Chapter 396 Extra Story Being Separated (Part Two)

"That's easy for you to say, but can you find him?" Jazlyn said resentfully.

"I'm sure I can find him somehow. His home is there, and I don't think it will move. But I am afraid I cannot meet him in person," Lucas said genuinely.

"You're talking nonsense again!" Jazlyn kicked Lucas.

Aisha pursed her lips and said to Lucas, "If you can find his house, I'll go see him."

The following day, the three of them managed to find Archer's family house. It was in the richest neighborhood in Manhattan. It was in the Fifth Avenue in the upper east district known as the "Golden Coast" of New York City.

"Damn! They also live in Fifth Avenue, yet they're so wealthy! What about us? The gap between their wealth and ours is huge!" Jazlyn sighed helplessly.

"Of course, if his house is at the famous Fifth Avenue, you can't compare with him." Lucas shook his head. "The formation of the Upper East rich neighborhood started from the Fifth Avenue. Needless to say, his family definitely has a rich background. Moreover, everyone who lives there has 'aristocratic faces'. Think about it. If an apartment is expensive, his family lives in a villa! No, scratch that. They live in a manor! It's just a

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eir personalities were extremely different?

"Father, are you planning to kill me too?" Archer sneered.

"No, you'll be fine."

"Oh? Is that so?" With a devilish smile and sharp eyes, Archer stretched out his arm and pointed a small pistol at his father.

"Archer, no!" Aisha screamed and quickly tapped around her waist, searching for her gun. Sure enough, it was gone. When did he manage to take her gun without her knowledge?

"Do you think you can take us all down with that measly gun?" Archer's father scoffed.

Archer's hands were slightly trembling because of the effects of the drugs, but he couldn't surrender now.

"Father, I can't bring myself to kill you, but I can definitely kill myself!" Archer suddenly pointed the gun at his temple, and roared, "Let her go! Otherwise, you're going to have two corpses on your hands!"

"Archer, stop!" Aisha sobbed. She had nothing left to ask for, now that a man could sacrifice his life for her. A distant memory flashed through her mind. Several years ago, when she bumped into a man on a street in New York City, she was greeted with a light kiss. Her hat fell off, and she saw through her hair, a fascinating face. It was Archer!