Begging For A Reconciliation

Chapter 45

Han halted. He turned around and stared at Shyanne in the eye. “I didn’t.”

“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.” Text property © Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org.

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.

Obviously, Shawn must be plotting something this time. The patriarch of the Ford family has gotten old. Sooner or later, Shawn will take over the reins of the Ford family, and Shawn is someone that…

“I got it.”

“Aren’t you going to ask me why I’m taking you with me?” Jackson asked him.

Han was rendered speechless for a brief moment.

Jackson added, “Shawn 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 won’t be able to do anything to you.”

“Understood,” Han replied.

The next Sunday, at seven o’clock in the morning, Ian went to the White family to pick Leah up. He wore a black suit and had a gentlemanly smile on his face.

Sasha looked at him admirably. “Ian, please, take me with you. I’d love to meet him too.”

Ian gave her a distant look. “Sasha, listen to me. I’ll bring you a gift from Saint Ville when I get back.”

Sasha bit her lip. He always treated her like a child whenever he talked to her, even though she was already a grown-up and could be his lover.

Leah came out of the house with Jane.

Ian widened his smile and opened the front passenger car door for her.

Jane took Leah’s hands and reminded her, “I want you to call me when you arrive at Saint Ville, okay?”

“Yes, Mom. Don’t worry about me,” Leah bid farewell to both Jane and Sasha, then got into Ian’s car.

In the car, Ian talked to her. “Don’t be nervous, Mr. Simmons is a kind person.”

Leah smiled. “I’m not nervous. I’m just afraid to let you down.”

“You won’t,” Ian replied.

The plane arrived in Saint Ville at ten o’clock in the morning. Ian helped Leah claim her luggage and started a conversation with her while walking. “Mr. Simmons booked us a homestay, I’ll take you there.”

Soon, 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 right next to the corridor.

At the end of the corridor was a tea room, a leisure room, and a large hot spring divided into men’s and women’s sections. Although the building was all made of wood, it looked sturdy.

This was the first time Leah stayed in such a beautiful homestay. Her eyes were full of amazement.

“Isn’t it beautiful?” Ian noticed her expression and smiled. He explained, “This homestay is very famous in Saint Ville. People from all over visit here.”

Leah nodded and said, “It’s beautiful indeed.”

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

They took off their shoes, put on the slippers, and entered the room.

It was a large room separated by a curtain. There was a square table on the wooden floor, and a man in a bathrobe, looking like he was in his fifties, was sitting in front of the table.

There was a chessboard and a cup of tea on the table. Beside him was a woman in a white bathrobe.

“Mr. Simmons, we’re here,” Ian greeted.

“Shh,” the woman sitting next to him made a silent gesture, pointed to Sullivan, and uttered, “Mr. Simmons is playing chess. Please wait a moment.” Ian nodded.

Leah, on the other hand, looked curiously at Sullivan, who was playing chess with himself.

About half an hour later, Sullivan sighed, “I lost.”

Immediately afterward, he swept away the chess pieces.

The maid collected the pieces silently. Sullivan raised his head to look at Ian and smiled. “You two must have waited for a long time.” After that, he looked at Leah and asked, “Is she the violinist?”

“Pleasure to meet you, I’m Sarah White,” Leah said.

“So she’s the new daughter of the White family,” Sullivan said. He nodded, pointed to the violin next to him, and ordered, “Play me a tune.”

Leah shot a glance at Ian. He gave her an encouraging look.

She picked up the violin, took a deep breath, and played a piece.

Sullivan thought for some time and nodded his head. “Not bad, she’s indeed a good violinist. She’s the one then.”

Leah was surprised. “So… that’s it?”

Ian grinned, “Mr. Simmons doesn’t like to beat around the bush. He’s very satisfied with your performance, so he has made his decision.”

“Haha! You know me very well, Ian!” Sullivan nodded and looked at Leah, “It’s still early. Young lady, won’t you play a game with me?”

Leah was a little embarrassed. “But I’m not good at chess.”

“As long as you know the basic rules, it’ll be fine,” Sullivan reassured her and ordered the maid to set up the chessboard.