His Genius Wife is a Superstar

Chapter 1677: Vizconde Marco Sebastian del Aguila y Gonzales

Inside a private jet, René Alejandro opened his eyes. He automatically scanned the cabin for any threats. Seeing none, he heaved a sigh of relief.

The flight attendants had already withdrawn to their crew bunk, leaving the handful of passengers to rest. The cabin was dim, but it flew steadily in the sky.

René Alejandro opened the window beside him and peeked at the black sky outside. He glanced at the real-time travel route. The plane was above the ocean. No wonder it was so dark that it almost felt like they were travelling to the abyss.

He checked the lone passenger across the aisle. A cold gaze settled on him, causing him to freeze for a couple of seconds.

"Papa, how are you feeling?" René Alejandro asked.

Vizconde Marco Sebastian del Aguila y Gonzales, viscount of Castillo de Estrellas, didn’t reply. Instead, the handsome middle-aged man continued looking at him with ice-cold eyes. It felt like looking at the devil himself.

René Alejandro took a deep breath, steeling himself, and left his seat. Then he sat on the seat across from the viscount.

Ever since his adoptive father woke up, Vizconde Marco had changed. His personality had become colder, more silent, and more...threatening. René Alejandro couldn’t figure it out completely.

The vizconde had not only forgotten who everybody else was but had also forgotten about his own identity. He was now an amnesiac.

René Alejandro and his stepmother, Wei Lan, did everything they could to trigger the vizconde’s memories, but to no avail.

At first, René Alejandro was in denial. How could his father forget about his own identity?

With the kind of background they had, forgetting anything was deadly. Any mistake could cost them their lives with enemies eyeing them from the shadows, waiting to swallow them up.

When he and Wei Lan first found the vizconde in Barbados, he was almost on his last breath. There was even a moment where he flat-lined and clinically died. Fortunately, the doctors were too frightened for their own lives and did everything in their power to revive the vizconde.

The vizconde survived and became stable, but the recovery process still took a long time. The injuries were too severe.

In addition, Barbados wasn’t exactly safe for them. The force behind the assassins who targeted the vizconde was still at large.

René Alejandro took the still recuperating vizconde, Wei Lan, and his men to several countries to shake off their trail. Not everyone knew about the vizconde’s real identity, but it was better to be safe than sorry.

He initially worried that Wei Lan might start suspecting, but thankfully, the woman was stupid. She remained blissfully unaware of the truth behind the scenes.

She acted like a "dutiful" wife who cared for her ill husband now and then. Of course, it didn’t hurt that René Alejandro handed her a supplementary credit card, which he claimed came from his father. The woman treated their travel as a huge shopping spree. She even brought her flamboyant friend, Randy, the Zumba instructor. The two literally shopped until they dropped.

Like her, Randy was clueless about everything. Although René Alejandro disdained their stupidity, he was also relieved by it. If they had been any smarter or sharper, he would have immediately killed them to silence the two forever.

René Alejandro might not even bat an eye when killing someone, but deep inside, he preferred not to take lives carelessly.

It also helped that the two were always gone shopping, so that he could do what needed to be done without worrying too much about being exposed. Spending some money on them wasn’t that bad of a deal. After all, he planned to use Wei Lan as a cover while his father was in recovery.

After making sure that they lost their pursuers, René Alejandro finally decided that it was time to make use of Wei Lan. Now they were on the way back to China.

It was more difficult for outside forces to endanger them in the country. Fortunately, René Alejandro had already somewhat established a foothold there, albeit an unstable one. If their organization could only swallow up Jin Corporation, one of the country’s biggest and most powerful multinational companies, then they had nothing to fear. They could do whatever they wanted then.

Unfortunately, Jin Corporation was proving difficult to even infiltrate. Its security system was world-class, perhaps even beyond that. It was also under the protection of the rising hotshot hacker, Drakon, and his disciples, WhiteTigress and BlackPanther.

As a hacker himself, he knew how sophisticated and advanced a security system should be for him and his brothers to crack it.

Since virtual system attacks were difficult, they were now focusing on physically infiltrating the company. But even then, their camp still faced constant failures.

He had already given up on the Youngs, but it seemed that the Matador was still not done playing with them. The psychopath had long taken over the Youngs and their part in the organization’s mission.

Back to the present, René Alejandro faced his adoptive father.

"If you’re feeling uncomfortable, there’s no need to endure it, no? Let me know if you require anything, Papa. Your health is the most important."

Vizconde Marco studied him with ice-cold eyes before looking at the half-opened window at the black sky outside.

