Jonathan: The Heavenly Fortune Teller in the City

Ch 04

Jonathan raised his head, his eyes filled with confusion. "What do you mean?"

"Go work at Pacific Group. You only need to stay there for two or three months. After that, you can redeem your ID card. You won't have to wait long, and the compensation issue will be settled," the girl explained as she brushed her blonde hair behind her ear.

Jonathan frowned, as if he couldn't believe what he had just heard. "Work at Pacific Group?"

The tall police officer nodded in agreement.

"That's a good idea. You won't have to trouble yourself looking for another job. Pacific Group is always hiring new employees, especially for field positions. That way, you can pay off the compensation through your hard work, and no one will have to keep chasing you for it."

The shorter officer also spoke after putting away his handcuffs.

"I think it's a reasonable suggestion. Pacific Group isn't just any company. It's well known throughout this city. If you can work there, Jonathan, not only will your problem be solved, but you'll also gain valuable experience."

Several of the onlookers immediately chimed in.

"That's right! Pacific Group is a huge company, young man."

"I heard the employee benefits are excellent. They provide health insurance, staff housing, and even free meals."

"Not to mention the monthly allowances. It'll make your life much easier."

The same people who had been criticizing Jonathan only moments ago were now encouraging him to work under Pacific Group.

It left Jonathan's emotions in complete turmoil.

Deep down, Jonathan felt reluctant. Since childhood, his Master had trained him relentlessly, and he had spent nineteen years mastering martial arts. He had endured all of it with the belief that one day he would stand proudly, earn the respect of others, and live independently. Yet now, reality had taken the opposite turn. He had to redeem his own ID card by working under this young woman.

The shorter police officer looked at Jonathan seriously.

"Listen, young man. You may feel that your pride is being hurt, but reality is reality. If you refuse now, your problem won't be resolved. It will only become even more complicated."

Jonathan fell silent. Those words made sense, but his heart still resisted. To him, serving under two young women felt like lowering the dignity he had spent years building. Yet the gazes of everyone around him pierced him from every direction. If he refused, he would only look like a coward.

"Fine. If this is the only way, then I'll give it a try."

The crowd gradually dispersed after Jonathan finally agreed.

Mella looked straight into Jonathan's eyes. Her gaze was sharp, as though it could see through anyone's heart. She took a business card out of her small handbag and handed it to him with an elegant yet commanding gesture.

"When you're ready to redeem yourself," she said calmly but firmly, "come to Pacific Group Headquarters tomorrow morning. Report to the Human Resources Department. Just tell them Mella sent you."

Jonathan accepted the card. His eyes fell upon the words printed clearly across its surface.

Mella Andora

President of Pacific Group

The tall officer raised his hand to get everyone's attention.

"Alright, this matter is settled. There's no need to drag it out any further. Everyone can go home peacefully."

The noisy crowd gradually dispersed.

Before leaving, Mella politely bowed to both police officers.

"Thank you very much for helping mediate this matter," she said sincerely.

"It's no problem, Miss. Stay safe on your way home," the shorter officer replied kindly.

Mella then linked arms with the blonde-haired girl and started walking away. However, just before disappearing into the crowd, the blonde girl turned around with an irritating smile.

"Good luck tomorrow, little thug," she said mockingly, deliberately stabbing at Jonathan's pride.

Jonathan, who had been trying to restrain himself the entire time, immediately snapped.

"What did you say?!" he shouted furiously.

Without thinking, he grabbed his worn backpack and hurled it toward them. The backpack flew through the air, barely missing the blonde girl's head.

"Hey!" several nearby people shouted.

Mella quickly pulled her friend aside. The backpack crashed onto the floor with a loud thud, landing only inches away from the blonde girl's feet.

The blonde girl stared for a moment before letting out a sarcastic laugh.

"Hmph. Your temper matches your appearance perfectly. Rough and impatient."

Mella immediately pulled her away before another argument could break out.

Meanwhile, Jonathan stood there, his chest rising and falling with anger. He was still furious, yet he could no longer say a single word. The remaining onlookers continued staring at him, making him feel even more cornered.

