Destined Entwining: Capturing My Devoted Beau

Chapter 365 - 199: You Little Mischief

Francis Johnson was taken aback by Ian Lothrop’s words, "Is it really that impressive? Could it be just a coincidence?"He still felt that his own interpretation of the "Blooming Multi-Petaled Lotus" was more reliable.

That Nine Palace Eight Diagrams Formation, the River Diagram and Luo Book, and the matrix mechanics woven with the Bohr model seemed far less credible than his "Blooming Multi-Petaled Lotus"...

But he only dared to complain in his heart, not saying it out loud.

Ian Lothrop was still questioning on the other end of the phone when Christopher Mason’s call also came through.

Francis Johnson had to quickly "confess," "You should ask Kenneth Osborne and Lawrence Winters; I guess it was mostly that Little Heavenly Master’s masterpiece."

"Ah?! It’s that girl with the amazing face reading talent!" Ian Lothrop was overjoyed, "Alright, alright, I’ll go find her when I have time!"

Francis Johnson hurriedly hung up Ian Lothrop’s call and quickly connected Christopher Mason’s call, saying, "Mr. Mason, I was just on the phone with Professor Lothrop."

Christopher Mason chuckled, "Did you also send that diagram to Professor Lothrop?"

"Yes." Francis Johnson wiped the sweat off his forehead, not daring to criticize Ian Lothrop’s previous "statements," simply saying, "Professor Lothrop is quite interested."

Christopher Mason remarked, "I’m very interested too. Their technology is fascinating; I wonder if they can teach us."

Francis Johnson laughed, "That’s what I thought too, but this might be their Celestial Path Sect secret, Lawrence Winters and her uncle might be hard to persuade, but that old deity might be worth a try."

Christopher Mason immediately understood that Francis Johnson was hinting at his mother’s uncle, Clara Sterling’s uncle.

This old Daoist priest was named Victor Zeller, and his grandmother was named Elizabeth Zeller; the two were siblings.

Francis Johnson wanted him to persuade the old Daoist priest.

If these were the Celestial Path Sect’s secrets, then the old Daoist priest would certainly have more authority than Nick Zeller and Lawrence Winters.

But Francis Johnson didn’t know that the old Daoist priest was very resistant to their family, not even willing to acknowledge them.

Thus, if he went, it could backfire.

Christopher Mason quietly pondered, his gaze suddenly shifting to the floor-length curtains by the window.

A little child, as white as a powder puff, was riding on a short-legged corgi, nearly pressing the poor corgi down to the floor.

Christopher Mason tugged at the corner of his mouth helplessly, waving to the child, "Ashwell, come over here."

Ashwell turned around and saw Christopher Mason, flashing a shy smile, obediently saying, "Dad, what do you want me for?"

Christopher Mason: "..."

This kid, at three years old, was already playing tricks on him.

"You’re almost squashing Arco flat; do you think your mom will let you off if she sees you?" Christopher Mason spun his chair around to face the window and said with a cold snort.

Ashwell slowly climbed down from the short-legged corgi, frowning adorably, "I’m just a baby, Little Arco is even older than me, how can mom be so unreasonable?"

Christopher Mason: "...You’re not a baby; you’re a little troublemaker. Now come over here!"

Ashwell spread his arms, waddling with a duck-like gait towards Christopher Mason, his face beaming with a sweet smile, "Daddy, hug! Hug Ashwell!"

When Lydia Graham was around, Christopher Mason would certainly put on a stern fatherly demeanor, never showing leniency to Ashwell.

However, when Lydia Graham wasn’t home, Christopher Mason would sometimes soften up.

Ashwell had long figured out his dad’s mindset, so whenever he and Christopher Mason were alone at home, he would deliberately act spoiled and then get picked up and play flying!

But this time, it didn’t work.

He ran to Christopher Mason’s side and hugged his little leg, but Christopher Mason still didn’t reach out to hold him.

Tears were starting to gather in Ashwell’s eyes.

Christopher Mason said sternly, "...Crying won’t work. You’re three years old now, already a big kid; I have a task from the organization for you, can you complete it?"

Ashwell’s eyes lit up, and the tears in his eyes immediately vanished.

He straightened his little body and confidently said, "I can!"

"That’s my son!" Christopher Mason was delighted, bending down to pick him up from the floor, flipping his wrist to spin his whole little body like a yo-yo!

Ashwell laughed with joy, his bright, crisp childlike voice echoing in Christopher Mason’s study.

He loved it when Christopher Mason "spun the yo-yo," even if he was the "yo-yo" being spun!

The voice-activated toys in the room chimed in with Ashwell’s laughter, turning the top-secret study into a children’s playground.

...

Kenneth Osborne and Lawrence Winters managed to shake off those two tailing cars before finally returning to the highway.