Chapter 921 - Believe In Jean Widjaya!

Leonard couldn't help himself from pinching his fingers a little hard, a cold voice could be heard. "After my men returned to investigate the case of Mellisa's car accident, they realized that the traffic cameras 5 kilometers from the crash site had all been damaged."

"Moreover, there were many vehicles on the highway that night, so it was difficult to find any relevant clues. If it's said that Mellisa was taken away by him, and surveillance along the way was destroyed, does that prove that he knew something was going to happen that night?"

Hearing his voice, Jean's eyes became a little deeper. "Don't rule out this possibility."

"Fuck!" Leonard cursed in a low voice, the file in his hand contorted from his anger.

Glen looked at them inexplicably, took another sip of his cigarette, and coughed a little. "What are you talking about? Jean, is this Frans looking for you because of you?"

Frans, whose real name is Elfrancs, according to the information in his hand, came from a poor family when he was young, and then dropped out of school to work.

Perhaps because his luck was so great, after he got in touch with the jade industry, it was him who now had a hold of a big scale business.

In Glen's eyes, this kind of person was not worth paying attention to.

No matter how famous his name was, without the backing of his family's legacy, he could only be considered an ordinary businessman with great fortune.

At this time, the cell phone that was in Jean's pocket suddenly rang.

He looked, and then slowly got up with his lips pressed. "I'll answer the phone in a moment."

After the man left, Leonard tossed the paper in his hand to the side, lighting a cigarette with a cold look in his eyes.

Upon seeing this, Glen patted the corner of his mouth, and after releasing the cigarette butt, he leaned forward slightly with his elbows on the table. "Can you tell me what I need to pay attention to about this Frans Ruihan?"

Leonard opened his eyes, stared at him through the drifting smoke of his cigarette, and a few seconds later, his voice explained the intricacies of the matter heavily.

After listening, Glen didn't speak for a while, only the sound of Leonard occasionally exhaling cigarette smoke could be heard.

On the other hand, Jean was holding his cell phone and walking along the corridor towards the ship's deck.

He listened to the report on the phone and paced to the side of the ship.

The sun falls on the surface of the sea, refracting the sparkling waves.

The man narrowed his cold eyes, looked into the distance, and he gave an order in a low voice. "Destroy the place where he supplies the raw material, double the price next." 

"Yes, Young Master!"

"Also..." At this point, his eyes flashed a dangerous dark light. "Collect a copy of the stone he sold at the jade auction and all his previous transactions. Send it to me ASAP."

After hanging up, the man stood on the side of the ship with the cell phone in his hand. He looked ahead, and his handsome facial features were covered in aloofness.

Not long after, Glen and Leonard also came out of the cabin.

The two headed straight for the deck of the ship, Glen raised his hand and patted the man's shoulder, saying. "Would you like to eat with me during the day?"

Jean turned and shook his head slightly. "No, I've got something else to take care of."

Leonard also spoke at the right time. "I have something to do in the afternoon, so I have to go home at noon."

Glen pulled the corners of his mouth angrily. "Okay, I won't hold you guys back. By the way, is Frans still at your house now?"

Leonard raised his eyebrows and said, "No, he left yesterday afternoon."

"This guy is really interesting!" Glen sneered as he said. "If he is still in Bandung, I will send someone to keep an eye on him. I'll let you guys know if anything changes!"

"Okay, thanks."

After that, Jean and Leonard said goodbye to Glen and walked straight to the parking lot.

Clifford watched them from the side of the car, and quickly threw out his cigarette to open the door for them.

After getting into the car, Leonard looked at the man beside him, his eyes blinking.  He was about to speak but swallowed it whole again.

As the car slowly moved out of the dock, Jean noticed his hesitation, and when he turned his head, he whispered in a deep voice. "If you want to face him, don't rush. Refrain from making blunder for a while."

"I'm not in a hurry, but this guy's existence is like a ticking time bomb. You've seen it too, his intention of approaching Mellisa was very clear."

Leonard said his inner worry.

He wasn't afraid of direct conflict with Frans, but he was worried that Frans would act secretly in the dark and he realized it too late.

At this time, Jean's face calmly lifted his thin lips, and seeing Leonard's slightly condensed face, he said in a deep tone. "Don't worry, he will come on his own initiative in three days!"

Leonard was immediately shocked, he couldn't hide it at all. "Jean, what are you doing?"

Hearing this, Jean did not speak frankly, but only smiled a little.

In this way, although Leonard was curious, he did not continue to ask.

To some extent, he is willing to unconditionally trust his brother Jean Widjaya!

...

That afternoon, half past two after lunch, Leonard and Mellisa went straight to Leonhart's residence.

The old man told them last night to come to him at noon and they would leave in the afternoon. Meanwhile, Mellisa continues to study with her teacher in Leonhart's study room.

In front of the courtyard, the white Cullinan stopped under the shade of trees.

Leonard got out of the caddy and after saying goodbye to Mellisa, he immediately climbed into the back seat of the Cullinan.

Inside the car, there was a faint smell of aromatherapy. After sitting firmly, Leonard straightened his shirt and turned his head to look. "Father, where are we going?"

Leonhart looked out the window without turning his head, only quietly saying. "You'll know when we arrive later."

Leonard glanced helplessly, why was his father starting to become mysterious?!

Kevin drove the car out of the Adlers' house, speeding up. Except for the sound of the wind blowing through the windows, there was no other sound inside.

Leonard leaned against the back of the seat, just like his father beside him. From his point of view, he felt that the old man seemed to be in a heavy mood.

After all, it was rare to see him have such an indistinct expression.

Leonard wanted to ask several times, but he finally decided to keep it to himself.

...

Forty minutes later, at the San Antonio Hills Cemetery.

As the car pulled up in front of the cemetery parking lot, Leonhart, who had been silent the entire way, finally spoke. "Let's go."

Leonard looked surprised at the figure of his father who came out of the car first. After furrowing his brows, he also followed to get out of the car.

'What do we do at the cemetery?'

To pay homage to ancestors? No way!

Even if today is not a day to worship ancestors, the graves of the elders where the Adler family is located are not in the San Antonio Hills Cemetery!

Leonard's suspicion grew stronger, and when he closed the door and stepped forward, he realized that the old man already had a bunch of white roses in his hands.

He glanced back at Kevin who was standing by the car, his eyes flashed, and he followed Leonhart's figure.

"You said you wanted to take me to meet someone. Is that person here?"

Leonard and Leonhart climbed the stairs side by side. As they walked by, only their footsteps could be heard in the silent graveyard.

The afternoon sun was shining brightly, making the atmosphere of the cemetery not too gloomy.

Leonhart walked forward silently, his footsteps steady.

A few minutes later, at the top of the stairs, a carefully decorated arc-shaped independent memorial garden came into view.

Leonhart stood slowly in front of the tombstone, bent down and placed the white rose in his hand.

Then he said, "Leonard, get down on your knees!"