It'll Come Naturally novel Chapter 593

"I… Excuse me. Does Yakira Mo live here?" Paul didn't expect to be spotted, so he tried to be unobtrusive. He wanted to run away, but he couldn't as he was penniless now.

"Yes. She lives here, but she is not home now. I'm her son. Is there anything I can do for you? If you don't mind, I can pass your message on to her." After learning that the man wanted to visit his mother, Brian opened the car door and got out. He stared at the man's dreadful appearance with sharp eyes, wondering how he knew his mother.

"You're her son? She has never told me she has a son. You're not lying to me, are you?" Paul looked Brian up and down, skeptical about who he was. Yakira had never told him that she had a son around this age, so he didn't believe what Brian said.

"Sir, didn't you see that I came out of the house? Why would I lie to you? Look at you. You're a mess. What could I possibly want from you?" Brian displayed a helpless smile at Paul's scrupulousness. In his opinion, Paul looked like a bad person, but he thought Brian was a liar.

"So you really are her son. What's your name?" Paul still didn't believe Brian. He was detained on Edward's orders earlier, so he became particularly cautious about everything and refused to trust others easily.

"My name is Brian Ouyang. Why are you here? Well, if it's not urgent, you can tell her to her face when she gets back." After stating his piece, Brian opened the car door again, ready to leave at any time.

"Wait! I believe you. My cousin didn't mention you to me, so I wasn't sure. Please don't take it to heart." As Brian was about to leave, Paul panicked. He hadn't had a bite to eat for almost a day and a night. He thought to himself, 'As this guy said, he's Yakira's son, which means he's my nephew. Since I can't find Yakira, I can turn to him.'

"Cousin? You mean my mother is your cousin? Then how should I address you? Uncle? She didn't tell me anything about you either." Brian began to doubt Paul's words. Once again, he stared at Paul in disbelief.

"You weren't born yet when I left the country. I can understand why she doesn't mention me to you. Anyway, she doesn't want to see me again." Paul took a sidelong glance at Brian. He thought, 'So to Yakira, I'm dead. She has never told me she has a son. Basically, I'm screwed. She wants nothing to do with me, and probably doesn't care whether I'm in the country or not. So I can't even hang with my family.'

"What do you mean? Does she have a grudge against you? Or do you have something on her?" Brian was sensitive. He didn't know what Paul meant. In his opinion, the man standing before him was too weird. He had never seen him before, but now he appeared when the Ouyang family was having its hardest time. Did this mean that he had something to do with his mother being arrested?

"The answer to that will cost you. So how much money do you have on you?" Seeing that Brian was curious, Paul deliberately kept him guessing, in an attempt to extort some cash from him. The deeds he did for Yakira were no longer a secret. He could tell her son the whole story, frankly.

"It depends on how valuable your info is. I don't have time for games." Brian squinted at Paul. He wanted to call him "uncle" a minute ago, but what he said just now deterred him. Admittedly, sometimes one's family background was really important because it was closely related to his morality and cultivation. As the saying goes, birds of the same feather flock together. Undoubtedly, Paul and Yakira were intent on nothing but profit.

"Very astute! How about we discuss this over dinner? I'm starving. First we eat, then we can conclude our business." Paul got excited because Brian was curious about what he had. He rubbed his hands together.

"Get in," Brian sneered. He opened the door and took the seat, wondering what surprises Paul had for him.

"Okay," Paul answered in an oily voice and got in the car. He chuckled to himself at the thought that he would have money to burn even if Yakira didn't help him.

Little did Brian know that he would hear a nasty, brutal fact, and the accomplice Paul would show his hideous features without feeling guilty. At dinner, Paul filled him in.