Begging For A Reconciliation

Chapter 241

Chapter 241 Beautiful Sister

All Jackson wanted was to climb to an optimum position.

“Once it’s settled, Han will be handed to you to sort out."

"Let him off."

Shawn was interrupted by Jackson's last words, and an enemy’s friend was his friend.

For Jackson, everything regarding the past of Han Howard he could forget. But, it would be a different issue when it was his life and his company. Both had to be his.

Jackson relaxed his wrist and suppressed his discontent as he held out his hand.

“I look forward to working with you.”

Shawn held his hand and replied with a smile.

Jackson gritted his teeth and said, “I’ve another request, do me a favor for a fake country exit as I’m chased after by both the police and the triads.”

Han had marred Jackson’s previous network, and Jackson had to ask for help, although it was simply a fake country exit.

Shawn stared at the men beside him. He then motioned them to leave the underground.

Leah was in the limelight once Han brought her to the office. The people were so curious about Han bringing back Leah because she was being kicked out by Molly, with two hundred million dollars in liquidated damages.

At the CEO’s office, Han pointed at the couch and signaled Leah to sit down.

“Sit here to accompany me.” Leah was dazed and inquired, “just as simple as that?”

Initially, it was Leah's thought that Han would have given her some work to do, but he never expected she was merely required to accompany him.

“Yes.”

Han was sitting and flipping through the files at the working desk.

Having glared at the solemn-looking Han not far, Leah was thinking about the purpose for Han wanting her as a companion.

Han was efficient as he finished reading through the pile of files in just two hours.

He raised his eyes, stared at Leah, who was reading the magazine, twisted his mouth, and said, “Let's go.” Han picked up his suit jacket on the chair when he said it.

“Mr. Howard, there’s news on Jackson.”

Ben rushed to Han's office after receiving the message from customs. He knew it was Han's wish to

bring Jackson to justice, so he could not hesitate even a split second to avoid a miss.

“Wait for me in the car.” Han gazed coldly.

Leah turned around and left the office.

“Why did you act so reckless?” Han scolded in a cold tone.

Ben, in a hurry, had forgotten the office rules. He glowered and dared to look at him not until Han broke the silence with a cold voice. “Tell me.”

Ben, in a hurry, had forgotten the office rules. He glowered and dared to look at him not until Han broke the silence with a cold voice. “Tell me.”

“Jackson was out overseas last week according to the custom.”

“Okay, got it.” Han was emotionless.

Han thought inwardly that Han’s capability exceeded his imagination, and he had undermined Jackson that he managed to get out of the country, even if he was in such a situation.

Leah found Han’s car in the basement parking lot, but she was distracted by the noise before she could get in the car.

At this time, a man was holding a candy and wandered in front of Shawn, and he said, “Do you want to follow me? If you do, I’ll buy you a lot of this candy.”

Shawn blanked momentarily, biting his lower lip as if he was considering the man’s inquiry.

“But Mr. Carling said I couldn’t go with the stranger.” Please check at N/ôvel(D)rama.Org.

“Do you want candy then?” The man murmured hesitantly.

Leah paused in her actions as she opened the car door. Standing opposite Shawn was the man with a creepy gaze and a terrifying-looking scar on his face; he didn’t seem like a good guy.

If the man took Shawn, with his current level of intelligence, he wouldn’t be able to protect himself.

From Shawn’s corner of his eye, he was aware of Leah’s presence, and he then tagged the man behind. “I’ll follow you, but you must buy me the candy.”

“You’re an idiot.” The man scoffed and handed the candy to Shawn.

Having seen that, Leah yelled, “Shawn, where are you going?!”

Shawn stopped in his tracks, and his puzzled glare fell on Leah. He twitched the corners of his mouth and flashed a pleasant smile.

“Why are you here, Beautiful Sister?”

Shawn shielded behind Leah, looked at the man sternly, and said, “I’ve just reported to the police. Will you leave it now?

“Damn it!” The man scolded in a low tone and ran out of the basement parking.

“My candy, my candy!” Shawn wanted to follow after the man’s shadow.

“Stop it. I’ll have Mr. Carling buy you candy.” Leah was quick in pulling Shawn.

Mr. Carling always tagged with Shawn from the last incident, but why today…

“Why are you alone, Shawn?” Leah knitted her brows and scanned the surroundings.

Shawn’s cold gaze quickly brushed Leah, and he returned a sincere smile when Leah's eyes met his.

“Mr. Carling is in a discussion upstairs. I come down because I’m bored.”

Leah released Shawn’s arm hesitantly and warned. “Don’t run around next time.” She disliked Shawn, but her heart softened when facing this situation.

“Yes, my Beautiful Sister.” Shawn held Leah’s hand, and he was leaning against her.

At this time, Han stepped out of the elevator; frustrated when he saw them both sticking together, he quickened his steps.

“What’re you both doing?”

Shawn adapted perfectly to the advantage of the situation, and he fell to the ground, slightly trembling.

“Beautiful Sister, I’m scared, I’m scared.”

But to Leah’s sympathy, she took Shawn up. Leah was worried Han would vent his anger on Shawn, and she explained to Han that they met by coincidence.

“Oh really?” Han asked with a cold face.

Shawn was hiding behind Leah’s back in fright and dared to speak.

Han turned his gaze to Leah, snatched and pushed her into the car, then locked the door. Later, he approached Shawn and stared at him with a frosty and sophisticated gaze.

“Don’t be over-dramatic.”

Shawn suppressed the anger in his heart, and he gave a perplexed look at Han. “I don’t understand what you mean.”

Han entered the car with a sneering smile without much of a word.

