Chapter 37: Second-Generation Heir – Richard

"Alright, I'm off! I'll have someone clean up Valmont for you and Brian right away, so you don't need to worry about that anymore.

And regarding the internal affairs of the D'Antonio family, don't interfere recklessly, but it shouldn't affect your personal relationships with John and Gianna.

If Santino D'Antonio decides to act foolishly, there are plenty of others to teach him a lesson."

A flash of cold light sparkled in Sean's eyes, revealing a hint of dominance for the first time in front of Richard.

Then, he downed his drink and stood up to say goodbye.

"You've had a long day too, get some rest!"

Sean was quite satisfied with this first meeting with his son. Although the boy wasn't entirely honest, hiding many things, for someone who spent the first half of his life as a spy, constantly lying and deceiving, and the second half as a boss, constantly discerning lies from others, Sean felt quite relieved about his son's performance and savvy.

Richard, anxious his father might ask some overwhelming questions, was relieved to see him leave. However, as a son, it wouldn't look good to seem too eager for his father's departure.

Moreover, considering the magnificent meeting gift from his father, and thinking about the support from the Barry Street informant for future cases with Beckett, Richard couldn't help but burst with joy internally.

Under such circumstances, shouldn't he at least show some deep father-son affection?

How sharp was Sean's insight? He could see his son's conflicted yet welcoming demeanor and silently praised him in his heart, proud to acknowledge their relation.

With this thought, Sean no longer harbored any grudges about his son lying to him earlier.

"Alright, my status doesn't allow me to stay here long. Here's my contact information. You said your hacking skills were good, so you can contact me directly if you need anything!

Whether or not to tell your mother about our meeting is up to you! Goodbye, son!"

Taking the golden card Sean handed him, Richard watched his father, a true golden sponsor, elegantly open the door and enter the elevator.

"My God, coming to France has been truly magical!" Richard exclaimed as he closed the door and sat on the sofa, reflecting on his encounter with his real father.

In the original story, Richard knew his father was a spy, but their meeting only happened when he went to Paris to save his daughter Alexis, who had been kidnapped.

But this time, he was here to complete a side quest issued by the system—to rescue Kem and Amanda.

Could it be that meeting Sean was the real reason behind the system's side quest?

The thought was chilling! He had to summon the system right away to ask.

"Host, don't overthink it. The side quest issued by the system is only related to 'Taken.' Your encounter with your father was indeed an accidental event..."

Richard appreciated that his system always responded to his queries. Though he couldn't be sure of the truth, it at least solved his immediate doubts.

Since the system denied that the meeting with Sean was arranged, there was only one explanation left—that the version of Sean in the original drama was weakened, while in this timeline, he was a more enhanced version.

"My God, I'm a super second-generation heir, how am I supposed to explain this?"

After sorting out the context, Richard couldn't help but grin like a fool!

From Sean's casual remarks, Richard, who was very familiar with the plot of the "John Wick" trilogy, had already uncovered his father's hidden secrets.

Sean might have a very close relationship with the mysterious Middle-Eastern Elder from the trilogy. Otherwise, how could one of the only two original Lion's Head gold coins be with the Elder?

Even more shockingly, the Lion's Head coin was designed by Sean, which meant—could the "High Table" itself be an organization of his father and the Elder?

"I've struck it big... Hahaha... This is huge! The High Table, the underground king of the world!"

The more Richard thought about it, the more excited he became, laughing uncontrollably.

"Wait, I don't want to be the king of the world. My ideal scenario and the main quest of the system involve being with Beckett. Damn, I got excited over nothing!"

After a brief moment of joy, Richard realized that having a powerful father didn't really change much for his own future—it wasn't much help.

"Sigh... People transmigrate and achieve great things, build harems... and here I am, even a slight flirtation gets me threatened by the system.

But then again, a tumultuous life isn't what I want either.

Being laid-back isn't so bad...

I'll never embrace the life of a second-generation heir; I'll just stick to Beckett's side to maintain a decent life..."

With nearly forty years

 of living in the safest country in the world, Richard's greatest desire in the tumultuous America was to solve cases with Beckett while flirting.

As these thoughts flickered through his mind, Richard lay comfortably on the sofa, reaffirming his resolution—no harem, no power struggles, he was determined to live out his laid-back life!

Meanwhile, in Long Island, New York, at the D'Antonio family estate in the USA.

Gianna had just hung up the phone after receiving a report from France and turned to John Wick, who was always serious even in her presence, and asked with a curious tone, "John, is Rick really that skilled?"

John, sitting upright on the sofa, looked at Gianna oddly, "Who told you Rick is skilled?"

Then John Wick, harboring resentment toward Richard, who always sent him strange kidney-tonic gifts, scoffed, "You've never seen Rick in action, but there's a phrase to describe him: 'greasy middle-aged fatso.' Although I did train him in shooting, he's far from 'skilled.'"

Gianna, flirtatiously rolling her eyes at her adversary, replied, "But I just received information that in the recent slaughter in Paris, sixty percent of the casualties were personally killed by Rick.

What's even stranger is, aside from three people who seem to have been interrogated before being executed with a headshot by him, the rest were killed using the Mozambique Drill, just like your technique!

My people said that after seeing the scene, anyone would think you were the one who did it!"

"What? How is that possible? I taught Rick the Mozambique Drill, but that guy didn't show any extraordinary talent. Could your men have made a mistake?"

John was shocked, unable to maintain his composure.

"Rick used the Lion's Head coin we gave him to hire a mercenary squad at the Continental Hotel in Paris, and this has been personally confirmed by my people.

According to what my people learned from the squad's leader, their mysterious employer's combat skills were second to none in their team!"

"Oh?" John's curiosity was irrepressibly piqued by Gianna's information.

"That guy should be returning in the next few days; he promised to join us for a meal. We'll ask him then!"

John decided with finality.

Gianna loved seeing John like this, watching his silhouette against the sunlight streaming through the window, her gaze gradually becoming infatuated...

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