Chapter 1928


    The two men before him had most likely done many wicked things without even batting an eyelid;


    they were real criminals.


    But in Jefferson''s eyes, they were nothing more than circus clowns.


    "You don''t need to put on a menacing farce with those re of yours. Don''t you feel ufortable


    staring at me with your eyes wide open like that?" asked Jefferson with a chuckle.


    The two men did not answer, thoroughly confused.


    Jefferson brushed the dust off his shoulder and said, "Since you''ve let me get to this point, you must


    know why I''m here. Please lead me to the person I came here to meet."


    After a couple of seconds, the thinner man of the two stepped forward and told him, "Mr. Hefner,


    Stephen knows you''re here for him, so he''s been waiting for you. But before you meet him, we''ll


    have to frisk you."


    "Of course. I''m not here to fight today. I''ll do whatever you ask me to," Jefferson acquiesced and


    raised his hands. "Check to your hearts'' content, but please make it quick. I don''t have the patience


    to dawdle around wasting time with you people."


    The two men hurried forward. One of them frisked Jefferson while the other searched his car. After


    confirming that he had no weapons or any wiretapping equipment on him, they took his cell phone.


    Jefferson then entered the house.


    The exterior of the house looked just like any other houses in the area. It was a three-story high with


    white bricks all around. The hall on the first floor looked ordinary as well. But they didn''t stop there;


    the two men led Jefferson straight up to the second floor.


    Jefferson expected the second floor to be very different from the first. Perhaps it would be


    decorated luxuriously with glitz and gold. However, upon entering, he realized that the interior of the


    house, too, was just as ordinary as any other house. Apart from the bare necessities like a sofa and


    some other decorative items, there was nothing much.


    The henchmen brought Jefferson upstairs and left silently. The person Jefferson intended to meet


    wasn''t there, so he stood alone in the empty hall.


    Jefferson looked around. The room was decorated in a in and simple manner, but there were


    subtle quirks to it. For example, the painting hanging on the wall was equipped with miniature


    pinhole cameras that most ordinary people would probably not notice. Someone was watching his


    every move.


    Jefferson was already there by himself, but the man he was waiting to see had not shown up. What


    was he waiting for? Did he not believe that Jefferson had not brought any aplices?


    "I drove here alone for two hours, but I haven''t even been offered a ss of water. Is this how you


    treat your guests?" asked Jefferson.


    The words barely left him before Jefferson heard the sound of a door opening on the third floor.


    Then, a middle-aged man, propped up by a young and beautiful woman, descended the stairs


    slowly. "Stephen, it''s already thiste. You should just leave him to me. Why do you have toe


    and see him yourself?"


    Jefferson recognized the woman who spoke. They had met not long ago at a bar, where she had


    set him up. It was none other than Nina.


    The middle- aged man said, "Because he is a distinguished guest. I have to meet him in person to


    show my sincerity."


    As for that middle- aged man, Jefferson was extremely familiar with him. To be precise, he could not


    know him better if he tried. Jefferson had known this man for more than twenty years,


    after all.


    It was then that Jefferson realized crystal-clear, time meant nothing when it came to truly knowing a


    person.


    Jefferson was surprised, but it only showed for a brief moment in his eyes. The fruit of his


    investigation was somehow unexpected, yet not at the same time when he thought about it. He


    understood all the questions he had at that moment.


    Jefferson''s guess was right after all. The dismembered corpses from two years ago was someone


    else, not Sheridan.


    Sheridan had "died" two years ago but it turned out he had been living freely under a new identity,


    Stephen Carter. Had he even bothered to consider how his only daughter had been living for the


    past two years?


    Now that Jefferson''s hunch was confirmed, he did not know whether tough or cry, so he merely


    said, "I never expected to see you again in this lifetime."


    "Yes, I''ve never thought that we would meet again under such circumstances." Stephen, supported


    by Nina, went over to Jefferson and stood beside him. Like a kind elder, he looked at Jefferson


    and asked, "Long time no see, Jefferson. How have you been?" "With you taking such good care of


    me, I''ve been doing great, of course," said Jefferson with a smile.


    "Ha, ha, ha..." Stephen burst outughing. "I didn''t expect you to be just the same as you were


    before. You speak and act so casually without any care about the consequences."


    "You''re right. I''m still the same old Jefferson I was all those years ago. But you are no longer the


    person you used to be. For all you''ve done thus far, you deserve to die ten times over." Jefferson


    stared straight at him, as if he was trying to read his mind and understand what was going on in his


    mind.


    "Jefferson, don''t overstep..." Nina shouted at him, but she was halted by Stephen. She said


    discontentedly, "Stephen..."


    Stephen patted her hand,forting her. Then he looked at Jefferson and said, "Everyone dies


    sooner orter. They won''t live longer just for being a good person, nor will they die ten times over


    just for being evil. That''s the reality, don''t you think, Jefferson?"


    Looking at the fake smile of the man in front of him, Jefferson felt like he had met his match.


    Compared to that sly old fox, his banter was nowhere near good enough. He said, "Just because


    you''ll die eventually? That''s why you chose to turn to a life of crime?"


    Stephen raised his hand and patted Jefferson on the shoulder lightly. "Look at you. You''re not the


    respectful man you used to be. You used to greet me politely whenever we met. Now, you don''t


    even do that anymore. You shouldn''t act that way to your elders."


    "Huh! Do you think you deserve any respect from me?" asked Jefferson with a sneer.


    Stephen''s smile never left his face. It looked kind, but behind that facade was a sh of viciousness.


    "You think you can disrespect me just because you''ve got Adrienne by your side now?"


    "Shut up!" Jefferson shouted abruptly. He gazed right into Stephen''s eyes, the look in his eyes


    morphing from disappointment to fury. "You have relinquished your right to say her name since you


    chose to go down this path."


    "Oh, if I don''t have that right, then who does? You?" Stephenughed out loud, "Adrienne is my


    daughter. My blood flows through her body. If it weren''t for me, she would not exist in this world. We


    are father and daughter. That''s a fact that no one can change."


    Jefferson was trying his best to maintain hisposure. But at the mention of Adrienne, he couldn''t


    hold it in anymore.


    He had decided to go alone because he had hoped he would be able to settle everything and not let


    Adrienne get hurt by the truth.


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    Jefferson gnashed his teeth and hissed, "If Adrienne found out she had a father like you, I think she


    would rather drain everyst drop of blood from her body than admitting to being your daughter."