboratory is gone, their business will be heavily damaged. We can slowly cripple the Patongs. Those bastards... I can’t believe they tried to kill me. I’ll make sure they face the same treatment."

Larry smiled coldly at the ceiling, his expression chilling.

'I won’t be surprised if another person ends up floating in the ocean.'

Roman shook his head. He had thought reconnecting with the Aranetos would help him expand the business, but now it seemed it would take longer than expected, and might even cost him more than he had planned.

"I already contacted your parents and told them you’re recuperating in my resort. So far, people still believe you’re missing. Even the Patongs. What’s your plan?"

"Thank you for informing my parents. For now, I’ll rest. Once I’m healed, I’ll take care of the Patongs and pay them back tenfold for what they did to me." Larry grinned like a devil, his lips curling with the promise of blood and vengeance. Now that the enemy had resorted to murder, he saw no reason not to do the same.

"By the way, Roman. Where’s the fisherman who saved me? I want to return the favor. He saved my life, and it’s my responsibility to help him back."

"I don’t know. I had just returned when I heard about your accident. I haven’t had time to look into it. Alfred probably knows the fisherman’s name."

Roman called the resort manager, and Alfred appeared.

"Sir Larry, the fisherman who saved your life is Karlos Alejandro. He didn’t leave his address. He just brought you here and left a few minutes later."

"He didn’t leave a message or any way to contact him?" Larry was surprised and secretly impressed. The fisherman clearly hadn’t expected anything in return. He had acted out of goodwill. Larry formed a great impression of the man and decided he would not forget his name easily.

"He just told me his name and left right away."

Alfred glanced at Roman while speaking, clearly wanting to say something but hesitant to do so in front of Larry.

"..." Roman kept a calm expression, though his mind was working.

"Alejandro, huh? Roman, this fisherman has the same surname as you."

"You know my family hails from Timog-Kanluran. There are plenty of Alejandros in this region."

"You’re right, haha. Four of my classmates in high school were Alejandros."

A few minutes later, Larry Araneto returned to rest, still weak.

"Sir..." Alfred lowered his head before Roman as the two left the room.

"The man who saved Larry was named Karlos Alejandro?"

"That’s right. He’s also the fisherman who sold Leopard Coral Groupers and Yellowfin Tuna back when you were relaxing on the yacht," Alfred confirmed. He remembered clearly, he had been the one to pay Karlos and meet him up close.

"Really? I didn’t know that." Roman had already forgotten, but Alfred’s reminder brought it back.

"This Karlos Alejandro, does he have black hair?"

"That’s right, sir. Also..." Alfred hesitated. "He resembled you and the first young master."

"..."

Roman fell silent.

He and his older brother were twins and looked nearly identical. His brother had even grown a beard to distinguish himself. Roman was used to hearing that his brother looked like him, but he hadn’t expected another man to share their features. The thought unsettled him more than he wanted to admit.

"Alright, you can leave now. Don’t tell the others what you saw. Keep it a secret that someone is recuperating on the island."

"Yes, sir."

Alfred excused himself.

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The next day, despite his hangover, Karlos was speechless as he opened the trap he had set around the small island.

"Jackpot... I hit the jackpot!"

Karlos laughed out loud as he looked at the contents of the trap, it was filled with lobsters. Huge spiny lobsters.

In any country, lobsters were a delicacy. Delicious and expensive, they were a prize catch that could fetch a handsome price at any market. No wonder Karlos was so happy.

The first trap he hauled in contained four adult spiny lobsters. They were plump and very much alive, thrashing in the container with surprising strength.

He placed them in a container one-third filled with seawater. The price of lobster was around 600 to 700 pesos per kilogram. He grinned at the four big lobsters in the container before returning his traps to the shallow waters, only about two meters deep.