Chapter 159
Luzia asked about other matters, “Is Festus awake? And Simpson, he must be very tired, please remind him to take care of himself.”
Luzia mentioned the current situation, she hadn’t been in touch with people for a long time since she came back, and Mare had been silent all this time, but Luzia knew he was listening attentively.
“I know,” Luzia stared at the coffee in her cup, lost in thought for a moment, “Joseph hasn’t allowed me to go shopping lately. Last night, there was a Bratva attack near the apartment building, and many people died.”
It seems that the situation in Los Angeles is indeed very grave.
Mare asked, “Has Joseph arranged bodyguards for you?”
“Yes,” Luzia said, “but Joseph doesn’t like the bodyguards to stay in the apartment. They are all outside the apartment. If I don’t go out shopping, I won’t be able to find them.”
After chatting for a while, there was no movement from Vivian’s balcony, she must still be napping, so Luzia said she wouldn’t disturb her.
Yawning, she said, “I’m going to take a nap too.”
“But you just had coffee,” Mare said, “Will you be able to sleep?”
“But I’m very tired now,” Luzia rubbed her eyes, “Say hello to Simpson for me, goodbye.”
“Goodbye.”
…
The computer made a sound indicating successful receipt of an email. Simpson opened his inbox and glanced at it, his expression instantly turning cold.
Floren sat on the sofa next to him, tilting his head slightly to see his computer screen, “Bryson, are you sure he’s still alive?”
Simpson abruptly closed the laptop with an unfriendly tone, tinged with a hint of gloating, “It doesn’t matter. Right now, Joseph’s concern isn’t Bryson, nor is it my brother, because he will soon receive news of Dniel’s death. He will be as busy as a beaver for Barron.”
“Of course, we should also set off,” Simpson picked up his computer.
…
Leaving Joseph’s apartment, the car drove for a long time, and the scenery outside the window kept changing. For Alajos, the streets of Los Angeles were still too unfamiliar. He easily lost his way after just a couple of turns.
But Alajos was always sharp, he noticed that they had at least passed the same stretch of road twice, but the direction they were heading was completely opposite.
Pretending not to have noticed, he focused on dealing with his emails.
Alajos saw an email from Vivian, he opened the attachment, which was a B-ultrasound report.
Obviously, Alajos hadn’t expected Vivian to send a B-ultrasound report. He was momentarily stunned, and it was clear that Joseph sitting next to him had noticed.
Joseph looked at his cold expression, which gradually softened, and he even showed a hint of tenderness. Joseph was curious about what he saw, “What is this?”Content © NôvelDrama.Org.
“The baby’s B-ultrasound report,” Alajos pointed to show him, “This is its head, hands, and feet… The report says the baby is very healthy.”
A B-ultrasound report turned a cruel and brutal mafia Capo into this foolish appearance. A hint of disdain and contempt appeared on Joseph’s face. He thought that Alajos’s strong heart had indeed been eroded by love. The father’s plan was successful, Vivian had made Alajos weak, Alajos was no longer worthy of sitting in this position.
But Joseph concealed it well, he even showed a timely interest, “It’s my little nephew. It seems Vivian has recovered well. Can I invite her to Los Angeles? Luzia has no friends in Los Angeles, she would be very happy to come.”
“If she can mature and not faint again due to Bryson’s injuries,” Alajos lightly blocked Joseph’s proposal.
The proposal was rejected again, but Joseph was not discouraged. He said jokingly, “It seems my sister still can’t satisfy you. But I can understand, Vivian’s weakness and foolishness often give me a headache.”
“But Los Angeles has sent this imperfect Vivian to Houston as a gift to ally the two cities.” Alajos’s tone and expression were somewhat subtle, making it difficult for Joseph to accurately understand his true thoughts.
“Are we there yet?” Alajos took a glance at his watch during the gap when Joseph was pondering, “We’ve been on the road for over an hour since we set off.”
“Don’t worry, we’ll be there soon.” Joseph looked at the road ahead, counting the time it took for the car to turn in his mind, “My father was seriously injured in an attack. In order to ensure his safety, I must protect him tightly. Not revealing his true whereabouts is just a means to an end.”
The car slowly entered a one-way lane, with tall, dense trees planted on both sides of the lane, and the intertwining branches formed a canopy that blocked the sun.
It was in this play of light and shadow that Joseph showed a strange smile, while explaining to Alajos, and at the same time, he answered his phone, “Do you mind if I take this call?”
Alajos made a “please” gesture.
Joseph answered the call, but before he could speak, the person on the other end of the line urgently said, “Dniel is dead!”