I'm Sorry My Love Novel

Chapter 531

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

Jonathan was coming out.

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

"Is Aidan busy?"

"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 glass of water. Dusk had settled in, and the

streetlamps 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 while later, 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 silence later, 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 plan."

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 slammed 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 clapped. "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 was coming downstairs, before he smiled. "Someone very useful to you."

The old man snickered. "Name your price."

John gesticulated.

The old man laughed mirthlessly. "You think your information is worth that much, lad? 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 place, 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?