Chapter 409


    "I have evidence from the hospital. Why don''t I show you guys some evidence to prove that my child


    has indeed been poisoned?" Vania said.


    It wouldn''t have mattered even if Vania told them that she had proof of the existence of aliens—the


    guards didn''t want to look at it at all. "You might look different from the rest of the people, but the


    excuses all of you use are the same," one of the guards said. Of course, they were being truthful—


    Vania was one of the prettiest women they had ever seen. She was practically a goddesspared to


    the other people who hade to them in the past.


    The man beside her also had attractive, godlike features that were pleasant to the eyes, but that was


    the only thing different about them. They may be eye-candy, but they were just as annoying as the rest


    of the visitors. Finally, one of the guards lost his patience, and he no longer allowed them to speak.


    "Just leave. Leave now. I''m going to start getting violent if you don''t leave!" he cried while shaking his


    fist. He felt the urge to get rid of them by getting physical.


    Gondalwelt was a rtively faraway city with limited transportation andmunication means. The


    people here might have heard of Hanson''s name, but none of them could recall how he looked.


    Furthermore, tons of powerful and influential people visited the master every year. The guards would


    treat these people the same as any regr person—they''d chase all of these people away. So, even


    though the guards could sense Hanson''s aura, they didn''t think much of him. It never crossed their


    mind that he might be someone who was extremely powerful.


    At that point, Larry couldn''t take it any longer. He had never met someone with the guts to speak to his


    president in such a tone. Sure, they may be bodyguards who work for Master Gordon, but what''s the


    big deal? They''re just a nobody in front of my boss. Linda was just as furious as Larry. How dare they


    speak to my boss like that?


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    Both the assistants were about to step forward to challenge the guards when Hanson gave them a


    re that made them freeze in their spots. The main reason they visited the ce was to save Jude,


    so no one would benefit from starting a fight. Vania found herself embarrassed after hearing all the


    guards''ments, and she took a while to calm down before she tried to exin herself. However,


    Hanson spoke up before she could say anything. "Let''s not disturb Master Gordon while he''s resting.


    We can head home for now, and we can figure a way out after that," he said.


    There was a firm look in Hanson''s eyes that seemed tofort Vania a little. He was the only one who


    could still keep his calm in this situation. The head security let out a smugugh after hearing Hanson''s


    thoughtful statement. "That''s the way. Everyone''s happy now, aren''t we?" The guards were d that


    these people were finally leaving—they didn''t want to spend more time talking to them.


    The more impatient guard started chasing them out with his arms again. "Leave now. Get out of


    here…" he mumbled. Vania took another look at the firm gaze in Hanson''s eyes before she turned to


    the four guards. "I''m sorry," she uttered dejectedly. Even though they were rude to her, she figured she


    still had to stay respectful and polite toward them. She never knew when she might need their help


    again.


    The guards finally heaved a sigh of relief when they saw Vania and the rest of them walking off. Right


    then, a person with a head full of white hair walked out. "Have they left?" he asked with a rather sad


    look on his face. The person who was speaking was none other than the famous Master Gordon. Two


    guards hurried over to help the master while one made way for the master to step out. "Yeah, they said


    their child was poisoned and wanted your help," one of the guards exined.


    The guards had the duty to give Gordon a brief exnation of all his visitors'' situations. "She''s not the


    one," Gordon mumbled to himself with the same sad look on his face. The guards were confused by


    this statement—they had no idea what the master meant. After their long years of working for the


    elderly man, they had never seen him smile even once. On the contrary, Gordon always had the same


    depressed look.


    Furthermore, Gordon would always shake his head after hearing their reports before making the same


    statement.