My Supermodel Wife

Chris was speechless.

He sucked in his cigarette helplessly, and when he exhaled the white mist, he sighed. "You want me to go now?"

Merry nodded while holding her phone, then said softly. "Brother, I won't disturb my mom. If she really doesn't want to see me, I'll just see her from a distance. She was very sad when she left the house, maybe she still cried every day. I really want to see her..."

Hearing Merry's complaining and choking voice on the phone, Chris couldn't say anything to refuse.

He clearly underestimated Merry's feelings for Erika.

Before long, Chris asked Merry to hand over the phone to Clifford. After a rustling sound, Clifford's calm voice could be heard.

"Young master Chris."

"Protect her with all your life, don't let anyone hurt her."

Hearing this, Clifford glanced at Merry who was holding the blanket in displeasure. He pursed his lips, turned to the window, and apologized in a harsh tone. "Sorry, young master, I just wanted to help her!"

Chris shut his eyes and frowned. "She is young and immature, many things she does are based on her temperament. We still don't understand the situation in South Jakarta, even Jean still doesn't know how strong the Laibahas family is. Now that you guys have headed there, don't act rashly and protect the two of them. I'm leaving now, wait for me before moving."

Clifford sighed quietly, he then promised. "Yes. Don't worry, I will protect these two ladies."

After hanging up the phone, Chris looked at the unfinished cigarette in his hand. He licked his lips and immediately put out the cigarette butt in the ashtray.

He didn't hesitate for too long, took his jacket, and left straight away.

No matter what, he couldn't let the little girl down. How could he let her wander around Jakarta alone?!

By this time, the night was getting dark.

Chris threw his jacket into the car, planning to rush straight to the airport.

It would take about an hour and a half by plane from Surabaya to Jakarta.

In terms of time, it wouldn't be too long.

However, at this time, a black car suddenly drove from the intersection.

Chris started the engine and didn't care.

But the other party's car suddenly honked and stopped nearby in the blink of an eye.

Chris was familiar with the person getting out of the car, he was a bodyguard at his father's side.

"Young master!" The bodyguard walked to his car and knocked on the window. "Sir, let me take you to the airport!"

Chris narrowed his eyes in surprise. "What?"

The guard smirked pleasantly. "Master has prepared a plane and will send you directly to Jakarta!"

Why is the old man suddenly so kind?!

Seeing Chris' suspicion, the bodyguard explained, "Young master, there is no need to worry. The ten passengers in the business class high-speed train that Miss Merry boarded were sent from the main house. Big Master asked me to tell you that when you arrive at the airport, there will be someone waiting for you."

Perhaps what the bodyguard said was beyond Chris' knowledge.

He grabbed his jacket and got out of the car, and asked suspiciously, "Who arranged all this?"

This is weird!

After all, he and all of his brothers never set foot in the South Jakarta area, which is why their response took so long.

If they moved recklessly in one's territory, they were worried that it would cause unnecessary trouble!

At this time, the bodyguard blinked and looked at Chris strangely, then explained patiently. "Of course it was arranged by the big master. Young master need not worry, you just need to mention your father's name and everyone will know."

Damn asshole!

Was his father that awesome?

Chris stared at the bodyguard in awe, then got into the black car.

No wonder the group around his father was always arrogant and domineering, it seemed...following his father once in a while was not wrong.

The estrangement between him and Paul over the past ten years also leads to his ignorance of his father's past.

...

While Chris was boarding a private jet arranged by his father, he received a text message on his cell phone.

The content is very simple but it is full of commanding tone. "Bring the little girl back to me safely!"

The sender was… Paul!

Chris sat by the window and glanced at the group of bodyguards beside him. "What did you guys do when he was still at the temple before?"

Hearing that voice, the bodyguard answered honestly. "We helped him to water the flowers and plants, and grow vegetables. Usually we also did Tai Chi in our spare time."

Chris. "…"

He pursed the corners of his mouth, smiling a little. "I didn't expect you to be that loyal, were you going to become a monk too?"

The guard shook his head. Then he said frankly, "We didn't become monks. It's just that we have studied Buddhism and lived in temples for many years. We have also cultivated to raise our morality."

"If you're curious, you can follow us to the temple if you have the opportunity. Even though the Master is far away from the mundane world, when he was in the temple, he had actually noticed. Including the people in your company… he has sent his confidants to work under you, no doubt that he takes great care of you."

Hearing this, Chris stopped talking.

He turned his head and looked out the window with a complex expression, his heart unable to calm down as the plane began to glide.

The regret that his mother committed suicide at that time became a thorn that he and Paul could not pull out from each of their heart.

In all these years, he had never visited him in the temple and never even cared about Paul's health.

Chris thought this hatred would continue until the end of his life, but now it seemed that all these changes were probably caused by that little girl.

...

One hour later, Merry, Anna and Clifford arrived in South Jakarta.

By now, it was already close to ten o'clock in the evening.

As they walked out of the train station, they could feel a jet of night air blowing against their faces.

The lights were blinding, and the streets near the station were still bustling.

Anna took Merry's arm, blinked, and looked around. "Where are we going?"

Merry also looked around, and finally her gaze fell on Clifford's body. "Wood, where are we going?"

These two little girls had no experience of living outside, and when they first arrived in a new town, it was inevitable that they would be confused.

Clifford was relatively calm and at the same time remembered Chris' warning. He took out his cell phone to check the time, and squinted. "Let's find a hotel to stay in."

After saying that, Merry and Anna both nodded in agreement. "Yes. Let's go to the hotel first!"

Just as they had decided, a group of people passed by. The man in black suddenly stood beside Clifford and handed him a business card.

Clifford raised his eyes warily, looked into the face of another familiar person, and raised his long eyebrows in surprise.

This guy… he's seen him before!

He was the bodyguard of the Hartanto family who forcibly took Merry away at that time.

"Clifford, everything is arranged. Why don't you go with us in the car?"

Paul's bodyguard seemed to have such a relaxed tone.