The Enigmatic Return (Neera and Jean) novel Chapter 1275

"I know that," Neera sighed helplessly. "I wonder when I'll finally master this. I can't let Mr. Weaver teach me in vain."

As she mentioned Finnley, something suddenly came to her mind and she slapped her forehead.

"Oh no, oh no! I've been so busy during the past few days that I completely forgot what Mr. Weaver said! He also mentioned that he wanted me to continue practicing at the fighting arts center!"

Adriana and Chad were unaware of this. They looked at her curiously. "What are you practicing?"

Neera made a gesture and said, "I'm practicing throwing darts. Previously, I was almost injured by Stella's people at the Medicina family's clinic. It was Mr. Medicina who saved me with his throwing darts. Shane noticed my interest and took me to Mr. Weaver to learn the art of throwing darts. However, Mr. Weaver said we should proceed step by step and let me start with throwing darts. During my trip to Mount Cloud, I made some progress, and it proved to be somewhat useful."

Upon hearing this, Chad couldn't help but laugh. "I wasn't aware of this. Mr. Weaver hasn't taken on a student in a long time. If he's willing to teach you, it seems he thinks highly of you."

Neera chuckled. "I wasn't too bad. At least I didn't embarrass him."

As she spoke, something occurred to her, and she suddenly had an idea.

"By the way, Uncle Chad, can we send Mr. Weaver there? Although he's getting older, he's still strong and agile. Back on Mount Cloud, he was very skilled in fighting! If he could go, he would surely be of great help."

After considering it, Chad said, "That could work, but whether he'd be willing to do it is another matter. Although Mr. Weaver has some connections with the Gordon family, he doesn't have much to do with the Cox family. He's always been independent. The reason he was willing to follow you to Mount Cloud previously was because you are the head of the Gordon family. But this time, he might not be willing to go."

Neera agreed. "I'll ask him then."

Chad chuckled. "That depends on how much influence you have."

On the way to the fighting arts center, Neera shared her training experiences with Finnley with Jean.

The triplets insisted on coming along. They perked up their ears, listening with great interest.

In no time, they arrived at the fighting arts center.

Neera still felt somewhat anxious when she got out of the car.

"I haven't been here for a few days. I wonder if he's upset with me..."

Jean gently ruffled her hair. "If he's upset, just try to appease him."

Neera rubbed her nose and muttered, "You think everyone is as easy to please as you are."

Jean chuckled. "Seems like you know I'm easy to please..."

While the two were engrossed in their conversation, they entered the fighting arts center.

At that moment, Finnley was lying on the rocking chair, his face covered with a large palm-leaf fan, leisurely rocking back and forth. He seemed to have fallen asleep.

While Neera debated whether or not to wake Finnley, the straw fan suddenly slipped down, and the old man looked over with narrowed eyes.

Seeing her approach, his expression darkened. He grunted and covered his face with the large straw fan again, clearly showing that he had no interest in engaging with her.

Neera was speechless.

She gave Jean a pitiful glance as if to say, "See? He's definitely angry."

Resignedly, she walked over and put on a pleasing smile. "Mr. Weaver, I've come to see you."

A cold snort echoed from beneath the straw fan. Yet, Finnley remained motionless.

Neera, realizing her mistake, softened her tone and said sweetly, "Mr. Weaver, please don't be angry. I've been so busy these past few days that I forgot. I didn't intentionally avoid coming."

Finnley had been holding in his anger for a while. Upon hearing those words, he couldn't contain himself any longer.

With a swift flick of his straw fan, he sat up with a rustle.

"You have the audacity to say you're busy? I heard you've been out gallivanting with some young man, eating, drinking, and having fun. Trying to deceive me? Ha!"

Only while speaking did he notice that Jean was also present. He pointed at the latter with his straw fan while grumpily venting his frustration at Neera.

"So it's this young man! And you even brought him here. Tell me! Have you deliberately come to upset me?"

Neera was both amused and exasperated. "No way! I've truly been busy. I've been dealing with people from the various family factions for the past few days. It was only when I finally had some free time that I came out to relax. The moment I thought of you, I hurried over. Look! I even specially made fish stew for you to try."

As she spoke, she held up the thermos, opening the lid for him to smell, her actions filled with the intention to please.

Finnley was initially full of anger, but his expression changed several times upon smelling the aroma of the fish stew.

"You... You better stop trying to deceive me with these tricks!" He maintained a serious face and pretended not to care, but he couldn't help but sneak glances in her direction.

Neera almost laughed at his childlike behavior, but she feared it might upset the old man even more, so she had no choice but to hold it in.

"I wouldn't dare to deceive you, Mr. Weaver. This is something I've carefully prepared just for you. No one else has it. Even if you're angry with me and wish to reprimand me, can we at least wait until after you've had the fish stew? Otherwise, if the fish stew cools down, it won't be as fragrant as it is now. Is that okay?"

Finnley simply harrumphed loudly.

Raising his chin haughtily, he pushed himself up from the rocking chair and strolled toward the inner room while fanning himself with the straw fan.