Chapter 531


    Once they were done shopping, Leanna made her way to Pearson Group. When she got to the


    president''s office, Jonathan wasing out.


    He closed his document and greeted, "Hello, Miss McKinney."


    "Is Aidan busy?"


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    "Not… exactly. The managers for our subsidiaries are reporting their work progress inside. They''re


    probably going to take an hour or so."


    Leanna nodded. "I''ll wait for him, then."


    "I''ll take you to the waiting room."


    "It''s alright. I know where to go. You do your job."


    Jonathan had something to do anyway, so he left.


    Leanna came to the waiting room, and an assistant there poured her a ss of water. Dusk had settled


    in, and the streemps shone upon the lonely road like stars twinkling in the night sky. For two hours


    Leanna waited, but nobody came. He''s still working. She looked at the time and approached the


    assistant''s room. Then she asked, "Are the subsidiaries'' managers gone?"


    "They left just a few minutes ago."


    Leanna smiled. "Thank you." She then approached the president''s office and knocked on the door


    before entering the room. Aidan was standing before the French window, calling someone. He turned


    around and gave her a look that told her to wait, so she sat on the couch and scrolled through her


    phone.


    A whileter, Aidan sat beside her and pulled her into his embrace. "I thought you were shopping."


    "I was. And I came back." Leanna said, "Is this going to take a while?"


    "I can end it right now." Before she could say anything, he rested his head on her shoulders. "I''m tired."


    "Do you want a massage?"


    "No. Just let me hold you."


    A moment of silenceter, Leanna said, "I''ve heard the news. Aidan…"


    "Yes?"


    "You don''t have to deal with Sienna."


    Aidan tilted his head to the side. "What do you mean?"


    Seriously, Leanna said, "This is between Sienna and me. Just let me handle it. You don''t have to break


    Justin''s heart."


    "What are you thinking?" he said sternly. "This is not just between you and her. She went after you to


    get to me. In other words, I was the reason this mess happened."


    "But…"


    "No buts," Aidan interjected. "Just focus on running your studio and leave this to me."


    "Okay…"


    Aidan patted her head and gently said, "Alright. Let''s go home."


    …


    John had just taken a seat in the lounge of the Pearson Residence. Before he could say anything,


    Gordon snapped, "I can''t believe it. You almost ruined my n."


    John wasn''t angry that he was snapped at. In fact, he smiled. "You didn''t tell me he had friends in


    Lachstein. I almost died."


    The old man mmed his walking stick against the ground and scoffed. "Impossible. I know him. He


    has no allies in Lachstein. You were duped."


    John arched his eyebrow, but he said nothing.


    Gideon was not interested in talking to John anymore. "I''ll pay you what I promised. Just go home


    now." Then he got up from the couch, ready to retire for the night.


    "A minute, Mr. Pearson. I have some news that you might be interested in."


    The old man turned around, looking at him calmly. "Don''t beat around the bush. Just tell me the


    information and name your price, but you''d better consider your price very carefully. Don''t do anything


    stupid."


    An impressed John pped. "Admirable, Mr. Pearson. Very well. I just got hold of this information on


    my way here. The one you seek is right here in Highside. Under your very nose, even."


    The old man sat back down. Grasping his walking stick, he said after a moment of silence, "Then, tell


    me, who is it I''m searching for?"


    "Hmm…" John looked at Sienna, who wasing downstairs, before he smiled. "Someone very useful


    to you."


    The old man snickered. "Name your price."


    John gesticted.


    The old manughed mirthlessly. "You think your information is worth that much,d? You''d better


    reconsider, or you might leave with nothing."


    "Ah, that piece of information alone isn''t worth the price I quoted, but what if I told you that I also have


    news of someone besides the one you''re searching for?"


    "You''re making it sound like a big deal. So, tell me, who is this person?"


    "The one and only heir of Pearson Group, of course."


    A frown furrowed the old man''s forehead. "What are you talking about? What use do I have for news of


    Justin or Aidan?"


    "Of course, I''m not talking about them, Mr. Pearson. I''m talking about the little one. The one you can


    control. A pawn that can neither talk back nor fight."


    A grim looked crept onto the old man''s face. "Carry on."


    "I''ve just received news of that person before I came. Aidan went through a lot to keep this a secret


    from you. It''s unbelievable that the boy who should have died in that car crash is actually still alive and


    right here in Highside."


    "How did you know about that?" The old man shot John an icy look.


    John smiled. "Well, we businesspeople have our own source. So, is this piece of information worth my


    price?"


    The old man said nothing, though he narrowed his eyes. He didn''t see the body of that child when


    Leanna got into the car crash. He too suspected that the child was still alive, but there was no proof of


    it. His men kept a close eye on Leanna, but they saw no child around her.


    He could believe John, but that would be risky. The Pearsons held great power in Highside, almost like


    they were the rulers of this ce, and yet not even they could locate the child. However, a Dellshore


    local found the child right after he reached Highside, and without much effort too. The old man


    wondered who John really was. And why is he doing this?