Getting $10 Trillion Out Of Nowhere - Chapter 1693

Chapter 1693: Father’s Bodyguard Chapter 1693: Father’s Bodyguard Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation Half an hour later, Connor drove Queta back to her home, and then he headed back home alone.

However, just as he had left her villa for less than ten minutes, he suddenly noticed a person standing in the middle of the road, blocking his path.

He could sense that this person was not an ordinary individual, so he hesitated about whether he should stop the car.

He was aware that his presence in Yarlford wasn’t a secret, so it was possible that this person was sent by the Gomez family to deal with him.

After a moment’s contemplation, he decided against stopping the car.

Instead of hitting the brakes, he firmly pressed down on the gas pedal, attempting to drive past the person.

“Bang!” However, just as he was about to pass by the person, they shifted their position and stood directly in front of his car.

He instinctively attempted to hit the brakes, but it was too late.

The car had been traveling too fast, and it couldn’t come to a halt immediately.

Connor had thought that he would run over the person, but something unexpected happenedaEUR”the person used one hand to stop the car.

The car left deep tire marks on the road, skidding for over ten meters before finally coming to a stop.

The person standing in front of the car appeared unaffected, as if nothing had happened.

Connor, seeing this scene, immediately sensed that the person was likely a martial artist and probably at a higher level than him.

Despite being a Black-tier martial artist, Connor hadn’t brought any Chi Receiving Pills with him.

Engaging this person in a fight at this moment would be a life-threatening situation.

“Did the Gomez family send such a formidable person to kill me?” Connor sat in the car, his expression a mix of helplessness, mentally planning how to escape the situation.

But in the next second, the person who had been blocking his way actually opened the car door and got inside.

He instinctively wanting to open the door and get out but was stopped by the person’s hand.

They spoke in a low voice, “Don’t be afraid, I’m not here to harm you.” He was momentarily taken aback by this statement, then turned to look at the person sitting in the passenger seat.

The middle-aged person appeared to be around forty years old, wearing linen clothes.

His physique was sturdy, and his appearance was ordinary, but his face bore a fierce scar, and his eyes held a deep gaze.

“You…

Who are you?” After a brief hesitation, he chose not to exit the car.

Because he felt that this person probably didn’t have any malicious intentions toward him.

Otherwise, when the person had stopped his car earlier, they could have attacked him then.

However, they had refrained from doing so.

“Are you Connor?” The middle-aged person didn’t answer his question but asked in a hoarse voice.

“I asked you first.

Who are you?” Connor said helplessly.

“Are you Connor or not?” The middle-aged person continued to ask.

“No, seriously, is something wrong with your brain?

You stop my car in the middle of the night, and you don’t even tell me who you are?

What exactly do you want?” he exclaimed in frustration.

“I just want to know if you’re Connor,” the middle-aged person replied.

He looked at the middle-aged person and took a deep breath.

He then said in a low voice, “I’m not Connor.

You’ve got the wrong person.” “Oh!” The middle-aged person nodded slightly and reached out to open the car door, as if intending to get out.

Connor, seeing this, became even more perplexed.

He hadn’t expected this person to be so easily fooled.

He said he wasn’t Connor, and the person just believed him.

Connor sensed that this middle-aged person truly meant no harm.

So, right at the moment when the person was about to leave the car, he spoke up, “I am Connor.

Do you have something to discuss with me?” Upon hearing his words, the middle-aged person turned his head slightly, glanced at Connor, and then asked in a soft voice, “How can you prove you’re Connor?” “Come on, seriously?

You ask if I’m Connor, I admit it, and you’re still asking how I can prove it?

What do you want from me?” He was on the verge of exasperation.

After a brief hesitation, the middle-aged person took out an old photograph from his clothes.

The person in the photo was indeed Connor, but he was only five or six years old at the time.

Seeing the photograph, his expression turned even more shocked.

He quickly asked, “Where did you get this photo?” “Mr.

Dawson gave it to me…” the middle-aged person calmly explained, then earnestly examined Connor for a moment before nodding and saying, “You didn’t lie to me.

You are Connor, Mr.

Dawson’s son.” “So, you’re saying that Mr.

Dawson is my father?” Connor asked in a puzzled manner.

“Yes,” the middle-aged person nodded gently.

“Who are you then?

How do you know my father?” Connor inquired.

“I’m Mr.

Dawson’s bodyguard.

You can call me Yama.

As for my real name, I no longer remember it!” the middle-aged person replied.

“You’re my father’s bodyguard?” Connor’s facial expression seemed even more stunned.

He continued, “Is what you’re saying really true?” “The photo is from Mr.

Dawson.

He brought me here many years ago and told me to wait here.

He said that twenty years later, his descendant would appear.

So, I’ve been waiting here for you for twenty years,” the middle-aged person said, looking at Connor.

“But my father has been dead for over a decade.

What’s the purpose of you waiting for me here?” Connor inquired further.

“I am here to protect you,” Yama answered.

“Who needs your protection?

How do I know if what you’re saying is true?

Who are you really?” Connor frowned.

“I am Yama, Mr.

Dawson’s bodyguard.

This photo is proof of my words,” he replied solemnly.

“Seriously, can you stop repeating yourself like a broken record?

Don’t you have any other evidence?

Since you claim to be my father’s bodyguard, you should know a lot about him, right?

Why don’t you tell me something about my father…”