Crises in Love (Zora and Jaylan)

Chapter 167

I walked through the gate of the Wood Manor with my mom. I had been here before, but I was quite

young then, so my memories were faint.

"Their grandson?" I asked, puzzled. "What happened? If I remember correctly, the grandson of the

Wood family is not much younger than me!"

"You're right," my mom replied. "The Wood family's grandson is only four years younger than you.

Jacob Wood, the son of the current generation, has trifled away the family fortune in his hands. And his

son is even more hopeless."

"His son’s name is Mason Wood, right?" I turned to my mom. I had some memories of him.

"I remember him. He was a troublemaker from the start. I didn't like him at all. He used to strut around

the street, causing trouble everywhere. He even tried to flirt with me once. Dad saw it and scolded him.

After that, I went to college and didn't see him anymore."

"Yes, he's a real piece of work. Even his grandfather couldn't do anything with him, not to mention his

father! The decision to buy their house was partly because of Mason's trouble, but mostly, it was Old

Mr. Wood's doing. Jacob was against selling their house to us and even tried to stop others from doing

so."

My mom shook her head and laughed. "Initially, your dad wanted to buy the Wood Manor to complete

his blueprint for this side of the street. If he couldn't get it, his plan wouldn't work."

"My dad sure has big ambitions."

My mom laughed. "Yeah, he does. In your dad's mind, he has a grand plan for Oldtown Avenue! The

Wood Manor is a key part of his plan. Jacob knew your dad was serious about buying the manor, so he

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Your dad, however, is not someone who likes being pushed around. He got angry and stated that he

would not buy from the Wood family. The situation was at a stalemate for a while until Mason got into

trouble and the Wood family needed money. In the end, the Old Mr. Wood approached your dad to

make amends, and that was how we got the house."

"What happened to Mason?" I asked, curious.

"He got involved in some illegal activities," my mom whispered, "Black market organ trading!"

I was shocked and full of disbelief. "Him? Really?"

My mom nodded. "Apparently, he has connections in the Northern Myanmar gang. There are a lot of

hidden talents on this street!"

I froze when I heard the words Northern Myanmar. It immediately reminded me of Jerome. That meant

Mason was related to Jerome, and they might even be in contact.

Little did I know this fleeting thought would lay the groundwork for future events. But that was a story

for another day.

My mom sighed and pulled me along. "Let's go in! The Wood Manor is one of the most impressive

houses on this street. After your dad took it over, he had it renovated. The old stained glass partitions

are still there as they have quite a unique style."

We toured around the Wood Manor before heading to the back yard. My dad was sitting in a rocking

chair in the courtyard, reading an old book.

"I need to get back in case Carl wakes up." my mom said, "Don't worry. I can take care of Carl. You two

have a good chat!" After saying that, my mom left.

I walked up to my dad's rocking chair and leaned over to see the book he was reading. It was an old

volume. "What book is this?"

"The County Chronicle of Silverdale City. It's about this street!" My dad's tone was calm and scholarly,

sounding nothing like the businessman he was.

"Are you still researching?" I asked casually, picked up the coffee from the old wooden table beside

him, poured a cup of coffee for my dad and one for myself. I sat in the other rocking chair, looking at my

dad and joked, "You want to be the king of this street?"

My dad put down the book, picked up the cup of tea and took a sip with a soft smile. "Actually, I want

my daughter to be the queen here, not just the princess of Oldtown Avenue! You should be the one in

control here!"

I glanced at my dad and asked, "How do you know about the princess of Oldtown Avenue?"

It was just a joke between me and Ronan.

"Of course, I know. Who knows a daughter better than her father? I need to understand my own

daughter!" He leaned back in his rocking chair and rocked leisurely. "There's only one thing I made a

mistake on."