Female Novel
Chapter 853
Back in Essley, Jean and Neera found out about Marnie and Gladeon the following morning.
"Old Mr. and old Mrs. Garcia is currently residing in a bungalow in the countryside," Ian explained.
"All around, it's a pleasant place to be in terms of the environment and standard of living. We have peoplewatching over them there. Everything is in order."
He broke into a broad grin and reassured Neera, "Mrs. Beauvort, you can relax now."
Neera was impressed by Jean's productivity.
"Thank you both for this," she said as she nodded to Ian and then to Jean. "You've been a tremendous help."
Jean tapped her on the forehead and teased, "I always tell you to drop the politeness, but you still thank me. Whydidn't you pay attention to anything I said?"
"I did," Neera replied sweetly, "but I still want to say it!"
Jean looked at her helplessly and said, "Forget it! I'm fine as long as you're happy. They've settled now, so youdon't have to worry about it in the future."
"Yeah." Neera nodded and stated, "I can answer to my aunt now!"
Jean had to head to the company's branch immediately after breakfast, as he had some urgent matters to take careof there.
"You should rest at home," he said to Neera. "Don't go anywhere. Do you hear what I'm saying?"
Neera nestled on the sofa obediently and nodded.
"Yes, I will behave. You can stop worrying about me and go about your day," she responded.
The triplets chuckled and added, "Don't worry. We'll keep an eye on her. You need to get to work and get home ontime."
Jean felt a warmth spread throughout his heart.
He didn't want to go anywhere because his favorite person was waiting for him there.
The fact remained, however, that there was still work to be done. He quickly left afterward.
On the way, Ian informed him of another matter, "Sir, Alfonso went to the hospital to find Roxanne and Susan. Inaddition, Cloud and Storm uncovered evidence of the mafia's presence. They're looking into Claude's death rightnow."
Jean was aware of this, but it didn't bother him.
"I have no interest in dealing with them. Let them look into it. Keep an eye on Alfonso; he hasn't yet acquiredANXIN Group, and they will continue to target Neera. We must keep an eye on them and prevent them fromharming Neera!"
"Understand!" said Ian as he took the order.
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The Coxes' manor.
Avery was chilling out in the yard, leaning against a lounge chair, and drinking tea.
Violet, who was carrying a stuffed bunny, hopped to his side.
"Why are you still here?" she asked, blinking.
Avery's gaze was raised, and he asked her nonchalantly, "Well, where else should I be?"
"Aren't you supposed to stop by and see Ms. Garcia? She's suffered injuries for days, and you haven't doneanything! When are you going to do something to make her like you?"
With disdain, she questioned, "Are you afraid of that, Jean? I heard he's almost moved in with Ms. Garcia now!Your fiancée will be stolen by him sooner or later, given how quickly things are progressing. Why don't youworry?"
Avery's hand, which was holding the cup, froze in mid-air.
He narrowed his pupils slightly.
He was up to date on Neera's whereabouts, injuries, and what Jean had done to help. He'd looked up his lover'srival.
The only thing that came to mind was that this man was powerful. Those around him were intimidating. This wasno ordinary businessman.
What bothered him the most was that no matter how far he dug, he couldn't find any more information aboutJean.
Violet reached out and shook her hands in front of his eyes as she noticed Avery had fallen into a daze.
"Hey! What is it that has you so absorbed in thought? Have you heard me?"
Eventually, Avery regained his composure. He raised the teacup to his lips, sipped it slowly, and spoke calmly.
"I heard it. I'll have the housekeeper select some gifts for her and deliver them to her."
Violet was rendered speechless.
She rolled her eyes but could do nothing about it. She simply told Avery's assistant, Irwin, who stood to the sideand said, "You're full of ideas, aren't you? Can't you show him some tricks?"
Irwin was also at a loss for words. His boss was completely hopeless in the dating department.