Jonathan sat down on the edge of the sidewalk with a gloomy expression. His worn backpack lay beside him. He lit a cigarette, took a deep drag, and slowly exhaled the smoke. The bitterness in his chest eased a little, though the blonde girl's mocking words, "little thug," still echoed painfully in his mind.

After taking several drags, he pulled an old mobile phone from his pocket. Without hesitation, he pressed the call button.

"Sixth Senior Brother, I hope you'll answer," he murmured.

A cheerful voice soon came from the other end.

"Hello? Jonathan! It's been such a long time since you called me. What's the matter, little brother?"

Jonathan let out a sigh of relief.

"Sixth Senior Brother, I just wanted to ask about Father and Mother. They're both doing well, aren't they?"

"Don't worry," his senior brother replied warmly. "Their health is stable."

"How was your flight?" his senior brother asked, changing the subject.

"It went well, Brother. But after I arrived at the airport, I ran into a disaster!"

"A disaster?"

"Yes!"

Jonathan then recounted everything that had happened.

Loud laughter burst from the other end of the phone as soon as Jonathan finished telling the story.

"Hahahaha! I can't believe something that funny actually happened! You had only just gotten off the plane, and you already ran into a beautiful woman. Jonathan, Jonathan... that's incredible luck!"

Jonathan let out a long sigh.

"Brother, please don't laugh at me. I still don't know what I'm supposed to do."

His senior brother's laughter still hadn't subsided.

"You're truly unbelievable. Other people worry about losing their luggage or running out of travel money. But you? You ended up getting into trouble with a woman who's actually the President of a major corporation! Hahaha. That's a story worthy of being written into a novel."

Jonathan rubbed his temples, feeling both annoyed and embarrassed.

"Senior Brother, this isn't something to joke about. I really don't like the idea of working under that young woman."

"Who said I was joking?" his senior brother replied. His tone became more serious, though traces of amusement remained.

"Think about it carefully. Maybe this is the path Heaven has prepared for you. You spent nineteen years training in martial arts, but doesn't life also depend on good fortune? Maybe this opportunity will open the door to your future. Who knows? One day you might even marry that beautiful woman. Just imagine it. A 'little thug' marrying the President of Pacific Group. That would become the talk of the entire city!"

"Come on, Brother!" Jonathan exclaimed, half embarrassed. His face turned red even though no one could see him.

"I've never thought that far ahead."

"Suit yourself," his senior brother replied casually.

"But whatever you do, don't run away from this opportunity. Go there tomorrow. Treat it as a new beginning."

Silence followed after his senior brother finally stopped laughing.

Jonathan gathered his courage and brought up the question that had been weighing heavily on his heart.

"Brother... what about Father and Mother? I want to know how they're really doing."

The voice on the other end didn't answer immediately. A long silence followed, broken only by a heavy sigh.

"Jonathan, there's something you need to know."

Jonathan felt his heart tighten.

"What do you mean, Brother?"

"When I took you away back then, I never actually met your family. I only left a letter in front of a house near your family's neighborhood. I don't even know whether they ever read it."

"How could you do that?!" Jonathan's voice rose, trembling with both anger and shock.

His Sixth Senior Brother continued softly.

"The address printed on your ID card isn't your family's real address. It's just an address I randomly picked from a map. I have no idea where your family actually lives."

Jonathan felt as though his entire world had collapsed. The cigarette in his hand slipped from his fingers and fell to the ground, instantly going out.

"Jonathan..." His senior brother's voice was filled with regret.

"I know I'm at fault. That's why I want you to listen to me. Come to my house tonight. Stay with me for the time being."

But Jonathan didn't answer. His finger pressed the red button, ending the call.

Silence surrounded him once more.

"I'll still go into the city on my own."

He had already made up his mind.

Jonathan then took a taxi to the address printed on his ID card, 202 Sumara Street. After a forty-minute ride, he finally arrived.

He was utterly shocked. The city had changed dramatically over the past nineteen years. The five-story building he still remembered had long since been demolished. In its place now stood rows of skyscrapers rising more than thirty stories into the sky.

Looking at the sea of lights shining from thousands of homes before him, Jonathan fell into deep thought.

He could only ask himself one question.

"Where is my home?"