Chapter 311: Chapter 311

Chapter 311:

“What else could it be?” Bryan responded sharply, his patience thinning. “Have you chosen a burial plot? Ready to die?”

“Must you always throw insults at me?” Josue snapped back, clearly agitated. “Guess again!”

It seemed he was practically inviting Bryan to provoke him further.

Bryan’s response was sharp and unforgiving. “What is it then? Picked a day to die? Found a girlfriend? Decided to tie the knot?”

“None of those,” Josue replied, dismissing all the guesses in one quick breath.

Bryan let out a light scoff. “Then, you’ve become a father already? Congratulations.”

Josue couldn’t contain his excitement. “Yes! I’m about to be a godfather! The baby hasn’t been born yet. The mother is a single mom, and I’ll be the godfather as soon as the child arrives.”

Somehow, a wave of unease washed over Bryan. He didn’t say anything in response.

Josue’s enthusiasm bubbled over. “Honestly, I’m kind of thrilled to play the dad role. I’m not sure if it’s going to be a boy or a girl, but I’ve always wanted a daughter.”

As if the child were already part of his life, Josue chattered on.

He added, “And guess what? You know the mother! It’s—”

Josue stopped himself abruptly, realizing that Bryan was all too familiar with Eileen.

Discover fresh tales at g αℓ ησ ν𝒆 𝓁s, com A sudden worry struck him. What if Bryan, feeling jealous, reached out to Eileen and sabotaged his role as the child’s godfather?

“What?” Bryan asked, his brow furrowed in confusion.

Josue quickly fabricated a cover story. “Ah, you’ve met her before. She was a classmate during your study abroad.”

Bryan quickly changed the topic. “How’s the collaboration with the Ferguson Group going? Have they stabilized yet?”

The sudden shift caught Josue off guard.

After a brief pause, he responded, “For now, things are steady. With the current project, the Ferguson Group should experience no disruptions for at least six months.”

Bryan believed this to be a sign that Eileen would be returning soon.

“Anything else?” he asked, his impatience clear. “If there’s nothing else, I’m about to hang up.”

“Hey, wait!” Josue blurted out, a note of urgency in his voice. “I… I want to go back home. I can’t stand being in this forsaken place any longer.”

“Finish your duties there, and if you want to return, then return. I won’t stop you,” Bryan replied casually, his tone indifferent, as though arranging Josue’s affairs was the most natural thing in the world. “Once things with Apex Group settle down, it would indeed be good for you to assist me.”

Josue didn’t retort. Instead, he softened his approach.

“Understood,” he said, his tone more sincere. “When I return, I’ll be there to support you. And my mother will be there for you too.”

At the mention of Rylie, Bryan’s face took on a complex expression. He then ended the call without another word.

Josue’s claim of familial ties seemed like nothing more than a farce.

But to Eileen’s astonishment, Josue had approached her for her address.

By the following day, he was already at her doorstep with an array of gifts.

Some were chosen by him for the child, and others were selected by Rylie.

Both Eileen and Ruby felt noticeably uneasy about this.

Josue picked up on their uneasiness immediately.

“Don’t feel uneasy,” Josue reassured them. “My mother’s health is deteriorating, and her greatest desire is to have a grandchild. She’s become fixated on the idea, and her doctor believes she needs a distraction. I’ve tried to engage her with various activities, but none held her interest. When I offhandedly mentioned a connection to your child, she embraced the idea wholeheartedly.

You’re actually helping me out here.”

Eileen was uncertain whether his remarks were courteous or genuine.

As he continued to unveil one lavish gift after another, she deliberated for a while before finally voicing her concern.

“These gifts are quite extravagant. Shouldn’t we consider—”

Before she could finish, Josue raised his hand to stop her.

“Please, let’s not discuss money. It truly offends me. Don’t worry, if you upset me in the future, I’ll make sure you pay me back for the gifts. But if you try to reimburse me now, it will only make me unhappy.”

“In that case, you’re bound to be unhappy eventually, so we might as well settle this now,” Eileen countered.

Josue’s expression darkened immediately.

“Why must you provoke me? Don’t mimic that insolent fool who dares to challenge me,” he snapped, his eyes narrowing.

Seeing his displeasure, Eileen chose not to pursue the matter further.

The total value of the items he had brought was in the six figures — a trivial sum for someone of his means.

Eileen believed that taking his gifts too seriously could offend Josue, potentially jeopardizing their future collaboration.

Thus, she decided to acknowledge his gesture mentally, resolving to reciprocate during their future dealings.

In Onaland Kian had organized a meeting for Zola with a business partner — a man in his fifties with a son who had special needs.

The man’s first wife had passed away at a young age, and his subsequent marriages had also ended with his wives’ early deaths.

There were whispers that his misdeeds had brought misfortune upon his family, causing his son’s condition and his wives’ untimely deaths.

Consequently, people avoided marrying him, fearing that they too might be cursed.

Despite his personal controversies, he was acknowledged as highly skilled in his profession.

Zola had heard numerous people speak of the man, Leland Walsh, describing him not as the decrepit figure one might imagine but as surprisingly charismatic.

However, upon meeting him, Zola quickly discovered that reality sharply contrasted with the rumors.

Leland was bald, sported a beer belly, and had yellowed teeth — hardly the dashing figure Zola had been led to expect.

Moreover, the lecherous look he gave her as soon as he saw her made her feel deeply uneasy.

“Mr. Walsh,” Zola greeted him politely, extending her hand.

But instead of the customary handshake, she suddenly felt a sharp squeeze on her buttocks.

Shocked, Zola realized Leland had chosen to grope her instead of shaking her hand.

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