Legend of Dragon Son-in-law-Chapter 717 - He is the Sun_1

Chapter 717 -717 He is the Sun_1

“On your return to the Roosevelt family, you must protect yourself.”

At the West Harbor Wharf of Gonzalez City.

Julius Reed instructed Chopter.

“I hope we can meet again.”

There was a hint of indifference on Chopter’s face, or rather, relief.

“No problem, I’ve already spread the word, claiming you’ve found a clue. And the clue is with me. Remember the explanation I taught you!”

Julius Reed patted his shoulder, “I’m very familiar with Granny Xihua’s character. Both you and Elwood Thorneycroft will be safe.”

After a pause, he added, “You’ll be safe until before I die.”

“Thank you.”

Chopter was somewhat lost in thought.

The one ensuring his safety was actually the very person he had always sought to kill.

Wasn’t this, perhaps, the world’s biggest joke?

“Since you’re helping me with my work, you are my friend.”

After saying this, Julius Reed took out two red envelopes from his pocket and handed them to Chopter and Elwood Thorneycroft.

“What does this mean?”

Elwood Thorneycroft directly took the red envelope and opened it in front of Julius Reed.

“Don’t you know it’s impolite to open it in front of me?”

Julius Reed stuffed the other red envelope into Chopter’s hand with a look of dissatisfaction at Elwood Thorneycroft.

“Ha, I never thought you, Julius Reed, would care about such formalities. I always thought you did whatever you felt like,” Elwood Thorneycroft opened the red envelope to find a hundred-dollar bill inside.

“Just a hundred bucks?”

“Elwood Thorneycroft, if you don’t want it, you can give it to me! Let me tell you, it took me several hours to draw these two hundred-dollar bills.”

Julius Reed’s face darkened as he made a move to snatch it back.

“Thanks!” Elwood Thorneycroft stuffed the bill back into the envelope and pocketed it, “What, suddenly giving us gifts? And you, a rich man, had to draw a hundred bucks?”

“The money’s with the wife, nothing I can do, so I just drew a couple for the gesture,” Julius Reed said with an awkward smile, “It’s New Year’s. It’s our Eastern custom to give red envelopes.”

“Today’s only the twenty-ninth of the twelfth lunar month, and tomorrow’s New Year’s Eve.”

Elwood Thorneycroft raised an eyebrow; this red envelope seemed a bit premature.

“You’re leaving tonight, so if I waited until tomorrow, I’d still have to pay postage. Hey, why do you have to make a fuss over everything?”

Julius Reed said exasperatedly, “Go! Go! Go!”

“I also have a gift for you.” Elwood Thorneycroft reached into his suitcase, fumbled around, and finally pulled out a small mirror.

The mirror was very primitive, seemingly with a sense of age.

When Julius Reed turned the mirror over, his eyes suddenly narrowed.

On the back.

Was inscribed the character for ‘Warm’.

Isabella Warm!

Once one of his personal maids!

Together with that hairpin…

“Where did you find this?”

Julius Reed looked up at Elwood Thorneycroft.

“I visited the Cook Family this afternoon. I felt this thing was similar to the jade hairpin, so I decided to give it to you,” Elwood Thorneycroft said with a smile, “Don’t get emotional. After all, you’ve saved my life.”

“Ivan Reed hasn’t found it, and yet you did?”

Julius Reed was still somewhat incredulous.

He had previously sent Aron Jackson to quietly check the Cook Family, and Stacy Cook had left nothing of value behind.

Moreover, when Ivan Reed arrived in Gonzalez City, the first thing he would have done for sure was to turn the Cook Family upside down.

He hadn’t found anything, which was why Elwood Thorneycroft was captured for questioning.

But now, Elwood Thorneycroft had managed to get his hands on Stacy Cook’s belongings for the second time?

“Why ask so many questions if you don’t want to give it to me!”

Elwood Thorneycroft extended his hand, and Julius Reed quickly pocketed the mirror.

“Mr. Reed, I would also like to give you a gift, but…” Chopter said with an embarrassed smile, “I don’t have such things. What do you need?”

