Chapter 336 Face Off
The two men dressed entirely in black drove the car into the gateway of a grand villa. Upon arriving at the entrance, one of the men opened the door for Derrick. “Mr. Hisson, we’ve arrived. Please exit the car,” he uttered in a cold voice.
Following the man’s instructions, Derrick made his way out of the car and tidied his rumpled clothing. A teasing smile formed on his face when he noticed the luxurious villa. “It looks like your boss sees me as a valued guest. I was under the impression that I would be locked in a dark, dingy cell. Is he being more benevolent because I’m the head of a publishing company?”
When they heard Derrick’s casual remark, the corners of their mouths twitched. It was the first time they saw someone who remained so composed despite being invited to the villa.
Is he truly so bold? Or is he just foolishly conceited?
Nonetheless, their stony facades did not crack. “Mr. Hisson, please enter. Our boss is waiting for you.”
Derrick nodded at them before he strode into the villa.
Hugo, who had been notified of Derrick’s arrival, was already waiting for the latter in the lobby. “Mr. Hisson, please follow me upstairs. Our boss is waiting for you,” he called out cordially.
With what seemed like a smile, Derrick glanced at Hugo and said, “I can’t believe you guys hosted such a grand welcoming ceremony for my arrival. I’m afraid I’m undeserving of it.”
Hugo did not appear amused by Derrick’s joke. “Mr. Hisson, you should head upstairs. Our boss is not a patient man.”
Without another word, Derrick followed Hugo’s instructions. Although he had been forcibly brought here the moment he landed, Derrick’s nonchalance made it seem as if he was a distinguished guest of this villa.
As Derrick entered the study, he instantly caught sight of a broad-shouldered silhouette standing by the window. The corners of his lips twitched upwards slightly. It looks like my predictions were correct. Who else would it be if not Oscar Clinton?
“Mr. Clinton, this truly calls for celebration. What a coincidence that our paths crossed again.” Derrick clapped his hands in delight. It sounded as if he had just reunited with his long-lost friend.
Oscar turned around and sized Derrick up before pointing toward the sofa. “Take a seat.”
Derrick did as he was told. “Since you went through all this trouble to bring me here, I’m assuming you didn’t do it just to catch up with me,” Derrick said as he raised his brows.
Oscar handed him the picture he had received from Hugo. “One of your men must have informed you that I dropped by your villa in Beshya. This is the picture I found whilst I was there. Would you care to explain?”
When Derrick noticed the photograph of Amelia that was handed to him, his eyes darkened. Yet, his dark gaze vanished as quickly as it appeared. “Mr. Clinton, would you believe me if I told you that I’ve secretly been in love with Amelia all these years? I instructed someone to take this picture in secret so that I could gaze at it and relieve my lovesickness,” he remarked with a smile.
Immediately, Oscar shot him a warning glare.
Derrick merely shrugged. “Even after I’ve spoken the truth, you refuse to trust me. What else can I say to explain it?”
A murderous glint seemed to gleam in Oscar’s fearsome glare. With a low voice, he said, “Derrick, don’t test my patience. I know that you are one of the successors of the Hisson family. Indeed, it is common knowledge that the Hissons are one of the most influential families in this city. However, even your grandfather is afraid of the Clintons. As his grandson, are you willing to sacrifice your entire family and place them in a difficult position just for two women? I’ve caught wind that your mom’s sickness plagues her every year. Aren’t you afraid that her health might deteriorate if she hears what happens to the Hissons? I’m not joking around. In order to find my wife, I will not hesitate to do even the most unspeakable things. Every day, I am closer to the brink of insanity. It’s best if you do not push me off the edge.”
Hearing this, Derrick jolted in shock. Yet, it was not because he was startled by Oscar’s threat. Rather, it was the sadness in Oscar’s gaze that moved his heart. Being the Clintons’ heir, Oscar possessed immeasurable wealth and the devotion of his countless supporters. With such power at his disposal, Oscar was practically invincible. For him to be so desperate, Amelia must mean the world to him.
Only those who had experienced true love could understand the heart-wrenching pain of missing their loved ones.
At the same time, Derrick noticed that Oscar had lost a considerable amount of weight. Not only were his cheeks sunken in, but he also had a look of despair in his eyes. Overall, Oscar looked like a trapped wolf that had its eyes fixated on its prey.
“Mr. Clinton, although it has only been a while since we last met, you’ve lost a lot of weight. You should take good care of your body. Don’t neglect your health for the sake of work. It is important to have a balance between work and leisure,” Derrick replied as he skirted around the topic Oscar brought up earlier.
Oscar’s scowl deepened. “Derrick, we both know that’s not what I want to hear.”
Derrick couldn’t help but sigh. It won’t be easy to fool Oscar.
“Mr. Clinton, let me tell you the truth. When Amelia and Tiffany first fled Saspiuburg, they called me and asked for my help to cross Beshya’s borders. I pulled a few strings to get them there and allowed them to stay in a villa that I purchased in Beshya. After half a month, they told me that they were leaving. Initially, I wanted to stop them. I’m sure you are aware of the feelings I have for Tiffany. I wanted to get in a romantic relationship with her. Unfortunately, she did not reciprocate my feelings. I’m not the type of man to cling to someone, so I bought them flight tickets to Zaprington. They claimed that the beautiful scenery there would be a fitting environment for a child to grow up in.” Derrick’s words were a mixture of truths and lies. Although Derrick was a good liar, the unconvinced look on Oscar’s face clearly meant that he had not bought into the statement.
Derrick shrugged nonchalantly. “Mr. Clinton, I’ve told you nothing but the truth. There’s nothing I can do if you still distrust me.”
“I want Amelia’s phone number. Don’t you dare claim that you don’t have it.”
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