The Enigmatic Return (Neera and Jean) novel Chapter 479
Because of the trip, Jean had neglected his work for the past two days.
He attended several consecutive meetings in the morning. In the afternoon, he processed a large stack of documents.
Right before he left work, Frederic suddenly appeared in his office.
He frowned when he saw the stack of documents on his son's desk. "You're not the only employee in this company. You can delegate less urgent matters to your subordinates. Why must you do everything yourself?"
Jean replied, "Everything here is urgent, including those that you were supposed to handle. When was the last time you came to the office?"
Frederic was at a loss for a reply.
He had rarely gone to the company headquarters ever since Wrenn was hospitalized. Naturally, he had neglected his work for a long time as well.
As soon as Jean appeared in his office this morning, Frederic's secretary brought him the documents from Frederic's office.
Frederic pressed his lips together. "Send it back. I'll deal with them myself. You shouldn't overwork yourself in case you fall ill again. Your mom and I are worried about you."
Jean remained impassive in the face of his father's concern, though his tone of voice warmed up. "Okay. Anyway, why did you come and look for me today?"
Frederic nodded and said, "Your mother was discharged earlier today. She doesn't like staying in the hospital. Come home and have dinner with us tonight."
Jean did not decline the offer. He packed up his briefcase and followed Frederic back to his house.
At the moment, only Wrenn was in the living room.
Jean looked around. "Where are the others? Aren't they home?"
Frederic replied, "No. We only invited you."
Jean frowned. He could guess the implication of today's invitation.
As expected, while dinner was being served, Wrenn said, "It'll be the annual gala tomorrow. Don't forget what I told you to do. When the opportunity arises, introduce Kyra to everyone in the company and all the journalists. I've already promised the Marks family you'll do exactly that. If anything goes awry, you'll sour the relationship between the Beauvort and Marks families."
"Mm," Jean replied impassively.
Wrenn was satisfied that her youngest son did not resist.
After dinner, Jean played two games of chess with his father before going home.
Halfway back, Ian suddenly seemed serious. "Sire, I think someone is following us!" he said grimly.
Ian had noticed an MPV following them since they left Frederic's house, but he thought it was only a coincidence.
As time passed, his instincts told him the vehicle meant danger.
Jean glanced at the rearview mirror. A few seconds later, he also thought there was something fishy about the vehicle behind them.
"Ditch them," he ordered.
"Yes, Sire!" Ian nodded and floored the gas pedal.
Whoosh! The car sped away like a loose arrow.
Ian was a skilled driver. The car wove in and out of traffic.
However, the MPV behind them sped up as well. Ian could not shake them off.
A few minutes later, Ian noticed something else.
More and more suspicious vehicles were gathered behind them, and they were gaining onto the Rolls-Royce.
"Sire, they must have set up an ambush on our usual route!" Ian reported calmly.
Even though they were in a dire situation, he showed no anxiety on his face.
Jean narrowed his eyes dangerously. "Looks like they've come prepared."
"What should we do now, Sire?" Ian asked.
"We can't shake them off, and this place is too deserted to call for help. Find somewhere to stop the car. Our men will handle the vehicles at the back."
Jean always had bodyguards following him in secret. They were all skilled drivers and fighters.
Ian looked at the rearview mirror. As expected, several cars had intercepted the MPV.
He breathed a sigh of relief. "Yes, Sire."
Soon, Ian found a place to stop the car.
It was a secluded road without any pedestrians.
After he stopped the car, four black MPVs broke through the barricade, caught up to them, and surrounded the Rolls-Royce.
At least a dozen burly men in black clothes came out of the vehicles. Each of them wielded melee weapons.
Ian unfastened his seatbelt and said to Jean without turning his head around, "I'll go and meet them. Wait in the car, Sire!"
Jean nodded. "Go then."
He attended several consecutive meetings in the morning. In the afternoon, he processed a large stack of documents.
Right before he left work, Frederic suddenly appeared in his office.
He frowned when he saw the stack of documents on his son's desk. "You're not the only employee in this company. You can delegate less urgent matters to your subordinates. Why must you do everything yourself?"