“I don’t need anything. After you go back, be my inside man. Once things are settled, you’ll have your freedom,” Julius Reed joked with a smile, “I’ve said it, unless I die, Granny Xihua won’t harm you, so don’t go getting killed and making me look bad!”

“That won’t do!”

Chopter shook his head, “Mr. Reed, you have to name something.”

“A bicycle then!”

Julius Reed gestured, “A bicycle is good for exercise. Plus, I’m going to my wife’s grandmother’s house for the New Year tomorrow, so next time you come, just bring me a bicycle. Go on, goodbye!”

With that.

He glanced at the two people in front of him and turned to walk toward a sedan on the dock.

Aron Jackson was standing there, constantly looking around.

“Why… didn’t you tell him the truth about the mirror?”

Looking at Julius Reed’s retreating back, Chopter with both hands shoved into his suit pockets, asked with profound meaning.

“He saved both our lives, has he ever spouted any superfluous nonsense?”

Elwood Thorneycroft turned his head and shook it with a smile.

“Right! It looks like I need to send him a fine bicycle as a gift.”

Chopter gestured behind him with a wave, and a servant immediately ran over.

“Customize a bicycle for me, the more expensive, the better! Diamonds, gold—any costly material, use it all! It must reflect the wealth of our Roosevelt family! And make it urgent, tomorrow morning, deliver it to their doorstep!”

“Understood, Young Master!”

The servant’s expression showed difficulty: “But the timing…”

“Money talks, bullshit walks! I have money, got it? Pay them ten times the wages, if they can’t make it, I’ll bankrupt their company!”

Chopter said coldly.

“But he prefers keeping a low profile.”

Elwood Thorneycroft spread his hands in a helpless gesture.

“Look at the sky.”

Chopter looked up at the night sky.

“The moon, even when it wishes to keep a low profile, can only go unnoticed on cloudy days. As soon as the clouds part, even if the stars shine brightly, the most conspicuous will still be the moon.”

“Are you saying Julius Reed is the moon? This metaphor is quite interesting.”

Elwood Thorneycroft gazed at the sky, seemingly agreeing with the comparison.

“No!”

Chopter shook his head, his face serious: “He is the sun! Even in the dark night, the light shining on the moon is still so conspicuous!”

After finishing his words, he turned and walked onto the steamship.

“You… really are a sycophant…”

Elwood Thorneycroft raised an eyebrow and followed aboard the ship.

At this moment, at the Five-lakes Clubhouse.

It was eerily quiet.

Fabian Percival’s coffin was placed in the center of the clubhouse.

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On both sides were wreathes and some burnt paper money.

The irony was that the entrance of the Five-lakes Clubhouse still hung big red lanterns.

People part, things end.

When the tree falls, the monkeys scatter.

Those who had once betrayed Aron Jackson could only return to allegiance once more.

Fabian Percival had fulfilled the words he had said to Itai Huntington when he first arrived.

Leaves return to their roots.

Back then, he left Gonzalez City.

Now, he died in Gonzalez City.

At that time.

A figure slowly walked in.

The visitor was dressed in a black coat, wearing black gloves.

His face, too, was covered with a black veil.

Only a pair of eyes could be seen.

He walked slowly inside the Five-lakes Clubhouse, his leather shoes tapping on the stone floor with a ‘tap, tap’ sound.

“Old man, I told you before I left last time, I hoped not to see your spirit tablet.”

Devlin approached the coffin and gently patted it: “You, just as always, never listen.”

After a five-minute silence.

He silently lit a cigarette, squatting in front of the coffin, burning a stack of paper money.

“Granny Xihua came, she ultimately couldn’t wait. But rest assured, one day, I’ll bring her head and offer it before your spirit. Then, I’ll join you.”

Whoosh!

A gust of wind blew by, scattering the burning paper money into the air.

Sparks flew in all directions.

“Damn, even in death you cause trouble!”

Devlin stood up and placed three cigarettes before Fabian Percival’s spirit.

He kicked over the iron basin for burning money and turned to leave.

“Damn it, you burned my newly bought leather gloves.”