Prosperous Marriage: Married to My Brother-in-law-Chapter 504: Induction (2)_1

"Hmm."

Alwin Ruiz's wife caught Floyd Thomas trying to suppress a laugh out of the corner of her eye and immediately said irritably, "Floyd, aren't you going to unload the car?"

Rachel Bailey, seeing that her mother-in-law seemed to have acknowledged her as a daughter-in-law, went to the front door of the villa, took out the keys, and opened the main gate.

Floyd Thomas drove the car into the villa grounds, then began to unload it.

The mother-in-law and daughter-in-law headed inside the house.

As for whether a major battle would erupt, the answer was a resounding yes.

Hansen Ruiz, unaware that his mother had paid another visit, was exercising with Glades Horne at a fitness club.

Both men were running on treadmills.

"Glades, you didn't invite me out today just to keep me running on this treadmill, did you?" Hansen Ruiz asked with a mild smile as he ran.

Glades Horne didn't even glance at him, simply asking coldly, "Have you found out the identity of the man surnamed 'Black'?"

So much time had passed. Adele Horne was nearly three months pregnant, yet they still hadn't identified the man surnamed 'Black.' It was the first time Glades Horne had ever felt so challenged.

It wasn't just him—Hansen Ruiz also felt he was facing the biggest challenge of his life. To search for someone for so long and still not have a definite answer was unprecedented for him.

"There are too many people with the surname 'Black.'"

Hansen Ruiz furrowed his brows.

Glades Horne gave him a sharp side glance and pursed his lips, saying nothing.

Hansen Ruiz then protested, "Glades, don't look at me like that. I've always been good at my job, and you know my abilities. But there really are too many people with the surname 'Black.' I need to sift through them layer by layer and confirm each one, which will take a lot of time. Why don't you handle it? You're better at this than I am."

"If I have to handle everything, what's the use of having you?"

Glades Horne's unexpected retort almost made Hansen Ruiz jump.

Honestly, his boss was just too unreasonable. Did he have to handle everything? The boss, aside from spending a bit more time in the company around New Year's, spent most of his time doting on his beloved wife, didn't he? And most matters were handled by him, the omnipotent Assistant.

"Flame Gate, you've heard of it, right? The position of Master of Flame Gate has always been held by a member of a prominent family with the surname 'Black.'" Hansen Ruiz, not wanting to argue with his unprincipled boss about merits and faults, directly threw out the information he had found.

Glades Horne didn't speak, but his brows were furrowed even more intensely than Hansen's had been earlier.

Of course, Glades had heard of Flame Gate, but only in passing. Flame Gate was said to be mysterious and powerful, with no one even knowing where its headquarters were. Moreover, the Master and Young Master reportedly had numerous body doubles, their whereabouts always uncertain. The man who had defiled his sister couldn't possibly be from the mysterious Flame Gate, could he?

"I've checked. The current Master of Flame Gate is in his sixties and has many women, but he's still always looking to add to his harem. I don't think he's the man," Hansen Ruiz elaborated, seeing through Glades Horne's concerns. A man with that many women doesn't take them seriously and would definitely not have left behind a necklace representing his identity after defiling Adele.

"The Young Master is said to be quite young. But during the time of your sister's incident, no trace of Flame Gate was found in the area, so it's unlikely the Young Master would have appeared here. Other than Flame Gate, I really can't find anyone else with such a strong security system," he continued.

Even Hansen Ruiz's information network couldn't penetrate their defenses; the opponent's shields were simply too strong.

"Find a way to locate Flame Gate's Young Master and arrange a meeting," Glades Horne ordered sternly. No matter how powerful the other party was, if they were responsible for ruining his sister's purity, he would drag them out and seek justice for her.

"Give me three years; I might be able to dig something up." 𝒇𝒓𝙚𝒆𝔀𝓮𝓫𝒏𝓸𝙫𝓮𝓵.𝓬𝙤𝙢

Hansen Ruiz laughed self-mockingly.

"No matter how many years, just let me know when you find out." Whether it was the Flame Gate Young Master who had defiled his sister or not, he resolved to meet and probe him. He wouldn't give up on even the slightest sliver of hope.

