Arrogant Man VS Unyielding Woman
Chapter 467 I Don't Know You

Jean's mood was also infected by Gary's ambivalent state. Her heart was wrought by emotions that she could yet not decipher.

When she looked at Moore to see his reaction, she saw it pale and tense. And yet to Jean's surprise, it was all impassive. Not a single muscle twitched in his face betraying an iota of emotion. 'How is this possible?' wondered Jean.

In all their past conversations, whenever Moore talked about Gary, she could see his hatred for him outright as fury bubbled up inside him.

But now that he was face to face with the man that he hated most, Moore looked cool and indifferent.

Seeing him bury his feelings this way pained Jean.

Gary was his biological father, but he preferred to hide all his emotions from him.

Until now, Jean hadn't realized the complexity behind Moore's hatred of Gary.

A complex feeling seized her heart, and she reached to touch Moore by his wrist.

It was cold and stiff, as if all blood had drained from it.

Moore had been tightening his fists, but when Jean touched him, he felt a warm current course through his body right to his heart. It was as if his heart was being swept lightly by feathers, and his whole body softened.

He looked at his side to see Jean give him a reassuring smile. The corner of his lips turned ever so slightly to acknowledge her support.

Then Moore turned back to face Gary and regained his expressionless face. "I'm sorry, sir. I don't know you. Could you please let me through?" He was brutal and merciless as he said this.

Jean was applauding Moore in her heart. 'No one could have imagined that the legendary Gary would be treated like this one day.

His own son told him that he doesn't know him and treated him like a stranger.

Can anything be more frustrating than that?

It serves you right, Gary!

You are cruel and evil. You do everything for fame and fortune. You are reckless with greed. To pursue your career, you had no qualms in abandoning your own son...'

As she lambasted Gary in her heart, Jean tightened her grip on Moore's wrist. Moore, on the other hand, blithely ignored Gary's embarrassment and walked straight past him.

The truth be told, Jean was still in awe for Gary, the legendary figure of H City. She felt nervous as he was within an arm's distance. In fact, she had difficulty breathing properly, but when she saw Gary's face looking so black as if he had swallowed a rotten egg, Jean could not help gloating in her heart. She let out a tiny chuckle dissipating all her nervousness from before.

As Moore was about to brush past Gary, Gary suddenly reached out and grabbed his other hand.

"Moore..." Gary weakly called him again with great sorrow.

At that moment, Jean shuddered at how icy Moore's body became.

"Let go of me!" Moore's frozen voice sounded like it was coming from the Himalayas.

Jean looked up at Gary and saw him watching Moore closely. There was great pain on Gary's face as he scanned his son to replace any of his emotion but failed.

"Moore, let's talk." This time, his tone was firm and strong, with an irresistible dignity, as f he were speaking to his subordinates.

But his approach towards Moore was totally useless.

Within a second, Moore rebuffed him in an off-handed manner. "I don't have time!" Moore replied impatiently and tried to shake off his hand. "Let go! Is Mr. Bai not afraid of losing face to be seen like this?" He sneered with blazing eyes. Gary was clearly ready for Moore's rejection. Seeing that his tough approach was not working, he softened his tone and looked at Moore longingly. "Moore, please don't talk to me in this dry tone. I know you hate me. If verbal attacks will make you feel any better, you can swear at me as you like..." he pleaded sincerely.

"Cut it out!" Moore interrupted him coldly. This time, he finally looked straight at Gary, with irony on his face. "Whatever your purpose is, it's impossible for you to get close to me. Gary Bai, after you pushed me away and married that woman, we have nothing to do with each other. Please, for the sake of my dead mother, don't bother me again. If you still have any love left and guilt for her in your heart, let me go. Don't disturb my peaceful life," he said calmly.

Jean could feel Moore's pain and indignation as he had spoken of his childhood memories with her.

Even though she could not experience his hatred for Gary, she knew that Moore would not easily forgive anyone who had hurt him, especially Gary.

Seeing Moore talk to Gary in such a calm and collected tone made her wonder.

A calm tone is most lethal. Only when a person is beyond hurt and care for the person who has hurt him, does one muster such an indifferent way of speaking.

Sure enough, when he heard Moore's words, Gary's white face grew paler. He gazed deeply at Moore and bit his lip in pain. "Moore, to be honest, I have never expected you to forgive me. From the beginning, our fate has been such that I have had no control over our relationship. I had no choice at the moment. But I won't make any excuse. You're right in hating me. Even I can't forgive myself, let alone you.

Moore, I just hope you can take good care of yourself. I know you had a car accident. I was worried about you, so I rushed here to see you. I know you want to stay in H City, which makes me happier than anybody else. After all, this is your birthplace. Although I don't know what makes you stay, as long as you are happy, I will be happy.

You don't have to run from me as if I am the plague. From now onwards, I won't appear in front of you and cause you trouble if I don't have your permission. But I also know that for various reasons, some people in the Bai family will not let you go easily. I only hope you can be more vigilant. At the same time, I will also try my best to stop such people from hurting you.

Moore, you left me when you were a child, so I have hardly ever been able to take care of you. It has always been a knot in our hearts. But now you are an adult and can take care of yourself very well. I don't know what else I can do for you anymore. Nevertheless, whatever you want to do, I will spare no effort in supporting you. This is the only thing I can do for you. I hope you don't deprive me of my last plea."

Gary looked at Moore and implored Moore.

Jean was shocked. 'Clearly, this is the inner monologue of a father who loves his child deeply.'

There was doubt in her mind about Gary being innocent.

But then Jean thought it to be ridiculous.

'After all, Moore had clearly explained how Gary had abandoned him that year. How can Gary be wronged?

Prominent social figures are more tactful in controlling other people's minds than ordinary people.

Naturally, using such hypocritical words is a piece of cake for Gary.

Once Moore is moved by his plea and forgives him, his goal will be achieved.'

Such devious plans sent a shiver down Jean's spine. She concluded it was an impossible task to read the mind of someone like Gary.

'Is it necessary for him to try so hard to deceive even his own son?' wondered Jean.

Jean anxiously peered at Moore's face. She was dazed at seeing him this calm.

Moore's ruthless eyes completely saw through Gary as if he were a stranger.

It seemed that Gary's words had had no effect on Moore.

Instead, Moore had become more resistant and hardy to his tactics.

Jean felt it, and naturally Gary, who was facing Moore, felt it. I