Chapter 269


    Johanna suggested, “If you don''t mind, you''re wee to stay here. We have plenty of guest rooms in


    the mansion.”


    An awkward expression emerged on Jonathan''s face. “Are you suggesting that I share a room with


    you, Johanna?”


    In public, Jonathan would address her as “Ms. Wilkinson,” but now, he switched to Johanna instead.


    Truth be told, Jonathan was a sucker for married women such as Johanna and Jennifer.


    In fact, his self-discipline would probably wilt at the first sign of temptation.


    Johanna blushed at his question. “What are you babbling about? With so many empty rooms, why do I


    need to stay with you?”


    Jonathan let out a mischievous chuckle. “I was worried that you would take advantage of me just like


    you did on the high-speed train.”


    Embarrassed, Johanna retorted, “Forget it. Since you don''t appreciate my kindness, I''m not going to


    care about you anymore.”


    Jonathan shed a smile as he replied, “In that case, bye!”


    When Jonathan left just like that, Johanna realized she still couldn''t figure out what was on his mind.


    Obviously, Jonathan wasn''t going to stay in Johanna''s mansion for fear that he would end up doing


    something foolish. Furthermore, it would be an insufferable experience for him. To be in close proximity


    to the married woman of his fantasies, and yet, not be able to fulfill his desires was nothing but torture.


    After bidding Johanna goodbye, Jonathan strolled along the quiet streets.


    By then, it was already dawn.


    The nights of Willowbank were glorious, where the neon lights of the road interchange looked like a


    snaking dragon from afar.


    With the chilly breeze blowing, one couldn''t help but shiver when it brushed across one''s skin.


    The road Jonathan was walking along was in a secluded area, devoid of the typical bustle of a city.


    Hence, only a few cars would drive past him asionally.


    As the streetmps on both sides of the street shone brightly, they cast a long shadow over his walking


    figure.


    Once in a while, Jonathan enjoyed strolling alone in quiet surroundings, as it gave him the space to


    reflect upon his journey and experiences over thest few years.


    In the depths of his mind, the person he missed the most was his master, who had raised him as far


    back as he could remember.


    Even though his master was strict, Jonathan owed his life to his master for teaching him to read, write,


    fight, and understand the various principles in this world.


    “Master, where in the world have you gone?” Jonathan couldn''t help but wonder aloud.


    Naturally, no one would answer his question.


    In his memories, his master—always dressed in a ck suit—was a man of few words.


    Also, Jonathan had never seen his master fight and was clueless about the true extent of thetter''s


    cultivation.


    “As for me, who am I really?” Jonathan asked himself again.


    “Where are my parents? Are they dead or have they abandoned me?”


    He still found no answer to that question.


    In the midst of his sorrow, Jonathan continued strolling along the sidewalk.


    Suddenly, he saw a Mercedes-Benz sports car parked at the bus stop in front.


    It was purple in color and was particrly eye-catching.


    Moreover, he seemed to hear muffled soundsing from it.


    Jolted back to his senses, his mncholy disappeared immediately. Content property of N?velDra/ma.Org.


    Damn it, are they f*cking in the car at this hour?


    The thought intrigued him at once.


    As Jonathan approached, the scene inside the car became clear to him through the windscreen.


    A bald man wearing a gold chain was sexually assaulting a drunk young girl.


    The girl was dressed skimpily with a headful of blond hair. One could tell that she was an escort at first


    nce.


    Realizing her identity, Jonathan had no interest in saving her, for she might have willingly put herself in


    that position.


    By sticking his nose into her business, he might even end up being cursed at.


    In spite of that, Jonathan was anything but a gentleman. There was no way he was going to miss such


    an erotic scene.


    In fact, not filming it was considered the most ethical thing he could manage under the circumstances.


    Nevertheless, the blonde quickly caught a glimpse of the voyeur. Patting the bald man to get his


    attention, she gestured for him to look outside.


    It was then that Jonathan came into his view.


    Winding down the window, he bellowed, “What are you staring at, you piece of sh*t? I''m going to bust


    your balls if you don''t scram!”


    Jonathan sniggered in response. “Does this street belong to you? I''m not going anywhere. Come and


    beat me up if you dare.”


    “F*ck you, b*stard!” The bald man was visibly someone aggressive and used to bullying others. Without


    any hesitation, he got out of the car and stormed toward Jonathan.


    Pretending to be afraid, Jonathan staggered back as he warned, “What are you doing? Hitting


    someone is against thew.”


    “Against thew? F*ck thew!” the bald man sneered as he attempted to grab Jonathan''s hair. “Let


    me tell you, I''m thew!”


    However, those were thest words that rolled out of his mouth.


    The next second, Jonathan intercepted the bald man''s hand and snapped it, exposing the white of the


    bone.


    The excruciating pain that followed elicited an agonized scream from the bald man.


    ''You''re thew? Sheesh, I''m so scared...” Thereafter, Jonathan kicked him to the ground. As the bald


    man rolled around grimacing in pain, his face was stomped on by Jonathan.


    After choking briefly, the bald man spat out some blood and teeth.


    When beating up nouveau riches like the bald man, Jonathan harbored no sympathy at all.


