My Supermodel Wife

James sat on the sofa and continued to observe Lilia's body.

He looked around and suddenly caught a glimpse of the small bar at the back of the living room. "Where is he? Wait, why are there so many bottles of wine? Does he drink often?"

He and Irene had not had the time to visit since Lilia and Jean settled here.

So when James saw the bottles of red and white wine, James couldn't see why they were necessary.

Lilia followed James's gaze and said with a smile, "He rarely drinks, only occasionally. I bought the wine..." 

She will be in charge of all her husband's wine for the rest of his life.

Upon hearing this, James pursed his lips in anger. "Where is he? In the study?"

Lilia nodded. "I'll call him..."

"No, let me meet him. I have something to say to him!"

Just getting up and walking towards the stairs, Lilia was worried that James couldn't find the room, so she couldn't help reminding her big brother-in-law. "Brother, his office is in the third room on the left."

James waved his hand as he went upstairs and said in a daze, "I see, then you two relax and have a chat! I want to have a serious talk with Jean!"

Lilia was surprised, but Irene laughed. "What nonsense are you saying at your age? Why are you acting tough like that!"

Lilia could only smile and invite Irene to sit in the living room and start chatting.

... 

In the room, James stood at the door, knocked on it as if he was about to knock it down, and then opened the handle.

He saw Jean opening the window as he lit a cigarette and blew the smoke.

He was still holding his cell phone as he turned toward the open door, and when he looked back, he whispered into the screen, "Let them sell it."

At this time, James, who had approached the window, immediately raised his eyebrows at his words. "What will be for sale? Stocks?"

He saw the man hang up, and there was a sign of interrogation in his eyes.

The stock sell-off would cause turmoil in the stock market.

James's heart was full of doubts, but his brother kept his calm while he smoked. Then he raised his voice to answer the rhetorical question. "When did you come?"

"Answer me first, do you want to sell our family shares?"

Jean's face looked lazy, he shook his head slightly while letting out smoke from his nose. "This is from a downstream company."

"What's wrong? Why do they need to sell stocks at the same time?"

The man pressed his lower lip, his eyes filled with interest. "Yes."

James didn't ask why, so he ended the topic.

After a while, the man wrung out a cigarette buŧŧ and sat down at the tea table together with his brother. Neither of them made a sound.

In a tense atmosphere, James cleared his throat, took a teaspoon and rubbed it in his hand, then said in a heavy tone, "I have investigated the cause of Darrel's death." 

For a moment, Jean's eyes sharpened and his gaze fell on his older brother's face. His voice was a little deep as he asked, "How did you find it?"

"The last time you asked me to find a document of cooperation between him and our family, I managed to find it and investigate it. Have you read all the documents I sent you? Darrel, the man from the Ricardo Family in Yogyakarta, was our father's ȧssistant in his early years, and later became our family's partner."

Hearing that voice, Jean nodded calmly.

To be precise, Darrel was not only his father's ȧssistant. He and his father seemed to have also graduated from the same school.

Even though it's been a long time, this is no secret.

James saw that Jean was silent, so he continued, "I found out after investigating that Darrel was on the same plane as our parents. I looked through all the company records, long before the plane crashed. Apparently, our family has ended its collaboration with him."

After this statement, James looked into Jean's eyes which were dark mixed with anxiety. "Do you think there's a conspiracy behind all this?"

"Obviously, it is no coincidence that Darrel took the same flight!"

"Why do you think that?" Jean raised his eyebrows, took his teacup on the table and started turning the spoon to stir the content.

After hearing this, James sneered. "Don't pretend to be confused! Darrel is the only son of the Iron Lady. He was the same age as our father, so he shouldn't be able to stay as our father's ȧssistant."

The Iron Lady from Yogyakarta, who gave birth to three daughters and one son, made Darrel the only boy in that family.

When Darrel was alive, the power struggle within the family had not start, and polygamy was quite common.

Especially for the Ricardo family who have status and money, it is understandable that they have been married to many wives.

In fact, the Iron Lady was not the only partner that the head family had at that time.

It's just that during these turbulent years, she was able to change the wind and keep the Ricardo family together.

It was precisely because of this relationship that Florence loved Alfred, who was a descendant of Darrel.

Alfred even won the Ricardo family's inheritance for himself.

However, past events cannot be traced back specifically. Without knowing the details, James could not go deeper into the inseparable relationship between Darrel and the Widjaya family.

At this time, Jean downed his tea. When he placed the porcelain cup in front of James, he said in a deep voice, "If we wanted to know more details about Darrel, maybe only one person would know."

James puffed his brows. "Who?"

"His wife, Alvina." 

The older brother pondered for a while, trying to remember the information from his investigation. "Are you sure his wife's name is Alvina? Isn't her name Savira?" 

The man looked calm and his eyes were deep. "Alvina changed her name after marrying Albert abroad."

James grabbed a sip of the cup on the table. He had a headache but he said, "The Ricardo family is really too complicated. If only I had known this earlier, perhaps I could prevent their family from harassing ours. My parents and my brother wouldn't have died. Damn! On second thought, the plane crash made no sense."

His brother muttered sadly. These words also made the man pause.

After a while, James had finished less than half his cup of tea, then asked, "Looks like you already know Darrel's son. If I'm not mistaken his name is Alfred, right?"

"Of course, he's an old friend!"

His brother's face became a little serious. "How have you interacted with him all this time? You haven't told me. I only found out after checking it myself. It's clear that he has been eyeing you! This matter is obviously a string from the past that entangled the Widjaya and Ricardo families together, so you don't have to bring this up alone."

When the words fell, the man turned away from the table and slowly looked at James' face. "So far, Alfred has not targeted our family, but he has only targeted me and Lilia."

"You and Lilia are members of the Widjaya family. He's clearly targeting you, so isn't this a declaration of war against our Widjaya family?"

Alfred… That guy from the Ricardo family needs to be watched closely!