Redemption Marriage

Chapter 355: What is the best gift befitting a sister? Chapter 355: What is the best gift befitting a sister? ~Julian's new home~ In an upscale community a few metres away from Davis and Jessica's villa.

Several cars drove up the winding hills of the community, its path flanked by tall trees, creating a breathtaking boulevard on both sides of the road.

Arriving before the large white wrought-iron gate, they stopped as the gate slowly slid open with a soft hum. With clear precision, the cars entered through, joining the driveway, and the gates slowly shut behind. The car, without stopping, raced through the driveway, arriving before an artificial crafted fountain of water flowing from the dragon's mouth.

A white-painted magnificent villa stood behind the fountain on the gentle hill.

On one side of the house stretched a colorful flower bed, blooming with roses, lilies, and daisies. Their fragrance was refreshing.

On the other side, an orchard of fruit trees swayed gently in the breeze, their branches heavy with ripening fruit and sbudding.

A neat stone path curved through the wide green lawn, leading to the front door.

The villa itself was bright and welcoming, with large windows and a grey-tiled roof, perfectly blending comfort with quiet countryside charm.

Julian emerged, immaculate in a tailored suit, his features cold, eyes sharp, and commanding.

He glanced at the house with subtle satisfaction before striding forward.

'With clear determination, he stepped forward and Maxwell hurriedly followed behind.

"What is the situation at the group?" he asked as he took the steps to arrive at the door, which slid open as he approached, and he stepped into the house with Maxwell following suit.

Inside the villa, the interior was carefully crafted, furnished, and decorated with state-of-the-art furniture and fittings.

The living room was bright and spacious, with the large windows letting in plenty of natural light.

The walls were painted with soft cream-colored tones, giving the room a calm and elegant feeling.

The plush sofas, a glass coffee table, and a few framed paintings on the wall were neatly arranged meticulously. Light curtains flowed gently with the breeze, and indoor plants stood in corners, adding a touch of green. The floor was tiled with marble that reflected the light. A chandelier hung from the ceiling and at nighttcast a soft golden glow, giving the room a dazzling view.

Every piece of furniture was simple but stylish, making the space feel both welcoming and refined.

Stepping in behind him, he began his report, and Julian halted in his steps to listen to him.

"The project had already commenced as you instructed, and the project manager had already liaised with the company on the basis of operations." Julian nodded and spun on his heels as he headed upstairs.

The steps, constructed like a spiral hill with a golden railing, added a touch of sophistication.

With a deep breath, he took the staircase up, arriving at the study. He pushed the door open and stepped in, then shut it behind him with a soft thud, Maxwell in tow.

"What is the situation with my sister?" Julian's voice was low and soft.

"Miss seems to have taken a trip out of the city, but the purpose isn't clear." "Any of our guards with her?" Julian asked as he stretched his hand to receive a file from him.

"Two, but discreetly," Maxwell answered, his heart thumping wildly within his chest.

For every special subordinate of Julian Anderson, the knowledge of the sister as the most important person to him was a known fact.

And since the last the discovered her existence in Country Y, though the relationship hasn't been acknowledged yet, he had always made plans for her safety at all times.

Despite the fact that Jessica could most of the tbe a hard knock to crack, as she always throws them off her trail.

On the days of such reports, Julian would feel a headache coming yet feel proud of her mysterious nature. Maxwell, at the moment of giving this reply, already dreads the sort of rebuke he would face if there was no one to watch over her for her safety.

Taking a step further into the room, he pulled out the chair behind his large mahogany table, threw down the file on it, and settled down.

His calm gaze swept across the various files on the table waiting to be attended to.

"If only she has been acknowledged, wouldn't she helpin running the company?" He gently pressed his throbbing temple, but just then, his phone dinged with an incoming notification.

Julian took a deep breath, and with a slide, his inbox cinto view. He opened the newest message; his lips curled into a bright smile.

Maxwell, noting the smile on his face, sighed in relief.

Quickly, his hand flew across the phone keyboard as he typed out a swift response to deliver before the sender would change her mind. With just a click, he sent out a simple word, "Alright." Staring at the read report on his phone and yet no other message countering the previous as a mistake, his face brightened, and a warm smile tugged his lips.

He read the messages over and over again. Seeing Jessica finally willing to schedule a meeting with him was both a relief and a prayer answered. He had made up his mind to pay her a visit one of these days since he needed her to acknowledge the bond that tied them together at birth.

From his investigation, she was also a meticulous person and always careful about several things.

He quickly fell into thoughts as he tried to imagine the possible reasons why she had called for the meeting, his finger slowly tapping the table in a rhythm. Had she been able to investigate the truth? Did she find out she was actually an Anderson? Or was she planning to secure an opportunity to get a sample for testing?

Will the result read positive or negative? Or will she maintain that my claim was wrong since I don't have any evidence to prove our identity and relationships? Well, I think I would have to contact the testing centre and book an appointment for a test.

He leaned back slightly, his finger tapping then paused, his brow furrowed.

As one having an epiphany, he perked up lightly.

"Yes, I think that should clater. The first thing should be to prepare the meeting gift." "A befitting meeting gift worthy of the Anderson princess." Quickly, he picked up his phone as he opened the search function. He had to check for a gift.

"Maxwell," he called softly, his gaze never leaving his phone.

Maxwell looked up from where he was seated on the couch working. "Sir." He was sure it wouldn't just be a simple task.

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