Chapter 944 Expose His Thoughts
Although she didn't guess all of them correctly, most of them were correct.
"Is this God's will?"
At the thought of this, he sighed and went silent. He then continued smoking his cigarette.
Clarissa locked her gaze on him, and Mr. Gill somewhat looked older. His back was stooped, making him appear pitiful.
After sitting for a while, she stood up.
"It's late now, and I won't disturb you any longer. Mr. Gill, please consider it. I know you're not a bad person. It's equally immoral if you don't save people from death, even if it's not for any benefit. You can't possibly do it. Besides, your old friend introduced you to us. I'm sure you're hiding something, but I'm not going to force you. I hope you can give it some deep consideration and then come to us. If there's anything you need assistance with, just let us know. We're not going to say no."
As she spoke, she bowed slightly to him before turning to leave.
Her figure gradually disappeared at the door.
Mr. Gill was smoking while looking at her back, and his turbid eyes gradually turned red.
After a while, he gave a self-deprecating smile.
"Look, my love! She reminds me a lot of you. She's smart, but it's a pity!"
With a sigh and a shake of his head, he expressed his dissatisfaction with the situation. In the end, he got up and walked to the bedroom.
Clarissa, Anderson, and the rest rented a farmyard in the village and spent the night there.
It was late at night, and they didn't have a place to stay. When they arrived, they thought the matter could be addressed in one day. They would then return that same day. As a result, they didn't have any luggage.
However, they soon found that things were not as simple as they had imagined. Naturally, there were no hotels in the countryside.
Fortunately, the locals were aware that they were wealthy city folk. There was no shortage of places to reside as long as they were willing to pay, but the conditions were a touch shabby.
But there was nothing they could do now that they were in this circumstance.
They washed and tidied up before falling asleep.
The next day, it was barely seven o'clock in the morning when Clarissa awoke.
There were many chickens in the countryside, and they began to cluck at four or five o'clock in the morning. She was not used to it and was awakened several times throughout the night. Later, Anderson helped her cover her ears, and she managed to sleep soundly for a few hours.
She was still dizzy when she awoke.
Emmeline and Jara were no better.
Jara had a horrible night's sleep the night before after being teased by Mr.Gill. They could tell he was indifferent when he awoke early in the morning.
Clarissa smiled and walked over with breakfast in her hands. Sitting across Jara and Emmeline, she joked, "I would have assumed it was winter if it hadn't been for the weather outside. Why is it so cold in this room?"
Emmeline naturally knew what she was talking about. She pursed her lips and smiled, giving Clarissa a wink.
Clarissa was aware of the situation, but she was unconcerned. Instead, she wanted to continue to tease Jara.
"Hey, what are your plans if Mr. Gill still refuses to hand it over today?"
While eating the porridge in his mouth, Jara coldly said, "Tie him up and search for it directly!"
Clarissa raised her eyebrows.
"Good idea! Why didn't I think of it?" she responded, clapping her hands. "He's just an old man who lives in a villa. If it isn't on him, it is most likely at home. We'll be able to find it if we look patiently enough. Jara, you're a true genius! Only you could think up such a bandit scheme. A serious businessman like us naturally can't think of this method..."
Before she could finish her words, she received a cold glare from Jara.
Jara looked at her sinisterly, "Maxi, do you want to get beaten?"
Clarissa's face immediately went stiff.
She had previously felt nothing when he addressed her as Maxi.
However, listening to it now made her feel uneasy, as if she had lice in her body, itching all over.
She stiffly smiled and said apologetically, "Okay, my bad. Mr. Holland, please enjoy your meal. After that, let's find a way together. We can always convince him to hand over the item as long as it is still there."
Only then did Jara let out a heavy snort and continue to eat.
After having a quick breakfast, they went to Mr. Gill's villa.
Mr. Gill was old and couldn't sleep long, so he got up early.
When they arrived, he was practicing martial arts in his courtyard.
Mr. Gill was able to perform such movements although he was in his 80s, and an ordinary person wouldn't even be able to walk steadily, giving off a murderous aura. It was indeed fascinating to watch.
They hadn't expected him to have such a move. At the thought of Jara's words this morning, Clarissa couldn't help but turn her head to look at him and smirk.
Jara glared at her since he knew what she was laughing at.
Noticing this, Anderson frowned and drew Clarissa to his side.
"What are you doing?" Clarissa whispered.
Anderson's expression didn't look too good. While Mr. Gill was still practicing, Anderson asked in a low voice, "Why are you looking at him and smiling?"
In a daze, Clarissa asked, "What's wrong? Is it against the law these days to laugh?"
"Yes, of course. It's against my law."
Clarissa was taken aback for a moment before realizing what he was implying.
It turned out that Anderson was jealous!
She didn't know whether to laugh or cry. At the same time, her heart was as sweet as honey.
"Don't talk nonsense. Aren't I mocking him? It's not easy for me to get the chance, so how can I let it go easily?" she added, giving him a cold stare.
Hearing this, Anderson let out a soft snort. Although he didn't entirely agree with her explanation, he thought it was better than not having one.
Clarissa knew Anderson very well. He was a jealousy man! So she stopped mocking him and proceeded to watch Mr. Gill's practice.
One had to say, Mr. Gill's martial art skills were incredibly outstanding, despite his advanced age.
Except for Clarissa, who had only a basic knowledge of martial art, the rest of them were experts.
The martial art was a thing that one could tell the difference just by looking at it.
They had to admit that they'd underestimated Mr. Gill before they came.
If he were ten years younger, they might not be able to defeat him.
Thinking of this, Anderson couldn't help but show a hint of appreciation.
Once Mr. Gill finished a set of practice, Anderson began clapping his hands in appreciation.
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