Jean replied, "Everything here is urgent, including those that you were supposed to handle. When was the last time you came to the office?"
Frederic was at a loss for a reply.
He had rarely gone to the company headquarters ever since Wrenn was hospitalized. Naturally, he had neglected his work for a long time as well.
As soon as Jean appeared in his office this morning, Frederic's secretary brought him the documents from Frederic's office.
Frederic pressed his lips together. "Send it back. I'll deal with them myself. You shouldn't overwork yourself in case you fall ill again. Your mom and I are worried about you."
Jean remained impassive in the face of his father's concern, though his tone of voice warmed up. "Okay. Anyway, why did you come and look for me today?"
Frederic nodded and said, "Your mother was discharged earlier today. She doesn't like staying in the hospital. Come home and have dinner with us tonight."
Jean did not decline the offer. He packed up his briefcase and followed Frederic back to his house.
At the moment, only Wrenn was in the living room.
Jean looked around. "Where are the others? Aren't they home?"
Frederic replied, "No. We only invited you."
Jean frowned. He could guess the implication of today's invitation.
As expected, while dinner was being served, Wrenn said, "It'll be the annual gala tomorrow. Don't forget what I told you to do. When the opportunity arises, introduce Kyra to everyone in the company and all the journalists. I've already promised the Marks family you'll do exactly that. If anything goes awry, you'll sour the relationship between the Beauvort and Marks families."
"Mm," Jean replied impassively.
Wrenn was satisfied that her youngest son did not resist.
After dinner, Jean played two games of chess with his father before going home.
Halfway back, Ian suddenly seemed serious. "Sire, I think someone is following us!" he said grimly.
Ian had noticed an MPV following them since they left Frederic's house, but he thought it was only a coincidence.
As time passed, his instincts told him the vehicle meant danger.
Jean glanced at the rearview mirror. A few seconds later, he also thought there was something fishy about the vehicle behind them.
"Ditch them," he ordered.
"Yes, Sire!" Ian nodded and floored the gas pedal.
Whoosh! The car sped away like a loose arrow.
Ian was a skilled driver. The car wove in and out of traffic.
However, the MPV behind them sped up as well. Ian could not shake them off.
A few minutes later, Ian noticed something else.
More and more suspicious vehicles were gathered behind them, and they were gaining onto the Rolls-Royce.
"Sire, they must have set up an ambush on our usual route!" Ian reported calmly.
Even though they were in a dire situation, he showed no anxiety on his face.
Jean narrowed his eyes dangerously. "Looks like they've come prepared."
"What should we do now, Sire?" Ian asked.
"We can't shake them off, and this place is too deserted to call for help. Find somewhere to stop the car. Our men will handle the vehicles at the back."
Jean always had bodyguards following him in secret. They were all skilled drivers and fighters.
Ian looked at the rearview mirror. As expected, several cars had intercepted the MPV.
He breathed a sigh of relief. "Yes, Sire."
Soon, Ian found a place to stop the car.
It was a secluded road without any pedestrians.
After he stopped the car, four black MPVs broke through the barricade, caught up to them, and surrounded the Rolls-Royce.
At least a dozen burly men in black clothes came out of the vehicles. Each of them wielded melee weapons.
Ian unfastened his seatbelt and said to Jean without turning his head around, "I'll go and meet them. Wait in the car, Sire!"
Jean nodded. "Go then."
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What kind of stupid confusion is this, how come she didn't know that the my bourvart they are talking about is Jean?...
Author uses too many words to describe useless things and then don't clarify others, who is this aunts friend. Neere went to play golf with who?...
Why is she keeping so many secrets from Jean?...
is it too much to ask, when are they going to know that Jean is the father of her triplets???? the man that night 6yrs ago is Jean???!!!!!!...
Chapter 328, did Alfonso not meet Jeann before, how does he not recognise him huh...
I'm a bit confused, does Roxanna not know that her sister is married..this chapter makes it look like she doesn't know but they already went to Jean for money huh...
Too many words to explain somethings, it's a waste.......
Good Day Dear Author! i just want to ask, why it cant read in normal format? the sentences for every chapter is cut, almost half of the sentence is cut thats why cant read it as whole. Thankyou....