Jean didn't answer. Under the hazy shadow of the moon, his bright eyes fell on Chris's face.

  In an instant, Chris sat across from him and looked at him intently to find that Jean still had a cellphone in the palm of his hand.

  ??

  He frowned. "What's the matter? Is there anything else you have to do this late?"

  The man placed his cell phone on the armrest of the sofa, rubbed his forehead, and did not answer the rhetorical question. "What are you doing here?"

  "Looking for wine. I can't sleep, would you like to drink together?"

  Jean looked away and looked at the wine cabinet in the corner of the living room. He got up slowly, stepped forward and opened the cupboard's door. "How long are you planning on living abroad?"

  When he picked up a bottle of wine and two glasses, he looked over at Chris and asked.

  There are no lights on in the living room. When the man sat down, he turned on the table lamp beside him, and a faint yellow light spread across the room.

  Chris took the bottle of wine and poured it into two glasses each. He shuffled the wine and said, "At least ten days. Anyway, I want to be with her during Chinese New Year and the days after."

  In this case, Chris is already determined to follow his plan.

  After a moment of silence, Chris took a sip of his wine and felt the strong aroma spread down his throat. He turned to look out the window and said, "Mike doesn't really want to marry Leila, does he?"

  At this time, the man just pressed the glass to his lips, his movement suddenly stopped.

  He looked at Chris, his tone inexplicable. "How could I know?"

  Chris sighed and placed his wine glass on the table. He bent forward with his elbows on his knees. "Mike was looking for you last night. I don't know what he was talking about, but I think he must be asking you a favor."

  The man didn't answer.

  Seconds later, Chris picked up his glass again, leaned back on the sofa, folded his legs, and said, "If you don't answer, I will assume my theory is correct. Apparently, that kid is not stupid. He knows who to turn to."

  "Andrew is already busy with his wife's pregnancy. Surely they didn't have the energy to help Leila. That woman was, to be honest… Despicable. I really didn't like her from the first time I met her. But one thing is for sure– she really loves Mike. "

  As an observer, Chris can see very clearly.

  Whenever Leila looks at Mike, her eyes are filled with obsession and admiration for him.

  No one could cheat the look in their eyes.

  She showed her love unconditionally.

  On the other hand, Mike's actions and feelings seemed too deliberate.

  After emptying half a glass, Chris didn't continue the conversation.

  He lazily leaned back on the sofa, his eyes foggy. "Jean, you said, me and the girl…."

  Perhaps he babbled because of the wine.

  There were some things Chris never said to anyone.

  He wanted to have Merry, but before that, he had to face all the problems between them.

  First, can Merry's family accept him?

  Second, Merry is young and has no love experiences. Does she like him as the opposite sex or is just an older brother?

  Third, will his family give him the freedom to marry?

  In such a large family, marriage is always an unavoidable topic.

  Chris thought he had gone to great lengths to block all possible marriage from being heard, but an accident was inevitable.

  At this time, Jean narrowed his eyes towards Chris, and his gaze showed a smile that was not easy to see. "Is the young master of the Hartanto family worried that he cannot protect his own woman?"

  Chris choked, he frowned and glared at him. He looked up and drank all of the remaining wine. "Either I can't protect her, or… Shit, how should I put it…"

  Seeing Chris' impatience, the man sighed and said, "The Hartanto family won't be a problem for you. The only thing you need to fight for is Merry's heart. As for her family… I think it's not that serious. At most, they'll just break your leg."

  Hearing those words, Chris got even more annoyed.

  It just adds fuel to the fire!……

  The next day, Lilia said goodbye to the Mayer family.

  Since she came home in a hurry and left very quickly, some of her uncles couldn't deliver her as they were busy with their respective jobs at the end of the new year and couldn't come back at all.

  Seeing her leave, Caleb was very reluctant to say goodbye.

  Lilia also felt the same, but after all, she still hasn't told him that she is pregnant.

  The old man was standing in the same place with a thick coat on his body.

  Seeing that the car had left the Mayer compound, he sighed.

  Axel couldn't see him anymore. He reminded him. "Master, let's come in."

  Caleb nodded. "Axel, please get someone to check what Mellisa has been up to recently. When I was chatting with Lilia yesterday, I always felt that she was hiding something from me. You better check what's going on."

  "Yes, I'll arrange that later."

  Caleb and Axel walked back side by side. On the way, he said again with his cold eyes, "Could you take the time to bring me the son of the Austin family?"

  "What are you going to do?"

  "I'll hit him!" Caleb's old face is displeased. "But I can't interfere in child fights. Still, I won't allow that kid from the Austin family to act recklessly. If you get him here, tell him I won't humiliate him. But I have to remind him of all the crime Leila has done,"

  The 80 years old man then returns to the main building slowly. After they left, a figure silently turned around and ran into the backyard behind the old tree.

  After Lilia returned yesterday, her mother forced her not to come out of her room at all……

  At the airport, the Widjaya family's private plane was ready when Jean and his entourage arrived.

  After more than twelve hours of flight, they finally arrived in the United States.

  Due to the long time at altitude, Lilia experienced slight vomiting.

  After eating the dried sour plum, she fell asleep in the spacious seat the entire time.

  The atmosphere of Chinese New Year is very strong in Indonesia for Chinese families, but in the United States, the joyous atmosphere is not really visible. On the contrary, it is relaxing and peaceful.

  When the plane stopped at LA airport at 09.00 US time, a car was already waiting in the parking lot.

  When Chris opened the door with his large suitcase, his face turned green.

  'Damn you Jean, how dare he bring Clifford again?!'

  "Young master!" Clifford opened his mouth at Chris without an expression on his face. Then he got out of the car and helped Dina and Rini carry their luggage.

  Chris gritted his teeth silently, and his forehead frowned.

  He felt that he had a bad year.

  As they got into the car, Clifford turned his head and said, "Young master, your stuff has been arranged in Miss Merry's basement, and the whole floor is guarded with our men."

  The man hadn't answered yet, but then the slightly dizzy Lilia raised her head, "Is there anyone in the room opposite Merry's?"

  She just thought that it was more convenient for her to come from the opposite door than from above and below.

  Then, Clifford peeked at Chris through the rearview mirror. "The other room belongs to Mr. Chris."