208: Chapter 208: Maurice Singleton’s Home 208: Chapter 208: Maurice Singleton’s Home “Sir…

how…

how can you let me go?” After a night’s drive, as the sky was just beginning to brighten the next day, Maurice Singleton, who was driving, suddenly spoke with apprehension, also glancing at Yusuf Zuck from the rearview mirror.

Hearing Maurice’s words, Yusuf Zuck was momentarily startled but then chuckled and said, “What do you mean by that?”

“Sir…

I think…

I think there’s no reason for me to be alive because you killed our people, you exposed all your secrets to me, so to prevent leaks, you’re going to kill me, right?” Maurice was streetwise, and if a man of over fifty couldn’t figure this out, it would mean he’d lived his years in vain.

Yusuf Zuck fell silent for a moment and then slowly said, “Dead men tell no tales, do they?”

The color drained from Maurice’s face as he said, “I swear by God’s name, I will never reveal any of your secrets, sir!”

“Who is God?” Yusuf Zuck asked earnestly.

Maurice took a deep breath, “Then how can you let me go?”

Yusuf Zuck did not plan to let Maurice go; he kept him to serve as his guide, as his chauffeur, because he needed to return to Las Vegas.

“I can’t think of any reason to let you go,” Yusuf Zuck said, shaking his head and speaking the stark truth.

“Then let me make a suggestion, and you can see if it works, sir,” Maurice pointed ahead and said, “The city ahead is called Rodeo City, it’s my hometown, my wife and daughters live there, and my younger daughter is just about to go to Beijing in China.

She’s going to spend four years at university there.

She adores Chinese culture and her biggest dream is to travel all across China.

Can I entrust her to you for protection?”

“Heh, so for your own sake, you’d sell out your own daughter?” Yusuf Zuck laughed, deciding that if Maurice could betray his daughter, then he was certainly not worth sparing.

“No, no, no, sir, you misunderstand me.

I truly love both of my daughters, especially my younger daughter, Macklin.

I treasure her like the apple of my eye.

After all, my daughter is going to China, and I really don’t want to die.

I still need to make money, to help her pay hefty tuition fees, and earn even more to take care of my elder daughter’s illness.

So if I die, they would…

they would…” As he spoke, Maurice began to cry, seemingly showing genuine emotion.

Yusuf Zuck did not pick up on his words, instead pondering the condition he proposed.

If what Maurice said was true, and it truly was his younger daughter, then it wouldn’t hurt to spare him just this once.

As long as his daughter was within his sight, Maurice probably wouldn’t betray him.

Of course, further observation was necessary.

If Maurice turned out to be a father with a heart of a serpent, then even if his daughter were in Yusuf’s hands, he might still betray him.

“Of course, I trust that the great sir would not trouble my daughter, for she is still a child,” Maurice said, wiping away his tears.

“Let’s have a meal at your place, I’m hungry,” Yusuf Zuck said indifferently.

“Certainly, sir, Maurice will serve you for the rest of my life,” Maurice said, a hint of joy in his tone.

“Heh,” Yusuf Zuck laughed and did not continue the conversation.

He was going to Maurice’s house to see if what he said was true.

Moreover, so far, Maurice had not contacted anyone, so him going home now was tantamount to an unexpected visit, with no one else in the know.

The car quickly entered Rodeo City and eventually pulled up in front of a detached house.

This was Maurice’s home, resembling a villa but very dilapidated.

The building seemed to be from the 1960s, with electric wires strewn about everywhere.

However, the yard’s greenery was a saving grace.

“Sir, can you not take that gun inside?” Maurice asked awkwardly, “I told them I have a legitimate job in Mexico City.”

“I’ve hidden it already,” Yusuf Zuck concealed the gun under the car’s floor mat, then took off his jacket because it was stained with blood.

He still carried his burden on his back, which was Lena Brown; he didn’t want to leave her behind.

The doorbell rang, and after a moment, an old lady with a face full of wrinkles opened the door.

The instant the old lady saw Maurice Singleton, she cried out in surprise and gave him a quick hug.

“Sir, this is my mother,” Maurice said before turning to the old lady and saying something, pointing towards Yusuf Zuck.

“Hello, Chinese young man…” To Yusuf’s surprise, the old lady could actually speak a bit of Chinese.

“Since I lived in China before and Macklin is fond of Chinese culture, our whole family knows some simple Chinese; especially Macklin, who probably can now speak fluently with you.

Sir, please come in,” Maurice said as he walked inside, while the old lady shouted something into the interior.

Then a girl of about seventeen or eighteen, pushing a thin girl in a wheelchair, came out.

The younger girl, cheerfully hugging Maurice, exploded in excitement, and the girl in the wheelchair also opened her arms.

A plump woman wearing an apron also came out.

She seemed to be cooking something delicious, as her hands were covered in flour.

After sharing laughter and hugs with the girl in the wheelchair and the plump woman, Maurice Singleton pointed at Yusuf and said something.

“Wow, a Chinese person!” Macklin exclaimed excitedly and ran up to Yusuf to introduce herself, “Hello, my name is Macklin, welcome to our guest from afar.

This is my sister Methelin Singleton, that’s my mother Allen, and my grandmother Yara.

Sir, how’s my Chinese?”

Yusuf’s lips curved upward slightly as he nodded promptly, “Your Chinese is very fluent.

I heard from your father that you want to study abroad in China?”

“Yes, yes, the acceptance letter has already been mailed over.” Despite the stiffness in her Chinese, Macklin managed to express herself fluently, seemingly even better than her father.

“My name is Yusuf Zuck; welcome to study in China,” Yusuf said as he shook hands with Macklin.

“Mr.

Zuck, hello.” At that moment, the plump woman and the girl in the wheelchair also used their halting Chinese to greet Yusuf!

“Hello, I’m sorry to trouble you.”

“Mr.

Zuck, please come in,” Maurice beckoned Yusuf into the living room and then excused himself to cook with his wife, leaving Yusuf completely with his two daughters.

As for the old lady, she was sunbathing in the garden.

Macklin was very talkative.

Ever since Yusuf walked in, she kept asking him this and that, about how long the Great Wall actually is and whether she could walk from the east to the west.

She also asked why the Qiantang River has a tide every year like a tsunami, without any earthquake occurring.

She inquired what standards Chinese men have for choosing a spouse and many other assorted questions, confusing Yusuf quite a bit.

Methelin in the wheelchair could speak a few words of Chinese too, but she was clearly seriously ill.

By estimation, she couldn’t weigh more than eighty pounds, skeletal, and also, her eyes were hollow, seemingly lifeless, with very sparse hair as well.

Yusuf probed Methelin with telekinesis and found that her blood was diseased, different from that of a normal person.

Moreover, from the beginning to the end, she hadn’t lifted her hands even once.

Except for speaking, it seemed her entire body was immobile.

“My sister has myasthenia gravis, and it’s been five years already.

The university I applied to is the miraculous Traditional Chinese Medicine University.

I’ve heard that traditional Chinese medicine can cure my sister’s illness.” Macklin, with tears in her eyes, knelt beside the wheelchair, helping her sister sort her hair while watching Yusuf look at her sister.

Yusuf nodded; he didn’t know how to cure this disease.