    The worst people in the world are those who let their wealth outpace the growth in their civility. The


    nouveau riches are perfect examples. Just because they are wealthy, they behave with impunity and


    show no respect to anyone. This attitude doesn''t just affect men but women too. Road bullies are also


    one of them. If they''re so great, why don''t they beat up other men? You really piss me off. You can''t


    even withstand two kicks, and yet, you act as if you''re going to beat the woman to death. Online trolls,


    road bullies, and nouveau riches, you''re the source of all society''s frustrations. In the end, you''re still


    afraid of the strong and only dare pick on the weak.


    After teaching the bald man a lesson, Jonathan prepared to leave. Unexpectedly, the blonde girl called


    out to him in an excited tone, “Hey, handsome, you''re amazing. Come, I''ll spend the night with you.”


    Scrutinizing the blonde with a nce, Jonathan sniggered. “Forget it, you''re too sullied for me.”


    No sooner had the words rolled off his tongue than the blonde''s face lost all color.


    In spite of that, it was no longer any of his business.


    In the end, he checked into a hotel and slept till the next day.


    The next morning, the sun shone brightly in the sky.


    Not wanting to dy the matter with Victor any longer, he nned to retrieve the prismatic crystal and


    report back to Divine Realm.


    Jonathan first gave Victor a call which quickly connected.


    He said, “Mr. Yarbrough, I''vepleted all my tasks. Isn''t it time for you to hand over the prismatic


    crystal as we have agreed?”


    “Mr. Lawson, can we speak face to face?” When Victor replied in a conflicted tone, Jonathan''s heart


    sank.


    F*ck! Something must have gone wrong.


    “What happened?” Jonathan demanded at once.


    Victor pleaded, “We''ll talk when we see each other, all right?”


    “Fine. Where are you? I''lle see you right away.”


    Victor then gave Jonathan his house address.


    Without another word, Jonathan checked out of the hotel and hailed a taxi to take him straight to


    Victor''s house.


    Thetter lived in a beautiful mansion with a courtyard that had a pavilion in it.


    In no mood to appreciate the beauty of his surroundings, Jonathan headed right in to be greeted by the


    sight of the anxious Victor pacing back and forth in the living room.


    “What in the world happened?” The fuming Jonathan asserted, “Mr. Yarbrough, let me tell you, I have


    alreadypleted my mission. If you don''t hand over the prismatic crystal, Divine Realm will make life


    difficult for you. Even the president of Anndur doesn''t dare to mess around with the organization, let


    alone you.”


    Well aware of what was at stake, Victor exined, “Mr. Lawson, it''s not my intention to not give you the


    crystal, but something untoward has happened. You have to help me this time, or I''ll be ruined!”


    Jonathan furrowed his brows as he asked, “What''s going on?”


    With a frustrated glint in his eye, Victor exined, “Upon returning homest night, the idiot was very


    sad...”


    Jonathan was puzzled. Who''s that idiot supposed to be?


    A long while passed before it dawned upon him that Victor was talking about Briana.


    Victor continued, “I didn''t know how that idiot found out about the prismatic crystal, but she stole it from


    the safe while I was asleep. And now, I have no idea where she is. Mr. Lawson, you have a wide


    network. Can I trouble you to locate her and get the crystal back from her?”


    “Is this a trick?” Jonathan asked.


    Victor rified, “I wouldn''t dare mess with you since this is a matter of life and death that concerns me.


    If the prismatic crystal isn''t found, I''m the one in trouble, not you.”


    Jonathan saw the logic in Victor''s argument. As he hadpleted the requirements of his mission,


    Victor''s inability to produce the prismatic crystal would be a matter between thetter and the Divine


    Realm.


    The Divine Realm, being a reasonable organization, didn''t send men to take the prismatic crystal from


    Victor by force. However, under the current circumstances, the Divine Realm was in the right.


    If Victor was killed by the Divine Realm for failing to deliver the prismatic crystal, no one would use


    the organization of any wrongdoing.


    Thereafter, Jonathan asked Victor, “Where could Briana have gone? It''s not like she has any


    experience in running away. Have you frozen all her bank and credit cards?”


    “Yes, I have.”


    “I figure that she couldn''t have gotten far. However, she had better not have thrown away or sold the


    crystal. Otherwise, Mr. Yarbrough, you would regret having a daughter like her.”


    Well aware of what was at stake, Victor hated his daughter at that very moment.


    Subsequently, Jonathan found a quiet spot to give Mabel a call.


    Once the call connected, the smiling Mable asked, “What''s up? Are you checking in on Joanne''s


    progress? She has gone somece where I have lost track of her. I''ll let you know once I have an


    update.”


    Laughing wryly, Jonathan replied, “It''s not about that. My Immortal Pill is slipping away from my


    fingers.”


    Mabel was stunned by his words. “What in the world happened?”


    “I came here to obtain the prismatic crystal from Victor. Just when I was due to collect it after


    completing my mission yesterday, Briana suffered quite a huge emotional blow. Therefore, I decided to


    collect it another time. Little did I expect her to have stolen it and fled to God knows where. You have to


    help me find her, as that fool is capable of anything. If she were to sell or lose it, that would be the end


    of our Immortal Pill.”