His Purpose
59. Elevators

"How's it?"

"Sorry, Madam. We have not been able to find Young Master until now. Our team has searched almost every country, but the Young Master's whereabouts are so hard to find."

A man in a black suit lowered his head to report the results of his search. A small jolt occurs when a magazine is thrown onto the table. A woman stood up on the sofa, sitting cross-legged staring at the man with sharp eyes.

"It's been almost five months and you still haven't found it? What have you been doing all this time!" hard snapped.

His breathing was violently stifled as his body crashed on the back of the sofa. "What about Evan?"

"She doesn't know for sure either, Madam."

"Not knowing for sure? Whatdoes thatmean? He knew Gibran's whereabouts before?"

"They met in Thailand. But that night too the Master disappeared again. We lost track."

"Stupid," decried the woman.

While the man before him could only fall silent.

"Some countries are blocking access in and out of foreigners, ma'am. The reason is to prevent the transmission of the virus that is currently in the middle of the epidemic. Because that's also why up until now we haven't totality done the search."

"I don't care. All I want is for my son to be back soon!"

Then the woman seemed to think, "Have you tried to examine the country where my ex-husband lives?"

"It has. There was no lockdown at the time. However, sir was not found there either."

The woman's forehead is wrinkled. "Not there? Then, where is he now?" he thought hard.

A few months ago Gibran suddenly disappeared as if swallowed by the earth. No matter what the boy was doing, he too the father had deployed the best troops to explore New York and the entire American mainland. But still, there was not a single speck of Gibran's presence anywhere. He seemed to disappear from circulation.

Sandra massaged her forehead slowly. His head could not think of the boy who now had nowhere. Gibran was very quiet and closed to anyone, even he himself as his mother often did not understand the way of Gibran's mind which he thought was too complicated.

Sandra got up and walked out of the room, leaving the man still loyal in his place.

The beats of the heels sounded resolute as the legs of the level swung along the passageway. Sandra opened a classic carved door and then entered and closed the wooden object again, approaching a man who was sitting in his great chair.

The man sipped and exhaled the cigar smoke casually. His body was leaning with his legs crossed arrogantly. The man's white hair indicates his age. But his aura and power seemed to be within his grasp.

"Dad."

"The child has not been found?"

Sandra did not answer, and David already knew what it meant. The man again sipped the cigar until it ignited white smoke that immediately scattered when he exhaled. A long breath stupefied from his mouth.

He snorted carving a cynical smile, "Does he want to show off his powers that are almost on par with ours?"

"The arrogant boy ... He was too arrogant and thought the whole world was in his grasp."

David's eyes panned sharply, complete with a sneer on his lips.

"But I like it a lot. Hahaha ..." The low laughter sounded so intimidating.

"That son of yours, he's very ambitious. His aura was already radiating from childhood. The reason why I prefer him over your weak second son."

Sandra speechless. For a moment his look was unpredictable, until then his body sauntered toward a large window that exposed the sea of New York city buildings.

"His engagement is back. This has been the number of times" Sandra said.

Sandra muttered yes.

"Fortunately the White family liked the boy too much, insisting on making him a son-in-law despite the many times he acted."

"We'll make a big profit if we join them" David continued.

His eyes were firm as he would persevere, his lips ceaselessly grinning full of plans.

Elsewhere, Gibran had just returned home from work. Behind him Nick followed with a bag and a number of maps belonging to the man.

Upon entering the elevator, they found Maria standing there. Nick decides to go through the stairs to reach Gibran's study, leaving the two humans who are now silent at each other's awkwardness.

Wrongfully. Only Mary felt that way. Because Gibran looks relaxed as usual.

Mary moved stiffly in place. Gibran began to enter until the elevator door closed again by itself. He was further stunned as the man slowly advanced to erode the distance, leaving Maria unable to run away as Gibran narrowed the space by blocking Mary between the walls of the elevator.

The man didn't say anything. It was just that his eyes were highlighting Maria meaningfully.

Of course, this makes Maria more uncomfortably. He almost screamed so confused what to behave like.

Gibran raised his hand, anchored his fingers on Mary's neck, gave a subtle swab there until Mary goosebumps were made. The fine hairs on his body stood up in response to Gibran's touch.

"Ko-Koko wants what?" great-grandson Maria.

Instead of answering, Gibran lowered his face to breathe Mary's nape with his eyes closed.

Mary's body grew stiff. His muscles suddenly stiff got Gibran's treatment.

Not yet lost his nervousness, Gibran lowered his index finger to a stop right at the cleavage of Mary who was poking.

Mary glared, while Gibran whispered beside the ear. "Are you always this frivolous in dress? Or do you want to tease me on purpose?"

Maria gulps. For whatever sake he didn't know and didn't realize his blouse buttons were open!

"A-Anu ..."

Mary bit her lip when Gibran touched her big hand there, giving a slight squeeze that instantly drove Maria crazy.

"I told you never to bite my lip in front of me, Sugarplum."

Mary looked up at Gibran. Apparently the man was also looking at her with a misty look. And the next second a hot kiss was inevitable, wrapping them in a passion similar to last night.

Gibran grabbed Mary's waist docked at him, while Mary wrapped around Gibran's neck tightly, welcoming the man's fiery attack.

Their tongues are intertwined. Even Gibran's hands have wandered around crawling part of his body with a light touch, and occasionally reveal his skirt to stroke the thighs.

Maria is adorable in between kisses. He beckoned Gibran to stay away for a while to take a breath. The man complied, but it was not until five seconds that his mouth struck back to roll Mary in a more ferocious kiss.

Maria was overwhelmed, especially when Gibran's hand reached the base of her thigh and touched the edge of the thin cloth there.

The man distanced the face, giving Mary a chance to take many breaths.

Maria sighed feeling the touch beneath her. Until shortly he jumped with wide eyes when Gibran put two fingers at once suddenly.

"Shop!"

"This is so wet, Sugarplum" whispered Gibran.