,"But what does this have to do with ?" Titus Zane frowned in confusion.
Jon was sitting in the armchair opposite her, with a small round table between them. He rested his arms on the table, leaning his upper body forward slightly, his expression serious.
"That’s the suspicious part."
Suspicious?
Titus Zane beca even more puzzled, and Jon began to analyze it step by step for her.
"This woman nad Abigail Zimrman said before that you were the daughter of..." Jon stopped mid-sentence, furrowing his brow as if trying to rember sothing carefully. Chinese nas were sowhat difficult for Jon to recall.
"Xiao Nuò," Titus Zane interjected helpfully.
"Oh, right, right, right," Jon said several tis, pointing his slender finger at Titus Zane, "Exactly, Xiao Nuò."
Jon swallowed hard, then continued, "Previously, Abigail Zimrman said you were Xiao Nuò’s daughter, but when I ntioned the na Xiao Nuò to her, she claid not to recognize it. Don’t you think that’s strange?"
Titus Zane nodded subconsciously, "A bit."
Jon suddenly slapped the table and stood up; the abrupt movent startled Titus Zane, only to see him say excitedly.
"It’s not just a bit, but very! Very strange."
Realizing his overreaction, he said "sorry" with an apologetic smile, and then sat down again.
"Even though she said she didn’t recognize it, I saw panic in her eyes, a fleeting panic that she managed to conceal well, but I keenly detected it."
Speaking of it, Jon’s face bead with pride.
Titus Zane...
Glared at him impatiently, "Get to the point!"
Jon appeared quite befuddled, spreading his arms, "Hey, this is the point."
Titus Zane...
Turned her face away, feeling quite helpless.
See, that’s how foreign friends are; always missing the main point and liking to show off.
"She clearly grabbed you before and said that you were Xiao Nuò’s daughter, but when I ntioned this na to her, she actually claid not to recognize it!" Jon was still fixated on this matter, so Titus Zane simply got up and walked toward the bathroom.
Listening to him repeat the sa thing over and over was just a waste of ti.
"Hey, hey, I haven’t finished talking, that’s very rude of you!" Jon protested to Titus Zane’s retreating figure. Titus Zane didn’t even bother to stop, but waved her hand back, "Too much nonsense, can’t be bothered to listen!"
Jon...
Why do beautiful and curvy won always have such personalities?
While having breakfast in the hotel restaurant, Jon started talking non-stop again. Since there were other custors in the restaurant, Jon cleverly decided to communicate in English.
Titus Zane sneered, "Childish, elentary school students here have a level-four proficiency in English!" What’s the difference between that and communicating in Mandarin?
Jon scratched his temple, looking quite troubled.
"Can you understand French?"
Titus Zane asked in French, and Jon looked at her with a face full of surprise, "Hey, no wonder Sister Hua said you were the most educated among her followers; it seems to be true!"
What Titus Zane didn’t expect was that Jon actually understood her and even complinted her in French.
She tilted her head slightly, with a faint smile on her lips, "Thank you for the complint."
The following conversation between the two was conducted in French.
Jon said that although Abigail Zimrman claid not to recognize Xiao Nuò, when they parted, she repeatedly reminded him not to ntion the na Xiao Nuò again, especially in the Imperial Capital.
Jon asked her why, and Abigail Zimrman solemnly advised, "You’re a foreign friend; for your own personal safety and for the friendship between our two countries, it’s better not to pry into certain matters."
At the ti, Jon was even more puzzled. What did Xiao Nuò have to do with his personal safety or the friendship between the two countries?
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