"All right, I'll take on this daunting task so you won't claim I'm useless. How much longer do we have to run? We've been out for a while. Don't you miss your Julia?" Hansen Ruiz teased with a smile.

"Don't use my Julia as an excuse. If you're missing your little woman, just say so. I understand; you're newlyweds, practically joined at the hip..." Glades Horne's tone shifted, joking along.

"Oh, please. I learned it from you."

Glades Horne chuckled but said nothing more.

「Pursuit!」

Gunshots! The sound of gunfire echoed relentlessly.

He drove the car frantically, an assassin doggedly chasing behind him, bullets constantly whizzing past his windows.

Suddenly, a woman appeared before him.

She had a pretty face, a tall and slender figure, and long hair. She looked familiar—no, it was a face he could never forget.

It was her! The young woman with whom he'd shared that one passionate encounter! What was she doing here?

Ah—

Suddenly, the assassin chasing him swerved madly, overtook his car, and slammed violently into her. She was sent flying.

No—

He screamed in horror.

He slammed on the brakes. Disregarding the bullets whizzing past, he lunged towards her like a madman.

Her face was pale as she lay on the ground. Blood streamed from her lower body, and tears welled in her eyes.

His hands trembled as he helped her up. Strangely, apart from the bleeding from her lower body, she seemed otherwise unharmed.

Clutching her abdomen, she struggled to say, "The child... your child..."

Child? She was pregnant! She really was carrying his child! But she was...

"Young Master? Young Master?"

In the opulent living room of the villa, Deon Myers called out worriedly to Noah Reyes. Noah was leaning back on the sofa, apparently resting with his eyes closed, but a sudden spasm of pain contorted his handsome features, and confusion flickered in his eyes.

Noah Reyes's eyes snapped open, deep and icy, glaring at Deon Myers as if he were his mortal enemy.

Deon Myers felt his scalp tingle under the glare, but he dared not let his expression falter, maintaining a concerned look.

After a moment, Noah Reyes withdrew his chilling gaze and sat up straight, his expression impassive, the dream still reverberating in his mind.

She mentioned a child? Was she really pregnant? He'd taken her virginity; she must have still been an unmarried young woman. If she were pregnant now, it would be almost three months along. But that would mean she was pregnant out of wedlock. Many young unmarried women, if they couldn't marry, would choose to terminate the pregnancy. Would she do the same? Yet, the dream had shown him an external force intent on destroying the child in her womb. The assassin in the dream represented that external force. Apart from himself, no one knew what she looked like. He had never allowed anyone to investigate her, so logically, those who wanted him dead wouldn't know of her existence. So, what was this dream trying to tell him? Was it her family forcing her to abort the child? And could he, the father, sense it from thousands of miles away, across vast oceans? Whatever the dream's deeper meaning, he couldn't allow anyone to make inquiries about her now!

At that moment, Noah Reyes's heart clenched—a sensation he hadn't experienced in his thirty-three years of life.

He had left her the necklace, a symbol of his status in the family, partly with the idea of finding her again through it, and partly because he felt he had already decided on her. If she could bear him a child, he would undoubtedly marry her. Even if she couldn't, he wouldn't blame her; he would still marry her.

"Young Master, did you... have a nightmare?" Deon Myers asked cautiously.

Noah Reyes ignored him. He stood up, walked over to the nearby minibar, poured himself a glass of red wine, and then sat at the bar, sipping it slowly.

When Deon Myers saw he didn't respond, he knew he shouldn't press further and quickly apologized, "Young Master, I'm sorry."

Noah Reyes still paid him no heed, continuing to drink his wine, his expression becoming inscrutable.

After a long pause, he said coolly, "Deon, get me some books on figure sketching. I'm bored and want to learn to draw." Only he knew what the young woman looked like. When he returned to Syrena to find her, descriptions alone wouldn't be enough for his men to locate her. It would be far better if he could sketch her appearance. Of course, he wouldn't mention this now, lest Deon's loose tongue bring disaster upon her.

"All right, I will prepare immediately."

Although Deon Myers was surprised, he didn't dare to ask any questions and quickly agreed.