My Supermodel Wife (For Sale!)

"Jack?!"

James looked disapproving, but Jack suddenly coughed and said. "Mrs. Florence's departure can be considered as an answer from the Ricardo family. I know you still hold a grudge because you just found out that she was involved in Jean's kidnapping. But we have no evidence to go after her. Besides, she didn't hurt him right away. She can only be said to be an accomplice. If we chase after her, I'm afraid she will already die of old age."

After the words finished, Jack looked at Jean calmly.

"Jean, if you want to hate her, you can vent your hatred on me. No matter what the story is, Darrel really died because of me. That's undeniable.."

"Jack, don't say that!"

James didn't want his brother to take all the blame by himself.

At this time, Jean folded his legs and slowly raised his eyes, and Lilia's little hands were always wrapped in his wide palms.

He glanced at the crowd, and finally focused on Jack's face. "Brother, I don't hate anyone."

He really doesn't hate anyone!

Because of all the misfortunes he went through, he was able to meet Lilia.

Hearing his voice, Jack moved slightly, and his breath trembled as he nodded. "That's good, that's good. It's over then… It's finally over!" 

Seeing this situation, James couldn't help but feel irritated. 

But Irene immediately reached out to his hand and grasped it.

Both sides looked at each other, he understood the warning implied in his wife's eyes, so he could only give up. At least for now.

After seeing this, Irene smiled. "Then, let's go back. Jack's examination can't be delayed. After returning to Surabaya, let's have him checked further."

...

At half past eleven, a group of people left the room area.

Due to Jack's physical discomfort, the Widjaya Family specially brought an ambulance from Minerva Hospital to escort him on his way home.

Chris and the others were already waiting in the parking lot downstairs.

The Ricardo Family's Hundred Year Banquet was really over.

Before departure, the white Infiniti's door in the parking lot suddenly opened.

Alfred emerged from the car, and when everyone saw him, their expressions stiffened.

He watched the scene in front of him, slammed the door and walked over.

Clifford and the others were also alert for a moment, watching his every move.

Alfred was still wearing yesterday's suit, and walked over to Jean. His eyes were facing each other, devoid of the light from the previous confrontation, calm and indifferent.

"I have sent her back home, so I shouldn't bother the Widjaya Family again in the future!"

Jean's eyes were deep, and his gloomy features made Alfred unable to see if there was any trace of happiness or anger.

Seeing that he was silent, Alfred licked his lips. "No matter what you think, she is my grandmother. She may be guilty, but the Widjaya Family is not completely innocent. If you still can't let go and hold a grudge, you can come to me. Grandma is too old and she won't be able to bear revenge from the Widjaya Family. But I can!"

After hearing this, Jean's thin lips pursed slightly, and his cold voice traveled through the air. "The Widjaya family is not the despicable family you might imagine." 

With one sentence, all of Alfred's assumptions were shattered.

He chuckled softly, and glanced briefly at Jean. "Jean, sometimes…  I really hate you."

"You're welcome!"

Alfred shook his head and raised his eyebrows to look up at the gloomy sky. "I hope in this life… I won't see you again! I'm tired of climbing all the way to the top!"

The man's eyes were deep, and the corners of his mouth curled into a deep curve. When he turned around, six words came from his mouth. "Don't expect to win against me!"

In front of the Eden Hotel, Alfred watched the Widjaja family convoy pass by.

His eyes fixed on the backseat of the car's dark glass. Alfred could only imagine the figure of the beautiful woman in it.

Maybe she still hated him, but Alfred had no choice.

As the Widjayas left, Alan appeared casually from inside a Bugatti on the other side of the parking lot.

Rachel was sitting on the side and wanted to follow him, but she suddenly heard his nonchalant request. "You just wait in the car."

"Alright."

Rachel let go of her will to get out of the car and looked at Alan's slender figure. The man walked over to Alfred who seemed to be biting his mouth and lowering his head.

Outside the car, Alan looked at Alfred, and quickly withdrew his gaze. "What happened to you and Jean?" 

After they left the banquet hall last night, the Widjaya Family never showed up. 

He had just witnessed the crippled and hunchbacked man being carefully placed in the ambulance by, which surprised him.

He had never seen the person.

Hearing this, Alfred turned his head and met Alan's confused eyes. Then he pulled the corners of his mouth, "It's okay, you haven't left yet?"

Alan narrowed his eyes and stared at him implicitly. Just as he was about to leave, this strange sight caught his interest.

"Did you go to my family's house last night? Are you satisfied with that?"

"What do you mean?"

Alfred's faint tone was a bit inattentive.

Alan couldn't help but laugh. "Why are you suddenly interested in Jean's past? You even went to the house to meet my mother! This isn't your style at all!"

Alan got the news this morning.

He heard that Alfred purposely went to the Hartanto family's house last night and talked to his mother for a long time.

Alfred was at his house for seven or eight hours, no wonder he didn't see him again after ten o'clock at night.

As for the content of their conversation, Jenny did not reveal a lot of things to Alan, but she called him this morning to tell him not to interfere with the dispute between the Ricardo family and Widjaja family.

In Alan's view, this problem is not normal.

At this time, Alfred looked at Alan faintly, caught his suspicious gaze, took out a cigarette case and lit one.

A white mist rose in the air, grasping his eyebrows.

After a while, when Alfred handed the cigarette case to Alan, he lightly narrowed his eyes and said,  "My style is always like this. As for my conversation with your mother, if you really want to know, you can ask her."

When Alan lit a cigarette, he glanced at him, looking slightly displeased.

"Then, what are you going to do next?"

Alfred smoked a cigarette with a long glance. "One step first… I'll walk one step first."

At this point, Alan still wanted to ask some details, but Alfred didn't want to say more.

He threw down his cigarette butt, squeezed the corners of his mouth, and looked at Alan. "If it's okay, I'll be back first. For Galaxy Real Estate's advertising plan... I will send my assistant to contact you."

Alan's instinct told him this was not true. Seeing Alfred getting into the car, he was completely helpless as he had no reason to hold him back.

Alfred got into the car and just started the engine when he received the call.

"Sir, the bodyguard confessed!"

Alfred's eyes froze "Explain!"

The person on the phone pondered for a moment, and then said, "We asked all night, and he finally opened his mouth. It was Mr. Ricky's doing. He gave him some money and asked him to sabotage Miss Lilia's car in an attempt to... blame you, so that Jean Widjaya would take his anger out on you!"