Chapter 87 His Devotion
His Adam’s apple bobbed slightly, and he had harbored doubts before.
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“The pressing matter at hand is to locate your uncle. It’s practically impossible for a person to vanish into thin air. Especially when even your powerful Zechman family can’t find him, it’s quite unusual!”
Quickly. Michael changed the subject.
Suddenly, a thought struck him. He quickly rose and paced over to the desk, bracing himself against it with both hands. He looked toward Jonathan and asked in a hushed tone. “Doesn’t Gabrielle understand metaphysics?”
“Should we ask her for help? See if she has any solutions? Don’t forget that she has a knack for predicting things, like when she foresaw Ryan trying to tempt Jennifer into mischief during the variety show.” Michael lowered his voice, unable to hide the excitement in his heart.
Previously, he had no interest in metaphysics, but then he suddenly found it intriguing.
She said there’s a way.” Jonathan stated in a serious tone.
Hearing that. Michael quickly clapped his hands and said. “Isn’t that the solution, then? Ask Gabrielle for help, and if it comes to it, you can repay her with your devotion.”
“What you guys have doesn’t really count as marriage. Apart from sending the bride price over, there wasn’t even a wedding ceremony! When the time comes, you’ll devote yourself to her, becoming her man,” Michael immediately suggested.
Jonathan’s dark eyes narrowed slightly, a glint of coldness flashing beneath them.
“I’m just saying, you know! However, Gabrielle is only twenty, and she’s in the prime of her youth. You, on the other hand, are already twenty–eight. To her, you might seem like an old man, and she might not necessarily be interested in you,” Michael said in a low voice after clearing his throat.
No sooner had the words left his mouth than he felt a chill sweep through the study, causing him to shiver involuntarily.
“I was just speaking off the cuff. There are no hidden implications.” Michael cleared his throat and said, “I’ll take my leave now. I need to go back and ask my father.” With that, he turned on his heel and walked away.
No sooner had he left than Charles knocked and entered the room.
Charles walked in, carrying a bowl of soup. He set it down on the desk, his aging face showing a hint of worry as he looked at Jonathan. In a low voice, he said, “Mr. Zechman, it’s getting late.”
“All right. You should rest first,” Jonathan said in a hoarse voice.
He reached out, taking a sip of the soup before picking up the document from the side. He then continued to peruse through
“Charles.” Jonathan seemed to have thought of something and suddenly called out to him.
Just as Charles was about to leave, he heard Jonathan call out and quickly turned around.
“Yes, Mr. Zechman Charles asked, a hint of confusion in his voice.
Jonathan rose from his seat pensively He glanced around the study before saying in a low voice, “I’ve heard that those religious ones have a particular fondness for gold. Have you heard about this?”
“Well… Yes. I’ve heard about that before,” said Charles. “Those who are religious have a penchant for creating golden statues for their devotees, crafted entirely from pure gold.”
He glanced at Jonathan in confusion, only to hear him say, “I need a favor from you.”
“Go on,” responded Charles, a hint of nervousness in his voice as he quickly stepped forward.
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Jonathan Gabrielle’s voice echoed persistently by his car.
Charles stood beind her, pacing anxiously. In a low voice, he said, “Mrs. Zechman, I don’t know what’s wrong with Mt. Zechman. He just won’t wake up?
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“What did you dream about?” Gabrielle stepped back half a step
She placed her delicate hands behind her back, turning her head to glance at Jonathan sideways.
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Jonathan got up and walked over to the side to pick up a glass of water. He took a sip, giving himself a moment to gather his emotions before he said in a hushed tone, “I dreamt of the car accident that took my father life.”
“That meident kept replaying in my dreams. No matter how hard I struggled, I couldn’t escape from that place.” Jonathan sand in a somber tone
Gabrielle looked at him thoughtfully before striding forward.
She reached out her hand, intending to touch Jonathan’s forehead. Seeing that, he quickly bent down, leaning his forehead toward her. Gabmelle glanced at him.
She hadn’t expected him to be so tall, and her hand simply couldn’t reach around him.
With that in mind she gently placed her hand on his forehead. Her almond–shaped eyes slightly squinted as she delved into his mind. After a moment, she withdrew her hand.
“Did you encounter anything unusual yesterday or drink something you don’t usually have?” Gabrielle asked in a soft voice.
Although she asked that it was clear that she already had the answer in her heart..
“Other than attending to official matters yesterday, I also visited the Zechman manor, Jonathan said. As he said that, his dark eyes slightly narrowed, pupils contracting a bit, casting a somewhat surprised look toward Gabrielle.
Upon seeing her lightly raise an eyebrow, he finally uttered in a deep voice. “My mother made me a cup of coffee.”
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