208: Chapter 208: Maurice Singleton’s Ho 208: Chapter 208: Maurice Singleton’s Ho “Sir…
how…
how can you let go?” After a night’s drive, as the sky was just beginning to brighten the next day, Maurice Singleton, who was driving, suddenly spoke with apprehension, also glancing at Yusuf Zuck from the rearview mirror.
Hearing Maurice’s words, Yusuf Zuck was montarily startled but then chuckled and said, “What do you an by that?”
“Sir…
I think…
I think there’s no reason for to be alive because you killed our people, you exposed all your secrets to , so to prevent leaks, you’re going to kill , right?” Maurice was streetwise, and if a man of over fifty couldn’t figure this out, it would an he’d lived his years in vain.
Yusuf Zuck fell silent for a mont and then slowly said, “Dead n tell no tales, do they?”
The color drained from Maurice’s face as he said, “I swear by God’s na, I will never reveal any of your secrets, sir!”
“Who is God?” Yusuf Zuck asked earnestly.
Maurice took a deep breath, “Then how can you let go?”
Yusuf Zuck did not plan to let Maurice go; he kept him to serve as his guide, as his chauffeur, because he needed to return to Las Vegas.
“I can’t think of any reason to let you go,” Yusuf Zuck said, shaking his head and speaking the stark truth.
“Then let make a suggestion, and you can see if it works, sir,” Maurice pointed ahead and said, “The city ahead is called Rodeo City, it’s my hotown, my wife and daughters live there, and my younger daughter is just about to go to Beijing in China.
She’s going to spend four years at university there.
She adores Chinese culture and her biggest dream is to travel all across China.
Can I entrust her to you for protection?”
“Heh, so for your own sake, you’d sell out your own daughter?” Yusuf Zuck laughed, deciding that if Maurice could betray his daughter, then he was certainly not worth sparing.
“No, no, no, sir, you misunderstand .
I truly love both of my daughters, especially my younger daughter, Macklin.
I treasure her like the apple of my eye.
After all, my daughter is going to China, and I really don’t want to die.
I still need to make money, to help her pay hefty tuition fees, and earn even more to take care of my elder daughter’s illness.
So if I die, they would…
they would…” As he spoke, Maurice began to cry, seemingly showing genuine emotion.
Yusuf Zuck did not pick up on his words, instead pondering the condition he proposed.
If what Maurice said was true, and it truly was his younger daughter, then it wouldn’t hurt to spare him just this once.
As long as his daughter was within his sight, Maurice probably wouldn’t betray him.
Of course, further observation was necessary.
If Maurice turned out to be a father with a heart of a serpent, then even if his daughter were in Yusuf’s hands, he might still betray him.
“Of course, I trust that the great sir would not trouble my daughter, for she is still a child,” Maurice said, wiping away his tears.
“Let’s have a al at your place, I’m hungry,” Yusuf Zuck said indifferently.
“Certainly, sir, Maurice will serve you for the rest of my life,” Maurice said, a hint of joy in his tone.
“Heh,” Yusuf Zuck laughed and did not continue the conversation.
He was going to Maurice’s house to see if what he said was true.
Moreover, so far, Maurice had not contacted anyone, so him going ho now was tantamount to an unexpected visit, with no one else in the know.
The car quickly entered Rodeo City and eventually pulled up in front of a detached house.
This was Maurice’s ho, resembling a villa but very dilapidated.
The building seed to be from the 1960s, with electric wires strewn about everywhere.
However, the yard’s greenery was a saving grace.
“Sir, can you not take that gun inside?” Maurice asked awkwardly, “I told them I have a legitimate job in xico City.”
“I’ve hidden it already,” Yusuf Zuck concealed the gun under the car’s floor mat, then took off his jacket because it was stained with blood.
He still carried his burden on his back, which was Lena Brown; he didn’t want to leave her behind.
The doorbell rang, and after a mont, an old lady with a face full of wrinkles opened the door.
The instant the old lady saw Maurice Singleton, she cried out in surprise and gave him a quick hug.
“Sir, this is my mother,” Maurice said before turning to the old lady and saying sothing, pointing towards Yusuf Zuck.
“Hello, Chinese young man…” To Yusuf’s surprise, the old lady could actually speak a bit of Chinese.
“Since I lived in China before and Macklin is fond of Chinese culture, our whole family knows so simple Chinese; especially Macklin, who probably can now speak fluently with you.
Sir, please co in,” Maurice said as he walked inside, while the old lady shouted sothing into the interior.
Then a girl of about seventeen or eighteen, pushing a thin girl in a wheelchair, ca out.
The younger girl, cheerfully hugging Maurice, exploded in excitent, and the girl in the wheelchair also opened her arms.
A plump woman wearing an apron also ca out.
She seed to be cooking sothing delicious, as her hands were covered in flour.
After sharing laughter and hugs with the girl in the wheelchair and the plump woman, Maurice Singleton pointed at Yusuf and said sothing.
“Wow, a Chinese person!” Macklin exclaid excitedly and ran up to Yusuf to introduce herself, “Hello, my na is Macklin, welco to our guest from afar.
This is my sister thelin Singleton, that’s my mother Allen, and my grandmother Yara.
Sir, how’s my Chinese?”
Yusuf’s lips curved upward slightly as he nodded promptly, “Your Chinese is very fluent.
I heard from your father that you want to study abroad in China?”
“Yes, yes, the acceptance letter has already been mailed over.” Despite the stiffness in her Chinese, Macklin managed to express herself fluently, seemingly even better than her father.
“My na is Yusuf Zuck; welco to study in China,” Yusuf said as he shook hands with Macklin.
“Mr.
Zuck, hello.” At that mont, the plump woman and the girl in the wheelchair also used their halting Chinese to greet Yusuf!
“Hello, I’m sorry to trouble you.”
“Mr.
Zuck, please co in,” Maurice beckoned Yusuf into the living room and then excused himself to cook with his wife, leaving Yusuf completely with his two daughters.
As for the old lady, she was sunbathing in the garden.
Macklin was very talkative.
Ever since Yusuf walked in, she kept asking him this and that, about how long the Great Wall actually is and whether she could walk from the east to the west.
She also asked why the Qiantang River has a tide every year like a tsunami, without any earthquake occurring.
She inquired what standards Chinese n have for choosing a spouse and many other assorted questions, confusing Yusuf quite a bit.
thelin in the wheelchair could speak a few words of Chinese too, but she was clearly seriously ill.
By estimation, she couldn’t weigh more than eighty pounds, skeletal, and also, her eyes were hollow, seemingly lifeless, with very sparse hair as well.
Yusuf probed thelin with telekinesis and found that her blood was diseased, different from that of a normal person.
Moreover, from the beginning to the end, she hadn’t lifted her hands even once.
Except for speaking, it seed her entire body was immobile.
“My sister has myasthenia gravis, and it’s been five years already.
The university I applied to is the miraculous Traditional Chinese dicine University.
I’ve heard that traditional Chinese dicine can cure my sister’s illness.” Macklin, with tears in her eyes, knelt beside the wheelchair, helping her sister sort her hair while watching Yusuf look at her sister.
Yusuf nodded; he didn’t know how to cure this disease.
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