His Purpose
87. Rendezvous

"Mr ..."

Gibran stared in the middle of the lobby, looking straight at the crowd of people standing before him. Circular, almost surrounding himself and Nick who originally intended to get out.

He knows who they are. The golden emblem with a distinctive shape so familiar, made Gibran immediately snort. The corner of his lips twitched faintly forming an understatement grin.

"Young Master, please work together to follow us" said a person standing right in front of Gibran.

Gibran stuffed both of his hands into his pockets, staring indifferently at the man with his characteristic half-sluffy look.

"Has the Old Loser lost his nerve to tell his men to pick me up?"

"Young Master." The man who seemed to be the head of the bodyguard spoke lowly and calmly, at the same time warning.

But Gibran doesn't care. He was not affected at all despite the atmosphere of the lobby was filled with tension.

"Please follow us" said the man once more.

"On what basis should I follow you?" reply Gibran defiantly.

The moment the eyes of the two met, staring straight at each other without ripples, unfriendly.

"Grandpa you want to meet."

Gibran grunting. His legs swung with no interest, until he stopped as the man stretched out one hand in his way. Followed by his increasingly alert followers besieging Gibran, making Nick's level of vigilance increase until he secretly reached into the suit, touching the hilt of the weapon tucked there.

"Sir, should I call the troops?" nick whispered very slowly.

Gibran glanced at him for a moment before refocusing forward. "Surge. I can walk by myself."

Gibran's words indirectly told him that he was willing to go to see his grandfather. Nick could not argue when the men put Gibran in the car, leaving him only able to shake, along with his men who approached with worried faces.

"Who are they? Why don't you accompany Master?" ask one of them.

Nick replied, "Willis."

***

"Abhi, I don't know what your eldest son is thinking. Suddenly went to New York. If only I hadn't gone to his house, how could I have known."

I heard a breath across the phone. "Maybe it's time for one problem to be solved. As promised, we're forbidden to interfere, Dad."

Roman clucking. He had expected that Abhimanyu and his gentleness could not be relied upon. Didn't you know Roman was so worried? Roman was afraid that Gibran would return to America and they could no longer meet face to face.

"Dad, believe me, what you think is not going to happen. Gibran has something he can't leave here."

"Since Gibran's beginning to Indonesia, we've even found it difficult to see him. Let alone thinking of me as his father, he even always sends others out at work meetings."

"Until he asks Mary as a condition. The thing that made me have to put aside my pity for the girl. All I thought about was getting them married, and I could meet my son freely. I didn't even think about Gabriel back then."

"But, I also thought that Gibran had prepared everything a long time ago. Regarding Gabriel's sudden departure, as well as Rayan's suddenly threatened company situation, I'm sure everything has to do with him."

"Whatever the reason Gibran married Mary, love or guilt, I see Mary as quite important in his life."

"So you don't have to worry, Gibran's a smart kid. Rift is not his nature. He always thought mature and calculated. I believe Gibran won't do anything to harm him."

No wonder the boy arrogantly rejected the inheritance. Apparently Roman had underestimated Gibran too much before. Understandably, they only met after a long time. Although his men often reported Gibran's daily life in New York, in fact Roman did not fully know about the boy.

Gibran was good at kink, as if he knew every time he was being watched.

***

Gibran walks straight after Don, the plontos man who had picked him up in the hotel lobby. Don takes him into a building with a luxurious glint that seems dark. In contrast to the quiet outside atmosphere, inside there are several spaces with strong music. This can be heard when one of the doors opens, and will again disappear swallowed by the soundproof room.

An exclusive club designed with a high level of privacy, at first glance looks like an ordinary luxury hotel building. Who would have thought in it full of chaos hedonists who hobby fun-foya.

Both of them climbed the stairs to the top floor. The luster of lights flashed out amidst the dim light, lighting up every time their feet stepped on one step at a time.

Don stopped in front of a large black door. The man opened it without knocking first. It seems that their arrival was already awaited.

Gibran gave a faint snort, he stepped up to follow Don who was now entering and stopped in the middle of space. A cursory look salutes someone sitting in an oversized chair, with a beautiful and sexy woman making out in the lap.

David Willis took off his lips from the woman's large plains, turned to Don before turning to Gibran, who was now staring at him flatly.

He beckoned Don to come out, also lowering the woman on his lap who momentarily allowed the clothes, covering her originally half-naked body.

The woman laughed amusedly feeling David's wrath on her ass.

"We're not done yet" said David.

"Of course, Daddy .." said the woman, spoiled.

His feet were ready to come out. As it passed Gibran, its eyes twitched mischievously, biting its lips to feel Gibran's outward masculinity, what a great charm. Exotic Asian face, muscular strapping body. Just look at him knowing he was great in bed.

Confidently, his fingers stretched out to touch the shoulders and chest of Gibran field. Unexpectedly the man twisted his hand and pushed it down.

Gibran glared sharply at the woman who was looking at him in fear. The woman immediately ran to the rods out, holding hands that seemed to be sprained because of Gibran.

Seeing that, David chuckled, picking up a cigar that instantly reflected smoke as he sucked it. His eyes scrutinized Gibran closely, especially as Gibran took out a hand sanitizer from his suit pocket, sprayed it on his hand and then rubbed it casually.

"Still anti with women? Or... Are you too loyal to your stupid woman?"

Gibran put the hand sanitizer back in his pocket, "It's none of your business" he said coldly.

David grinned, "Don't get hung up on one thing, outside there are still many other beauties that you can enjoy."

"I don't like cheap stuff."

David laughed loudly. His head slammed backwards, leaning against the back of the chair before then staring at Gibran. "Why should you reject the White family girl? He's even more expensive than your mistress."

"She's my wife" Gibran said in a calm voice.

"Wife? But I don't think I ever gave you the blessing to marry her" David said seriously, likely to be intimidating.

The corner of Gibran's lips twitched, "Who do you deserve my marriage?"

"You want me to marry anyone, it's none of your business" he continued in a mocking tone.