My Wasted Husband Is in Power, Now!
Chapter 301 Stopped At The Villa!

Jordan grabbed Emily's arm and asked with a serious expression, "Emily, has your sister been unwell recently?"

Emily's mouth widened in shock when she saw the sudden change in Jordan's expression.

"Ah! Surely you're not suspecting that my sister has been diagnosed with a terminal illness or something, do you?

Don't scare me!"

In TV dramas, loving couples would usually break up suddenly because one of them had been diagnosed with a terminal illness and didn't want to be a burden to the other party. They would ruthlessly break up with their lover and seem as heartless as they can be because they loved each other very much and didn't want them to be miserable.

Jordan was just making a casual guess. He comforted, "No, don't get too tensed up. I was just asking a simple question."

Emily said, "My sister is in the pink of health. She isn't feeling any discomfort. She hasn't had any injections, taken any drugs, or gotten a fever. She's just a little depressed." "But she's really motivated when it comes to learning even though she's upset!"

"Learning? What is she learning?" Jordan asked curiously.

Emily answered, "French. She's also just started training

in Taekwondo again." "French and Taekwondo?"

Jordan really couldn't figure out how he could interpret the combination of these things, which didn't seem to be linked to each other at all.

Jordan looked at Emily and said, "Emily, I suspect that your sister must have broken up with me and suddenly decided to marry Russell because of some inexplicable secret that she's hiding from us." "You must stand on my side. Don't think that Russell is a good man. He has always harbored designs on your sister. He doesn't only see her as a junior."

Emily thought about it.

Although she had always respected Russell as an elder, Russell's wife had just died not two years ago. Yet, he was marrying Victoria, his best friend's daughter, which was something that left Emily baffled. Emily looked at Jordan and said, "Okay, I support you! Victoria won't let me contact you, and she has also blocked your number, but I have a private Instagram account. You can follow me there."

"Sure."

Jordan followed Emily's other Instagram account and then said, "Emily, take me to see your sister now."

Emily quickly refuted, "No, Victoria already wants me to cut off all contact with you. She'll beat me to death if I bring you to see her."

Not wanting to make things hard for Emily, Jordan said, "Alright, go back then. I'll think of a way to look for her myself."

Emily chuckled and said, "Are you going to act out a romantic scene tonight? I'll wait for you at home. I love watching such scenes the most."

Emily had a hunch that Jordan would climb over the window or something to see Victoria tonight.

Jordan stroked Emily's hair smilingly and asked Salvatore to send her home.

Afterward, Jordan changed into business attire and instructed Pablo to replace a Bentley in Houston.

Jordan drove the Bentley to the Aegean Sea Hills villa.

However, when entering the gate, he encountered a bit of trouble.

Instead of letting Jordan pass, the gatekeeper of the villa asked, "May I ask if you are the owner of the Aegean Sea Hills villa?"

Pablo, who was in the driver's seat, answered, "No, we're here to look for someone."

The gatekeeper declined, "I'm sorry, but this is an upscale residence, and for the safety of our residents, we can't just let you in."

It was common for the security officers of many upscale residential areas to prevent cars from entering.

Pablo said to Jordan, who was sitting in the back row, "Mr. Jordan, it just so happens that I know of a boss who lives in this villa. I'll call and ask him to come to pick us up. Please wait a moment."

Jordan nodded.

Soon, Pablo called a middle-aged man who had an enormous potbelly.

The man was from Houston, and he had once met Pablo in Houston. He even asked Pablo for help in getting rid of a rival.

When he saw Pablo, the man was elated, and he walked over politely. "Hey, Pablo, what brings you here?"

Pablo, too got out of the car and gave the man a handshake. "Mr. Jones, it's been a while. You're still as unfettered as ever."

"You flatter me. Speaking of unfettered, who can compare to you?"

Pablo was relatively straightforward too. "Mr. Jones, I'm here this time to see a friend. Please tell the gatekeeper to let me drive my car in."

Mr. Jones thought that it was something serious. When he heard that it was such a trivial matter, he agreed immediately, "No problem, leave it to me!" After that, Mr. Jones went to the gatekeeper and said, "I'm a resident here. They're my friends. Let them in quickly!"

The gatekeeper said, "Your friend has to produce his ID."

Mr. Jones said furiously, "What ID!? I know who they are. With my assurance, what other documents do you need!?"

Mr. Jones knew that Pablo was a big shot, so it was rather embarrassing if he had to show his ID to a mere guard. The gatekeeper insisted, "I'm sorry, but we have strict rules to follow. We can only let him pass if he shows us his ID." Mr. Jones said, "You..."

Pablo was rather sensitive about showing his ID, too, because he wasn't a decent person and even had a criminal record.

Pablo laughed and said, "If you need me to show my ID, I'll do it. I'm not a national fugitive anyway. Would I be afraid of showing you my ID?"

Pablo handed his ID to the guard and observed the guard's expression carefully as he spoke.

Once the guard showed a strange expression or any intention to call the police, he would knock him out immediately.

However, the guard from Houston clearly didn't know Pablo at all.

After seeing Pablo's document, he returned it to him.

"Can I leave now?" Pablo said to the guard.

However, the guard shook his head and said, "Your passenger has to show her ID too."

"Is there something wrong with you? Why do you need to see so many documents?" Pablo couldn't help but curse.

"Pablo!"

Jordan didn't want to be nosy, so he eagerly wanted to see Victoria and get a clear explanation from her.

Besides, Jordan didn't do anything wrong either.

Hence, he handed his ID over.

"Quick, take a look!" Pablo said in annoyance as he handed his ID to the guard.

To his surprise, the guard's expression changed after seeing it. "I'm sorry, but you can't enter."

"What did you say? Why can't we enter?" Pablo asked.

The guard said, "Currently, only residents are allowed to enter. Since you're not a resident here, you can't enter."

Pablo was enraged. "What kind of rules are that? Can't I go in to look for someone? The residence owner is already here to receive me, and you won't let me in? Must I buy a villa here before I can go in?" "You think I can't afford a villa here? See what kind of car I'm driving!"

The guard smiled and looked at the license plate. "You guys aren't from this city. I bet you rented that Bentley, huh?"