Unexpected Blessing After Divorce

Chapter 415

Chapter 415 No Matter

Christopher returned to Juxshire a few days later than Wesley.

The journey back to Juxshire from Druobridge was quite torturous. Christopher had taken a car, rode a train, and even hiked the mountains. On the way back, he also encountered several endangering experiences, adding to his injuries.

Fortunately, they were minor injuries and were not serious.

When he arrived at Juxshire, he looked quite miserable. His clothes were ragged with an unpleasant smell as if he had slept in a pigsty.

In truth, Christopher may not have slept in a pigsty, but he did ride a truck with a dozen of piglets.

It was midnight when he arrived at Juxshire.

Before he could catch a break to find a place to clean himself and change his clothes, Yahir and his subordinates found him. They kidnapped Christopher into their vehicle without giving him a chance to speak.

Christopher struggled a few times..

The rope was tight, and he could not break free. Belonging to NôvelDrama.Org.

He frowned and looked at Yahir beside him, questioning, “Why are you doing this, Mr. Hatfield?” Yahir glanced at him and said, “Chris, this is Mr. Xavier’s order.”

Christopher pondered for a moment and sneered. “Mr. Xavier’s orders? Did I do something to offend him? I almost died during my trip to Druobridge. I narrowly escaped death, came back, and this is the

treatment I get

Yahir hesitated for a moment, and his tone softened as he persuaded, “You can’t blame Mr. Xavier. After all, those goods are worth nearly hundreds of millions. The money has been paid, but he hasn’t received the product. Mr. Xavier naturally needs a statement. Regardless, you don’t have to worry too much. If you are not responsible for the failure of this deal, Mr. Xavier won’t let you bear the responsibility alone.”

The latter sentences comforted Christopher.

Oliver seemed quite easygoing but never showed mercy to his subordinates who made mistakes.

Black Wolf came back to Juxshire about a week earlier than Christopher. During the week, Black Wolf lived a difficult life. Although Oliver would not take Black Wolf’s life because of this, Oliver’s torture was worse than death.

However, Oliver’s attitude toward Christopher was hard to figure out.

Oliver knew letting Christopher stay beside him was risky, but the former still chose the latter.

Not to mention, the first task entrusted to Christopher was an important one.

No wonder Black Wolf was jealous.

Yet, saying that Oliver cared for Christopher was also not quite right.

Otherwise, Oliver would have stopped this when he knew Black Wolf was hostile toward Christopher. Christopher even allowed Black Wolf to attack Christopher, utterly uncaring of Christopher’s life or death. However, it was normal to be unable to figure out Oliver’s mind.

If the subordinates could read Oliver’s mind, they would not be working under him.

“I’m going to take a nap. Wake me when we arrive,” Christopher said lazily, closed his eyes, and fell asleep as soon as he leaned against the seat.

It was no exaggeration that he did not sleep more than three hours for the past three to four days. At times, he felt his heart throbbing as if he might die the next second.

It was incredible to think he could hold on till now.

Yahir felt more incredulous when he heard this.

He did not know whether Christopher was generous or that he already had plans. Yahir could not believe he could still fall asleep at such a time.

Not only was Christopher asleep, but he was also sleeping soundly. He did not even wake up when the car

parked in the parking lot of the Goodness Club.

Yahir called and patted him a few times before Christopher finally woke up.

“Have we arrived?” Christopher opened his eyes dazedly and looked out the window.

“We’re here.” Yahir smiled and asked, “Chris, you don’t need me to help you out of the car, do you?”

Christopher glanced at him. “You can if you want. I just so happen to have no strength right now and I don’t want to walk. It would be better if you carried me.”

“You youngsters just love to joke,” Yahir said. “Mr. Xavier is still waiting for you. Give him a clear explanation quickly, and you can return earlier, shower, and go to bed. Lying down to sleep is better than sitting here. right?”

Christopher pondered for a while and thought it made sense. He yawned, woke himself up, and opened the car doors.

He followed Yahir and walked around for several minutes before finally stopping at a sliding door.

Yahir opened the door and led Christopher in.

There was no one in the room except Oliver.

He knelt in front of a square table, holding a carving knife, and was carving a piece of wood. The wood was already taking the shape of a human figure. From the looks of it, it seemed like a woman.

“Mr. Xavier,” Yahir called with a smile. “I’ve brought Chris to you.”

Oliver put down the items he held and glanced at Christopher before looking to Yahir, saying, “Mr. Hatfield, please head to the next room for coffee. I want to speak to Christopher alone.”

Oliver was more respectful toward Yahir,

Yahir bowed and responded, “All right.”

With that, he left the room.

Oliver pointed to the seat beside him and said, “Sit.”

Christopher showed no courtesy to him and sat down directly. Then, he glanced at the coffeepot warming up at the side. He took a clean cup, poured a cup of coffee for himself, and asked, “Can you ask someone to make something to eat?”

He had lived for nearly 30 years and had never been so miserable, even during his three years in prison.

Especially when he thought of squeezing into a vehicle with a dozen piglets, the surrounding was so smelly it made him sick, and he vomited several times.

Oliver asked someone to cook spaghetti and deliver it here.

Perhaps he also could not stand Christopher’s odor, so Oliver asked someone to bring clean clothes and let Christopher wash up.

After cleaning up, food was served.

Oliver drank coffee while he watched Christopher.

Christopher let himself be watched as he slurped the pasta slowly as if no one was around.

When he put down his fork, Oliver said, “Twenty minutes.”

Christopher smiled. “You seem pretty leisurely, Mr. Xavier. Do you have to keep the time while I eat?”

Oliver did not show any displeasure toward Christopher’s words. The former sipped coffee and said, “Do you know how long it takes me to finish the pasta?”

Christopher did not bother to answer such a boring question.

Oliver continued, “At my fastest, I only use two minutes. Even if I slow down purposefully, finishing a plate of pasta will take me less than ten minutes.”

“What exactly are you?” Christopher frowned slightly. After a pause, he added, “I don’t want to know what you want to say, Mr. Xavier. You asked Mr. Hatfield to bring me here as soon as I arrived at Juxshire to ask me about the shipment, right?”

Oliver looked at him and paused for two seconds. “What I want to say is why we differ so much, even when eating the same plate of pasta, when the same blood of the Solace family flows within us.”

His tone was cold and sarcastic.

“Am I unworthy just because my father is an illegitimate child?”

Christopher smiled. “The Solace family is gone. Does it matter whether you’re worthy?”

Hearing this, Oliver smiled faintly. “You’re right. It doesn’t matter.”

The Solace family, who prospered in Juxshire for 200 years, had been destroyed. The present Solace family had long fallen and was not worth mentioning.