Chapter 335

Chapter 335 Comforting Neera at Night After they left the wine cellar, they sat in a gazebo in the yard.

Upon seeing this, Richard told the kitchen to bring some appetizers.

Neera thanked him with a smile, then poured herself a small glass of wine. Raising it and giving it a gentle shake, she took a sip.

“How delightful!” she exclaimed, her eyes brightening.

Jean, however, remained composed. His fingers tapped lightly on the table as he posed a question, “Are you thinking about the Garcia family?”

Neera experienced a moment of surprise, turning her gaze sideways to meet his profound, pool–like eyes.

With a shrug, she answered honestly, “I don’t think about it all the time, but it’s hard to completely detach myself from them.”

Jean offered a thoughtful insight, “You can feel better if you get it off your chest.”

Her gaze held a hint of curiosity as she absorbed his words.

After a brief pause, she tilted her head and smiled. “People often say that you’re distant and cold, and, to be honest, you do seem that way. I didn’t expect you to say such comforting words to me. It’s a bit unexpected…”

Jean arched an eyebrow, withholding any comment.

Chuckling softly, Neera cast her gaze on the night sky and spoke in a soft voice, “Honestly, I wasn’t thinking about anything else. My thoughts were centered on the limits of shamelessness. I wondered, where exactly are those limits? I believe I’ve encountered the ultimate level of human shamelessness in the members of the Garcia family. This led me to ponder, how much worse can it possibly get?”

Jean’s smile was gentle, and his mellifluous voice spread gradually through the tranquil night.

“What you saw is but child’s play! Ancient rulers, driven by the desire to rule over countless lives, orchestrated massacres. They trod upon mountains of bones and rivers of blood to ascend to the throne. The so–called ‘limit‘ is merely a matter of perspective,” Jean mused, his voice trailing off.

“The distance and scale don’t change the essence. Prolonged exposure to the world can lead many to forsake principles for profit, doing any means to achieve their goals. What kinds of unsavory deeds haven’t been committed?”

Jean continued, “The Garcia family’s behavior is undoubtedly disgusting, but in my opinion, it’s rather mediocre. You could even argue it’s a more straightforward approach. At least until now, they’ve relied on overt methods, appealing to so–called familial ties to emotionally bind you, aiming to convince you to hand over your assets to them. They haven’t done any dirty tricks yet. It’s just that their speech and demeanor might be repugnant, but that’s as far as it goes.”

Listening to his analysis, Neera thought for a moment and found what he said made sense.

Over the years, she had crossed paths with numerous people.

The Garcia family seemed like child’s play in comparison. Perhaps it was due to her father and grandparents being involved, causing her to feel cornered. However, Jean’s insights brought a new light to the situation, brightening her mood.

Listening to his analysis, Neera thought for a moment and found what he said made sense.

Over the years, she had crossed paths with numerous people.

The Garcia family seemed like child’s play in comparison. Perhaps it was due to her father and grandparents being involved, causing her to feel cornered. However, Jean’s insights brought a new light to the situation, brightening her mood.

She smiled, her radiant eyes gaining an added allure.

“You’re right. I’ve been caring about it too much. Now it seems like it’s not worth my attention.”

Jean raised an eyebrow and reminded, “However, just pray that they don’t get worse.”

Neera pouted playfully, “Who knows? But I have a feeling it’s inevitable. If Aunt Adriana and I continue to compromise with them, they’ll undoubtedly resort to dirty tricks against us.”

Without much concern, she added, “However, no matter what schemes they might plan, I can handle them.”

Observing her, Jean came to realize that this seemingly delicate woman possessed an incredible inner strength.

Perhaps, the only weakness she had were her triplets at home!

As their conversation flowed, Neera drank half a bottle of champagne without noticing.

The champagne seemed deceptively mild, masking its actual potency.

Having started vigorously, she had not felt anything weird. Yet, after downing half the bottle, her head began to feel a little hazy.

“No, I can’t drink anymore. I need to head back and rest. Any more drinks and I might end up drunk,”

she murmured, placing her wine glass aside and waving her hand.

Jean nodded and asked her once again, “Are you feeling better?”