The Godfather's Heir.

Chap. 2 Magdalena Morris

Jonathan treats Adam very well. Jonathan is not only indebted to his father, but his mother's medical expenses and his two younger sisters' education are also borne by Jonathan. 

"What are you doing?" 

"Sorry, sir." 

"I pay you to work, not to daydream, remember that!".

"Yes, sir." 

Jonathan was sitting in his oversized chair. The Smith Corporation's office is on the highest peak in the city of Rivera. Anyone would know if Jonathan's company is the number one company in this country. No wonder many like Alfonso want to bring down the number one businessman in the country.

"Sir," Adam called. 

"What's the matter?" 

"Miss Moris..." 

"What's happened with her?" Magdalena Morris is the only daughter of the Prime Minister, who has been in love with Jonathan for a long time. The 23-year-old girl admired Jonathan and ended up falling in love with him. Her meeting with Jonathan five years ago, when he was about to apply for a business license for a company subsidiary in another city.

At that time, Magdalena is being chased by a group of drunks, rescued by Jonathan while on his way to the home of Prime Minister Abraham Morris. 

Magdalena, who was crying in fear, immediately rushed to hug Jonathan. After, his men beat the drunkards until they were battered. When asked about the house, the girl said the address was the same as the night's destination. 

"Miss?" 

"Magdalena Morris." 

"A daughter of Mr. Abraham Morris?" guess Jonathan.

Magdalena nodded. 

Jonathan looked at her expressionlessly. The girl was beautiful, had blonde hair, light blue eyes, fair skin, and an ideal body posture. The dream model of all men. But Jonathan was never interested in women. In his mind is only business and power. With difficulty, the tragic life in the past makes his heart even more heartless. 

Jonathan finally escorted Magdalena back to her house, in line with the places he would visit that evening. They sat in the back seat of the car. Jonathan sat up straight, facing the front with a cold expression. While Magdalena, stealing glances, glanced out of the corner of her eye at her guardian angel. The feeling of admiration she had felt from the first sight. The way Jonathan ordered his men to take down the gang of drunks earlier made her want to know more about this handsome but very cold-looking man. 

"Miss Morris, we arrived." 

"Y-yes," Magdalena was surprised because she daydreamed of the person next to her. 

Jonathan's black Rolls-Royce had stopped right in front of the door of Prime Minister Abraham Morris's mansion. The gatekeeper, who had been informed by his personal assistant, Abraham, immediately opened the door after reading the license plate of Jonathan's very identical car, the RR 100. A unique number that was already known to the owner. 

"Welcome, Mr. Smith. Old Master is waiting for you inside." Abraham's personal assistant bowed his head as a sign of respect and welcomed the wealthiest man in the country of Azdania. But his eyes narrowed after seeing the beautiful girl standing behind Jonathan. 

"Young Lady, what has happened to you? Why are you with Mr. Smith?" 

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TBC