My Son is Not My Son
CHAPTER 23: Grandpa Meyer's Heritage House for Jordan

When Donna was about to pick up the phone from the bag, she accidentally saw Logan in the car and was about to get off. He had a chance to meet Logan who was clearly looking over here, is this glass transparent from the outside?

“Aibi! Where's the phone?” Mia shook Donna's hand.

“Hem, this.” Donna gives me a cell phone while thinking about Logan. His eyes did not look wrong.

“Nak, you have your own phone why use a loan show have Aibi?” Febi gave Mia's phone.

“No Want! If through Mia's phone, Om Logan will not lift.”

“So who said they wanted to play at Uncle's house? Mia, right? "

“But, Mia wants to hear the sound of Om!" Mia leaned against Febi's arm.

Febi tidied Mia's hair. “Let's just call. Om Logan once said, if Om noon must work, right?”

“But, Uncle Jordan does not work, indeed Om Logan can not like Uncle Jo, often play with Mia?”

Do you care about meeting Logan? I am also cool! Jordan was being rude. He thought it should be more intense to take his daughter's sympathy.

An hour was already when Mia was at Jordan's main house. The house is a classic-style heritage of Grandpa Meyer, surrounded by vast tracts of land, surrounded by luxurious settlements.

When viewed from planes and satellites, it looks like the biggest house. The building area is about 9,754 square meters, making it look very luxurious and magnificent.

Previously, Grandpa Meyer bought this at a price below the market because the owner failed to pay the debt, which is more than 165 Million US Dollars. Little Jordan was not even a month old.

The Reyes family is most recognized in America. Reyes is Jordan's father. No wonder, even though Jordan was not working, the dollar coffers continued to flow into his pockets.

It's no secret to the upper class that Papa Jordan has several women on his side.

When her mother gave birth to Roman-sister Jordan, her father brought a one-year-old son named Roy Smith. Her mother immediately asked for a divorce. He married Rose Smith.

Because of this, Jordan's mother continued to urge Jordan to marry Jeslyn. His mother didn't want Jordan to be considered a jerk to her papa.

“How is Miss Febyan Ananta Bagaskara? Will you be my girlfriend?” Jordan with the tone that felt the most elegant.

Febi watched the princess sitting on a wooden chair, about 100 meters in front of her. His daughter was fishing by the lake. With Donna.

“Nona Febi?”

“Ha why, Jo?”

“You're my girlfriend, huh?”

“Home you.”

“Serious.” Jordan moved to Febi's right side. “You dong, yes, yes?"

“I don't want to give it back, before Miss Febi wants to be my girlfriend.” Jordan scratched his nape, the more he was pushed back, the more excited.

“Then I throw it away I forget my broken heart."

“Feb ... “ Jordan breathing heavily due to Febi hoarse voice. He thought quickly to dispel the sadness on Febi's face. “Do you like classic cars?”

“Don't like,” Febi replied without hesitation. He looked at Jordan curiously. “Why are you wondering about cars?”

“Pengen know only. What do you think of Bugatti Royalle?” Jordan took a deep breath. Hazel's eyes were surprised to know about the car.

“Bugatti Royale? One of the most luxurious cars, made in the 1920s to 1930s .... " Febi started the story at length times wide so the car that will be the race prize this year.

Jordan smiled lightly. In fact, how big is the world of Febi? “Feb, if you want to be my girlfriend, I will give Bugatti Royalle to you.”

Febi looked into Jordan's blue eyes. He remembered that Jordan often told him like a radio announcer and it felt strange when someone continued to tell him, but Febi barely listened and when asked then replied Ha, Hm, He’em, Yes. However, the man rarely asked his opinion, perhaps only needing to be heard as a man.

“Kok laughs by himself?” Jordan scrunched his forehead. “So, you agree?”

“I have no interest in being your lover.“ Febi increased the distance by one step and returned to look at Mia.

Jordan observed Febi's thin cheeks with plump eyelashes. His cheekbones and nose line is good with a taper chin.

“There is an electric car that switches from 0-60 in 3.7 seconds. With a top speed and limited to 125. After all no tire can really claim to handle 0–60 in 1.9 seconds . The 200kWh battery that delivers a range of 620mil sounds reasonable, until one realizes that using 0–60 at such a foolish speed it will consume most of any battery.”

“What do you mean, Miss Febi?” Jordan gawking, what jobs Febi had in the past been mechanical engineers? Why would a woman know anything about acceleration and jumping in less than four seconds?

“Even if you give me the fastest car, I won't be interested, Mr. Jordan. The car just reminds me of someone.” Febi's vision is distorted by the shadow of Mike helping her from the accident.

Febi fell silent as Jordan cupped her cheeks. Something chewy stuck to his lips and Jordan's gaze was so deep. The man's thumb was fingered on his cheek and the mint-scented spray was hot between them.

The classic black Pontiac car is getting closer with a distinctive engine sound. From a distance Logan could not believe his vision.

Logan's setting up full gas. Resentfully stepping on the brake .. holding it. The hand turned the full steering towards the right until a loud thumping sound came from the brakes, taking over the attention of Mia and Donna.

Mia drops the fishing rod and runs as fast as she can, followed by Donna. The little boy knew it was Om Logan's car.

Pontiac's car is spinning in front of Febi. The flying sand makes Jordan try to protect Febi from flying grains. The woman coughed and covered her nose with her hands, then removed Jordan from her because Logan was doing dangerous things outside the race track.

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