Begging For A Reconciliation

“You’re not searching for that woman anymore, are you? You’ll let her go even if she might still be alive, right?” Shyanne continued to interrogate.

“I don’t need you to meddle in my affairs,” Han responded while staring at her coldly.

“But, it’s related to our dad, I can’t…” Shyanne did not manage to finish her sentence.

She looked down in horror at his hand that was choking her neck.

Han gripped her neck but did not use any force. Even so, she could not say a word.

“Don’t make me repeat myself,” Han growled at her.

Shyanne was so terrified that her body trembled uncontrollably. She immediately pleaded, “Okay, okay, I get it. I won’t talk about it anymore.” Han smirked coldly, let go of his hand, and walked upstairs.

After the narrow escape, Shyanne fell on her knees, trembling. She touched her neck and gasped for air.

Han returned to his room and was about to take a shower. His cell phone rang at that moment.

The caller ID showed that Jackson was calling him. Upon answering the call. Jackson immediately went to the point. “Do you know that Shawn is back?”

Han narrowed his eyes and replied, “Yes, I do.”

Jackson continued, “He invited me to discuss a business deal in Saint Ville. You’ll be going with me.”

As expected, Shawn really contacted Jackson. Han pinched his eyebrows impatiently.

Shawn was the eldest son of the Ford family, one of the most influential families in Saint Ville. Just like the Howard family, they built their fortune through the property business. Previously, they were more influential than the Howard family. Only after Han took over the Howard family, he succeeded in surpassing them.

this time. The patriarch of the Ford family has gotten old. Sooner or later, Shawn will take over

“I got it.”

why I’m taking you with

rendered speechless for a

must be plotting something on his return. You can keep an eye on him if you follow me. Don’t worry, with my help, the Ford family

“Understood,” Han replied.

went to the White family to pick Leah up. He wore a black suit and had a gentlemanly smile on

admirably. “Ian, please, take me with

I’ll bring you a gift from Saint Ville when I

bit her lip. He always treated her like a child whenever he talked to her, even though she

out of the house with

the front passenger car door for

and reminded her, “I want you to call me when you

to both Jane

her. “Don’t

smiled. “I’m not nervous. I’m just afraid to let

“You won’t,” Ian replied.

Ville at ten o’clock in the morning. Ian helped Leah claim her luggage and started a conversation with

Leah got off the bus and looked at the residence in front of her. It was a traditional-style homestay, with a small garden in front and a long corridor in the backyard. The room was

a large hot spring divided into men’s and women’s sections. Although the building

stayed in such a beautiful homestay. Her

and smiled. He explained, “This homestay is very famous in Saint Ville.

and said, “It’s beautiful

soon as they entered the homestay, Ian checked in using Sullivan’s name, and the receptionist ushered them to a

shoes, put on the slippers, and entered the

square table on the wooden floor, and a man in a bathrobe, looking