,"Is that really the case?" Titus Zane was skeptical. If that was true, then she had to consider whether to file a complaint against the hotel’s front desk. Just because a foreign handso guy gave a charming look, he could freely co in and out of the hotel?
"Really, I’m not lying!" Jon explained anxiously. A foreign handso guy is pleasing to the eyes, but when he raises his eyebrows, deep forehead wrinkles appear.
Unlike Nathan Moore, who is in his thirties and shows no wrinkles when he smiles.
Unintentionally, Titus Zane compared Jon and Nathan Moore.
Jon sat down on another armchair, and leaned in with a sowhat troubled expression.
"Carry, do all won in your country like us foreign n?" When taking the subway, they would rather squeeze themselves than offer him a seat, and then there’s this hotel service, seeing him makes them blush, all shy, which really puzzles him.
Titus Zane glanced at him disdainfully and sneered coldly, "Don’t your foreign n also like Asian won with yellow skin!"
"Hmm, that I strongly agree with." Speaking of Asian won, Jon’s face brightened with a smile, so happy that he even used a Chinese idiom, "Asian won are gentle, like little birds relying on people."
"Pfft!" Titus Zane scoffed contemptuously, then her face grew colder.
"Tell , why did you sneak into my room again, coming to see in the middle of the night?"
Although Jon was a bit unreliable, Titus Zane felt he wouldn’t be so unreliable as to fly back to T city just to sneak into her room.
Suddenly, Jon beca very serious.
"Carry, I ca back this ti to talk to you about this."
"About what?"
Titus Zane asked coldly. She discovered that with Jon, you cannot show him the slightest pleasant face, otherwise, he will keep sticking to you.
"Previously, you ntioned a woman who said she knew you..."
"Yes, twice, both in T city."
"Is this the woman?" Jon reached into his bathrobe and pulled out a photo.
Titus Zane...
With a face full of disgust, she hesitated whether to take the photo handed in front of her.
"Confirm it for , is this the woman." Jon looked serious, seemingly unaware of Titus Zane’s disgust.
Titus Zane reluctantly took the photo, and the face of a middle-aged woman ca into view.
The woman had short hair, perd in curls, and with one glance, Titus Zane recognized that this was the woman who emphatically told her, "Your mother was killed by Ariana Evans..."
"It’s her, where did you find her?" Titus Zane had a newfound recognition of Jon. She had only given a simple description of the woman’s appearance to Jon, and he managed to find her in just a few days.
It was miraculous.
What Titus Zane didn’t know was that she had always been studying art, particularly in sketching people, therefore she had a keen observation ability. She thought she had described the woman lightly, but when she described the woman’s appearance, hairstyle, clothing, and even body shape to Jon, his brain quickly sketched that woman.
Over fifty years old, a gentle appearance, seemingly very cultured...
Maybe it was destined, Jon unintentionally t this woman and had a long conversation with her.
"Her na is Abigail Zimrman, sixty years old this year, the current Madam of the Joycrest Group, and the daughter-in-law of the Zane Family in Capital City."
"The Zane Family in Capital City?" Titus Zane was confused. She hadn’t lived long in her ho country, so she had not heard of the Zane Family in Capital City, but from Jon’s words, it sounded like a very remarkable family.
"Yes, the Zane Family in Capital City. A red third-generation family, I heard that your ancestors and so chairman fought together to establish their realm."
Titus Zane...
Wow, that’s quite impressive; I haven’t seen them, but just hearing about it tells this Zane Family is no ordinary family.
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