Chapter 6 You Are My Brother
Japanese Cafe.
It was a tiny private room but decorated cozily.
The man sitting on the tatami, in tuxedo, looked like an elegant prince.
The fact was since his father passed away; the Thompsons were rich for a while. And the man in the room was raised up and educated as a noble man.
Sandra was thirsty. The man placed the hot chocolate in front of her, smiling.
"Did you receive it?"
Sandra gripped the silver lock in her hand in the pocket.
The one and only silver lock, which was made with silver thread by her mother when she was leaving with her brother.
She placed a look at the bodyguard at the door, and her fist got tighter.
"So... Are you John Wilson?"
No matter how she could have thought, it was still beyond her imagination that her mother left with her brother to marry Jon Wilson.
And her brother was sent back from abroad after more than ten years to handle Jon's funeral and at the same time to take cover the Wilsons.
What a ridiculous coincidence! She killed the step-father of her brother.
John noticed she looked pale and griped her hand gently.
"Are you okay, Sandra?"
"...... "
Sandra couldn't remember what she said to her brother. She could only remember to run away from the cafe.
Because she was totally confused, she didn't notice there was a delicate shadow at the cafe, sending a message while watching her leaving.
Afterwards, she walked into the private room that Sandra just left, proudly.
Sandra came back to the mansion. Her hand was still shivering while opening the door.
She got to know that her mother passed away.
He said also that she should leave the Greens to join him in the Wilsons. Otherwise, he would be in dilemma when two families were at war.
She refused.
She loved Clinton. It was too late to leave.
She even dared not to tell her brother that she killed Jon Wilson single-handedly.
Sandra tried to calm down and then opened the door with disguised calmness.
Clinton was on the couch in the living room, waiting for her.
His expression and demeanor were not friendly.
"Where have you been?" Whom did you meet?"
Sandra paused for a second and then lied thoughtlessly.
"I went to the dock to check the logistics."
Clinton's face turned even colder. Before she realized, a mobile phone was thrown onto her head?
"To check the dock? I think you went to meet John Wilson to discuss how to take over our dock."
Sandra didn't dodge the mobile phone and then it fell onto the ground. Some sticky liquid was leaking from her forehead, dripping onto the phone's screen.
She squatted to clean the screen clumsily and saw the SMS sent by Charlize.
"Clinton, Sandra received a food delivery and rushed out. I am worried about her and then follow her behind."
"OMG, Clinton, Sandra is now meeting with John Wilson. I couldn't believe my eyes!"
Then it continued with several photos of her sitting across John, taken secretly.
Sandra felt cold and browsed till the end and clicked on the voice message.
It was John's voice.
His tone was totally different from before. He sounded noble and stubbornly cold.
"Clinton, your woman sent herself to me. If you want to save her, you must bring the one that killed my step-father for exchange."
His voice was cold, mingled with Charlize's frightening screaming.
"Clinton, help! Help me... "
When he called back, her phone was turned off.
Sandra looked out perplexed, and fixed exactly on his cold eyes.
Clinton had one hand in the pocket, and walked on his long legs towards her. He snatched her chin to force her to look at his eyes, condescendingly.
"Charlize was kidnapped immediately after you met John Wilson. What else can you explain?"
In his dark pupils, there was no warmth or grimace.
Just indifference.
Sandra licked her lips and tried to explain.
"I didn't... I told Ms. Lee to stay at home. John Wilson, he is just my brother."
Clinton didn't listen to her, but slapped her off.
"You have just one day to find Charlize and bring her back intact. Otherwise, I will take you for exchange. Don't forget it was you who killed Jon Wilson."