228 The Meeting 3 (2/2)
As he supported the small saucer with his other hand, he carefully took a sip of the finely brewed coffee. He nodded at the taste. The natural blend of the creamer perfectly suited his tongue.
Gio crossed his arm at the sight and ignored the one offered to him.
His eyes went to the distant border.
A while ago, he had contacted Old Gil and the others who became very ecstatic about his return.
Those agents were so full of motivation and energy, so much that they took the initiative to check any abnormality in the city.
So far, what they found related to Sofony was her sister's appearance at the airport.
It seemed she was not alone as it was reported that this Steffany Mendez was with Wendy Gomez, yet the latter went missing and Sofony's sister had only alerted the airport's people.
He was guessing these two didn't even inform Sofony of their return because they wanted to surprise her. His girl too didn't expect them to sneak out of J Country.
Now, look at what happened.
The man clicked his tongue in annoyance.
”Sir.”
When a voice suddenly rang from his left earphone, his hand automatically went to it, his forefinger pressing on the device so he could hear Old Gil's voice better.
”I would just like to report that we recently lose track of Miss Sofia Mendoza and Sir Chris Meyer.”
”Hmm?”
His eye darkened. If even those two who Sofony had explained yesterday as her clone and ally disappeared, it was hard for him to believe that the matter she wanted to settle was still as manageable as she claimed.
Conrad stared at him.
”Something's weighing on your mind. Why don't you speak about it to me?”
The young man gave him a sharp glare thirsting for blood and asked,
”My dear uncle, I'm sure you're fully aware of how much emotional damage you have done to me and Sofony for the past three years. So if I tell you to contact Fred and have him track where my Baby is now, will you help? To at least lessen the great resentment I harbored against you a little bit?”
The older man sighed,
”Even if I help you out, I'm sure whatever you're planning against me won't stop. Look, you're not explaining to me about the most recent mess that you have stirred up.”
”Did you ever try to hear out my explanation back then? When I told you that I'm at least unkillable by those under Fred Mendez' level?”
In other words, Gio asked if explanations, in general, could make their way into Conrad's brain.
Conrad coughed and said, ”I'm already innocent here, my nephew. That lunatic is the one who doesn't want to let off the opportunity to waste away one of my favors.”
”Favor or not, I don't care. My question will stand still until you answer it.”
The two exchanged long glanced over the table. When the younger one's eyes grew sharp to the point that Conrad already wondered how many times he died in this young man's mind, he helplessly relented,
”Fine. I'll ask that lunatic. But whether he'll do you that favor will remain a question only he could answer.”
Gio sneered. ”Use one of your favors then, I'm sure he won't refuse.”
Of course, the older Albarez expressed his opposition by not commenting and only phoning the other annoying middle-aged man.
After Gio heard the reply he wanted, which he felt amazing to have received from the damnable and unreasonable high-level host, he humored his uncle in a brief talk and sarcastically explained why he did a search of a prospective spouse for Conrad that way.
”I would have loved to have a lengthier discussion with you about life and blood-relationship, but sadly, I have to go now.”
When the boredom and worry got past a certain boundary, he stood up, leaving the coffee and cake served to him untouched.
Conrad didn't speak and continued enjoying his coffee.
Yet because he was focusing so much with the drink that he didn't pay much attention to his surroundings, hence, not noticing that Gio came to his side.
When he discovered the presence of his nephew there, it was already late.
”Aaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhh!”
The loud sound of a fist making contact with a jaw and the noise of a body falling to the ground got drowned out by the sharp ear-splitting shout.
It helped alert the bodyguards by the doorway though.
Yet when they went to the wealthy magnate's side, they only found Conrad there, with a bleeding mouth, unmoving on the limestone covered floor.
The man who caused him to be like this was already down the driveway below, patting the shoulder of the old housekeeper there who got shocked by the sight of him coolly jumping from the second floor's verandah.
Before Gio got into his car, he told Old Joe,
”Relay to my beloved uncle, that's just a percent of the interest. A nice day to him.”
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