René Alejandro thought that his father would ignore him.

The number of times that he and his father talked ever since the vizconde woke up from a coma could be counted on one hand. Besides the vizconde asking about his identity and background, he didn’t bother talking to René Alejandro.

"Pour me a glass of wine," the vizconde said.

René Alejandro was too stunned to speak.

The vizconde looked at him with those ice-cold eyes again. "Have you become stupid like those two?"

He pointed at the sleeping Wei Lan and Randy.

René Alejandro calmed his excited heart. "Right away, Papa."

He stood up and grabbed a new bottle of red wine before pouring two glasses of it. One for his father and one for him.

René Alejandro watched his father’s every movement. The vizconde was true-blue-blooded Spanish nobility. There had always been an air of noble elegance in his movements. Now, however, the aristocratic air in him seemed magnified several times over. There was also a kind of feminine flair in his gestures that confused René Alejandro.

These thoughts didn’t take root in his mind, however. He was just glad that his father survived the assassination attempt. Each of them still had an important mission to accomplish.

The assassination attempt had delayed their mission, but it was not rare in their line of work.

Survival was the most important.

Their mission was paramount for their organization’s development. They would not be easily abandoned for a slight delay.

As long as the vizconde recuperated and regained his memories, then everything would be alright.

"We’re almost home, Papa," René Alejandro said, trying to make conversation as they sipped their wine.

Vizconde Marco closed his eyes while swirling his glass of wine. "Home? Is this plane headed to hell?"

It took a few moments for René Alejandro to understand what his father meant. When the meaning registered in his brain, he didn’t know whether to laugh or not. So he...pretended not to have heard anything.

The vizconde sipped his wine, his expression not showing anything. He opened his eyes and once again glanced at René Alejandro.

"You are surprisingly loyal to the man who adopted you, boy," he said.

René Alejandro felt a bit baffled by the vizconde’s wording. "My loyalty is a given. You are my father, no?"

"Surprisingly naïve, as well," the vizconde murmured in another language.

"What did you say, Papa?" René Alejandro asked. "Sorry, I didn’t hear you."

"Drink your wine, boy. And let me sleep."

"Oh."

René Alejandro became silent and didn’t disturb his father anymore. After half an hour, he returned to his seat.

The vizconde’s eyes opened and watched the man claiming to be his adoptive son. There was not a shred of any parental love or care in his gaze. It was as if he was looking at an ant...a useful ant...something that would work for him until its death.

Another hour passed.

He stood up and went to the lavatory. While relieving himself, he could hear the flight attendants chatting in the galley. They must be preparing for the next meal. It wasn’t like they were chatting loudly. The vizconde just had a great hearing. He had no interest in their chatter, but he still listened while washing his hands.

"What are your plans when we land?"

"I’m going to rest well at home. My next flight is not until next week. How about you?"

"I’m going to Singapore and will attend Orchidia’s launch there. I hope I can buy at least three months’ worth of skincare products. Although their online store has improved with the launch of their international divisions, it’s still a hassle waiting for a restock after my favourite products have sold out."

"You’re right. Wait, I want to come with you! Send me your itinerary. Hopefully, I can get on the same flight."

The vizconde lost interest. He washed his hands again, scrubbing them carefully and meticulously. The flight attendants continued chatting.

"It would be so awesome if we met Iris Long in person."

"That would be a dream come true! I want to get her autograph and take a photo with her. Have you listened to her new single?"

"Of course, let me play it while we prepare the meals."

After washing his hands several times and drying them, he exited the lavatory.

Mournful piano music played. He was about to leave when he caught sight of the tablet showing what looked like a music video of a woman playing the piano.

"Oops, wrong video," the flight attendant said. She was about to change to the correct one when someone took the tablet. "Hey!"

Her colleague gasped. "S-sir, do you need something?"

Vizconde Marco ignored the two frightened flight attendants.

The boy, René Alejandro, rented this private jet, so the staff was clearly not their own people. These flight attendants had no idea about the real identities of their passengers today. All they knew was that they were wealthy. He was not satisfied with the staff or the aircraft, but he didn’t bother saying anything.

He focused instead on the video playing on the tablet. The title indicated that it was a live performance video of a song called "Rebirth (Instrumental Version)".

His eyes narrowed as he watched the young woman called Iris Long.

She wore a red dress in the video, but in his mind, her image seemed to overlap with another person, a golden-haired girl in a white dress.

"I’m going to borrow this tablet," he said.

"Ah, y-yes, sir. Of course, feel free."