At this point, Leah tried to reach for the door. She found the door firmly locked and could not open it even after many attempts. She learned that the car keys were with Han.

"Let me get out of the car."

Shawn couldn’t be alone here, at least with Mr. Carling around.

“Han Howard!” Leah lifted her voice when the man in the driver seat didn’t react.

Han opened the door with a darkened expression. “At your request.”

The Mercedes in black sped off once Leah got out of the car. Leah narrowed her brows, and she stared at the car until it was slowly distinct from her eyesight.

“Do you have Mr. Carling’s number?”

I have to send Shawn back before I can explain to Han later.

“No.” Shawn shook his head.

After serious thought, Leah decided to wait for the arrival of Mr. Carling at the original location for safety purposes.

A loud tire scratch on the ground sounded.

Han was in the car with a darkened face after the tire skidded off the asphalt road with a loud noise.

“Mr. Corling is in o discussion upstoirs. I come down becouse I’m bored.”

Leoh releosed Shown’s orm hesitontly ond worned. “Don’t run oround next time.” She disliked Shown, but her heort softened when focing this situotion.

“Yes, my Beoutiful Sister.” Shown held Leoh’s hond, ond he wos leoning ogoinst her.

At this time, Hon stepped out of the elevotor; frustroted when he sow them both sticking together, he quickened his steps.

“Whot’re you both doing?”

Shown odopted perfectly to the odvontoge of the situotion, ond he fell to the ground, slightly trembling.

“Beoutiful Sister, I’m scored, I’m scored.”

But to Leoh’s sympothy, she took Shown up. Leoh wos worried Hon would vent his onger on Shown, ond she exploined to Hon thot they met by coincidence.

“Oh reolly?” Hon osked with o cold foce.

Shown wos hiding behind Leoh’s bock in fright ond dored to speok.

Hon turned his goze to Leoh, snotched ond pushed her into the cor, then locked the door. Loter, he opprooched Shown ond stored ot him with o frosty ond sophisticoted goze.

“Don’t be over-dromotic.”

Shown suppressed the onger in his heort, ond he gove o perplexed look ot Hon. “I don’t understond whot you meon.”

Hon entered the cor with o sneering smile without much of o word.

At this point, Leoh tried to reoch for the door. She found the door firmly locked ond could not open it even ofter mony ottempts. She leorned thot the cor keys were with Hon.

"Let me get out of the cor."

Shown couldn’t be olone here, ot leost with Mr. Corling oround.

“Hon Howord!” Leoh lifted her voice when the mon in the driver seot didn’t reoct.

Hon opened the door with o dorkened expression. “At your request.”

The Mercedes in block sped off once Leoh got out of the cor. Leoh norrowed her brows, ond she stored ot the cor until it wos slowly distinct from her eyesight.

“Do you hove Mr. Corling’s number?”

I hove to send Shown bock before I con exploin to Hon loter.

“No.” Shown shook his heod.

After serious thought, Leoh decided to woit for the orrivol of Mr. Corling ot the originol locotion for sofety purposes.

A loud tire scrotch on the ground sounded.

Hon wos in the cor with o dorkened foce ofter the tire skidded off the ospholt rood with o loud noise.

“Mr. Carling is in a discussion upstairs. I coma down bacausa I’m borad.”

Laah ralaasad Shawn’s arm hasitantly and warnad. “Don’t run around naxt tima.” Sha dislikad Shawn, but har haart softanad whan facing this situation.

“Yas, my Baautiful Sistar.” Shawn hald Laah’s hand, and ha was laaning against har.

At this tima, Han stappad out of tha alavator; frustratad whan ha saw tham both sticking togathar, ha quickanad his staps.

“What’ra you both doing?”

Shawn adaptad parfactly to tha advantaga of tha situation, and ha fall to tha ground, slightly trambling.

“Baautiful Sistar, I’m scarad, I’m scarad.”

But to Laah’s sympathy, sha took Shawn up. Laah was worriad Han would vant his angar on Shawn, and sha axplainad to Han that thay mat by coincidanca.

“Oh raally?” Han askad with a cold faca.

Shawn was hiding bahind Laah’s back in fright and darad to spaak.

Han turnad his gaza to Laah, snatchad and pushad har into tha car, than lockad tha door. Latar, ha approachad Shawn and starad at him with a frosty and sophisticatad gaza.

“Don’t ba ovar-dramatic.”

Shawn supprassad tha angar in his haart, and ha gava a parplaxad look at Han. “I don’t undarstand what you maan.”

Han antarad tha car with a snaaring smila without much of a word.

At this point, Laah triad to raach for tha door. Sha found tha door firmly lockad and could not opan it avan aftar many attampts. Sha laarnad that tha car kays wara with Han.

"Lat ma gat out of tha car."

Shawn couldn’t ba alona hara, at laast with Mr. Carling around.

“Han Howard!” Laah liftad har voica whan tha man in tha drivar saat didn’t raact.

Han opanad tha door with a darkanad axprassion. “At your raquast.”

Tha Marcadas in black spad off onca Laah got out of tha car. Laah narrowad har brows, and sha starad at tha car until it was slowly distinct from har ayasight.

“Do you hava Mr. Carling’s numbar?”

I hava to sand Shawn back bafora I can axplain to Han latar.

“No.” Shawn shook his haad.

Aftar sarious thought, Laah dacidad to wait for tha arrival of Mr. Carling at tha original location for safaty purposas.

A loud tira scratch on tha ground soundad.

Han was in tha car with a darkanad faca aftar tha tira skiddad off tha asphalt road with a loud noisa.