Rewriting My Heart's Fate (Ethan and Evelyn) novel Chapter 377

I nodded. I already had some considerations in my heart. No matter if Mr. Johnson was willing to talk or not, I had to give it a try.

On the second day, I drove to the villa on the outskirts alone.

While I was on my way there, my emotions were a mess. I had both the anxiousness of not knowing its outcome and the eagerness to unveil the truth.

When I stood before the vintage-looking door, I took a deep breath and pressed the doorbell.

The door slowly opened and a kind-looking old man appeared before me. His eyes seemed like the kind that had seen many things in life.

I introduced myself courteously and told him what I was there for.

"Oh, you're here to look for Mr. Johnson! Unfortunately, he has gone out on vacation these two days. If you're in a rush, you can look for him at the holiday resort."

This old man had been Mr. Johnson's butler for many years. He gave me an address. After much consideration, I have decided to make my way to the resort.

The resort was located amid mountains, far from the hustle and bustle of the city, and is like it was in another world on its own.

As I drove there, I looked out the window to enjoy the scenic view, but it was very hard for my heart to be calm.

Every time I was one step closer to finding a bit of the truth, it would make me excited and nervous like I was standing at the edge of a cliff—one step forward and it would be the point of no return.

When I arrived at the resort, I followed the butler's address and found the villa that Mr. Johnson was staying at.

It was an even more serene environment. This villa was surrounded by trees in the woods, and I could hear occasional birds chirping, signifying the presence of life here.

As I knocked on the door gently, an elegant middle-aged man dressed in traditional clothing answered the door.

Mr. Johnson was silent for a while like he was contemplating something.

"What did you think was the truth? Or, what kind of truth are you looking for?" His words lighted my path like a beam in the fog, illuminating my next step, yet making the fog all around more unclear.

I looked into his eyes, which seemed to hold endless unsolvable riddles, and each answer that would appear could turn my entire world as I know it upside down.

Would old, cunning foxes in the business field even reveal their secrets so easily?

"I don't like to beat around the bush. I prefer direct communication. I would like to know what else is included in my father's assets at that time."

It was probably at this moment only that I had admitted that he was my father, but I was not after his wealth.

At that time, Jack was trying to build his wealth like a maniac, so much so that he was willing to throw me out in exchange for more gains.