The Enigmatic Return (Neera and Jean) novel Chapter 1163

Neera had barely rested for a couple of days when the election for the district president was about to commence.

These past few days, Avery did not show up again. It seemed he had been investigating the incident that occurred that night, as well as the identity of the person who saved Neera.

Shane was as busy as a beaver because of this.

“The other party was very covert in their actions, operating under a do-or-die order. They didn't expect their plan to be exposed. After those three people escaped, our team has been tracking them relentlessly. However, they were extremely cautious and did not immediately contact their superiors, which is why we couldn't identify the puppet master behind the scenes right away. But they're bound to slip up. We deliberately withdrew some of our search team to give the impression that we had given up the search. Coupled with the upcoming district president election conference, they finally let their guard down and exposed their weak spot.”

That day, Shane and Avery returned together, their expressions solemn.

“Although we have some leads now, we haven't reached the mastermind yet. All we know at the moment is that the ones who acted are a group of paid assassins from District Twenty-Five. Clearly, someone hired them.”

“District Twenty-Five?” Neera had only heard of this district but didn't know much about it. “Which family from that district holds a grudge against the Gordon family?”

Shane thought for a moment, then said, “It's hard to say. Right now, we're in the midst of electing the district president. The Gordon family is a popular choice. Anyone who wants to run is considered an adversary. It's not just District Twenty-Five, other districts might also make a move. Moreover, at the end of the day, all we know is that the assassins were hired from District Twenty-Five. But that doesn't necessarily mean the person who hired them is from there, too. It could be a deliberate attempt to mislead us and create confusion.”

“Indeed, you have a point.” Neera's brows furrowed further. Phison is truly unfathomable. No wonder Uncle Chad has been reluctant to involve the Gordon family in the affairs of Phison.

While one might evade for a moment, it was impossible to avoid for a lifetime. The roots of the Gordon family were in Phison, and they wouldn't be able to escape, no matter what.

Seeing her deep in thought, Avery didn't want her to worry, so he comforted her in a gentle voice.

“You don't need to worry about this matter. We're here for you. The election conference is set in District Twenty-One. When the time comes, we'll conduct a thorough investigation and seize the opportunity to settle the score.”

Neera also knew that haste wouldn't help.

“Hmm, they didn't succeed this time, but they might still look for another opportunity to strike.”

Shane nodded. “I've been thinking about it, and I wanted to discuss this with you. You've been injured this time, and your body hasn't fully recovered. It's not suitable for you to overwork. As for this election conference, perhaps you should not attend. Stay here and recuperate. I will assign more people to protect you. After all, you came from Phison this time just to show your face and secure your position as the family head. Whether you attend the election conference or not, it's not that important.”

As a matter of fact, Neera could not care less about the election convention. If possible, he would prefer not to attend at all.

However, now...

She paused for a moment, then declined his proposal.

“I think I should go in person. Mr. Baxter places great importance on the position of the district president. If I don't go, he will definitely use this as an opportunity to make a fuss. I've just taken over as the head of the family, and my position is not yet stable. I don't want to give people a chance to criticize me for no reason. I'll just go and make an appearance. If anything comes up, I'll deal with it as it happens.”

Shane's brows furrowed slightly. “But can your body handle it?”

“Don't worry.” Neera chuckled lightly. “I'm a doctor. No one knows my body better than I do. It's nothing serious. I just need to take some medicine, and I'll be fine.”

At this point, she paused. The light in her eyes dimmed, and the conversation took a turn.

“Moreover,” she said, “those who want to take my life will only reveal themselves when they see an opportunity to strike. Since I have people protecting me, I might as well play the role of a live target. Let's see if the puppet master behind the scenes will still make a move.”

Seeing that she had already made up her mind, Shane didn't try to dissuade her any further.

“All right, then. Let's pack up. We'll set off first thing tomorrow morning.”

That evening, after Neera had finished washing up, she instinctively picked up her phone to take a look.

There were no missed calls or any new messages.

She pouted. Her mood was foul as she slowly brushed her hair.

These past couple of days, it seemed as if Jean had evaporated from the face of the earth, losing all contact with her.

I wonder what he's up to...

Just as she was deep in thought, suddenly, her cell phone rang.

She picked it up, and her eyes lit up instantly.

It was a call from Jean.

She resisted the urge to answer immediately. She finally pressed the answer button after letting the phone ring for a while.

“Why are you calling at this late hour?”

The moment the words left her mouth, she felt a pang of regret.

Why does he sound so upset? Could he have detected my unhappiness?

Indeed, Jean heard it. He put down his signing pen, his eyes and eyebrows carrying a hint of a helpless yet indulgent smile.

“Why so glum? Who has upset you? Tell me about it.”