: Do You Have Any Powerful Techniques?<div>


    Trantor: EndlessFantasy Trantion | Editor: EndlessFantasy Trantion


    “I didn’t expect that Connor’s backer would actually be the Phillips family. Looks like I’ve underestimated him!” Charles sighed softly as he sat on the sofa.


    “Charles, what are you mumbling about?” Penelope asked Charles with a puzzled expression.<div>


    “There’s nothing wrong with the search.”


    Charles waved his hand lightly.


    “Then, Charles, what do you think we should do with this bracelet?”


    Penelope asked with a frown.


    II II


    After Charles heard Penelope’s words, he could not help but look up at the blood-red bracelet in front of him. After hesitating for two seconds, he said softly, “I won’t contact the Phillips family for now…”


    “That’s great…”


    When Sabrina heard Charles’s words, she heaved a sigh of relief.


    After all, Sabrina did not know if Connor had stolen the bracelet or if Madison had given it to him. As long as Charles did not contact the Phillips family, she was relieved.


    When Charles saw the expression on Sabrina’s face, he said softly, “Sabrina, don’t celebrate just yet. 1 won’t call the Phillips family now, but it doesn’t mean that this matter has passed…”


    Sabrina was stunned when she heard this and asked softly, “Then what do you mean by that, Dad?”<div>


    “From now on, don’t wear this bracelet anymore. Don’t let anyone know that this ga bracelet is in your hands…” Charles said.


    “Why?” Sabrina asked unhappily.


    “Because we’re still not sure if this jade bracelet was given to Connor by Lin Min. In the next few days, I’ll get someone to investigate and see if the Phillips family is looking for this jade bracelet. If the Phillips family is looking for this jade bracelet, it means that this jade bracelet was stolen by Connor. I’ll take the initiative to return the jade bracelet to the Phillips family.”


    Charles said slowly.


    Sabrina looked at Charles helplessly. However, she did not know how to refute him, so she could only nod her head helplessly.


    After Sabrina agreed, Charles stood up and walked towards the bedroom.


    Penelope hesitated for a moment before leaving with Charles, leaving Sabrina alone in the living room.


    At this moment, Sabrina’s expression was very conflicted because she did not know if she should tell Connor about this.Upstodatee from Novel(D)ra/m/a.O(r)g


    If Sabrina told Connor about this, she was worried that Connor did not steal the jade bracelet. If her family suspected Connor, it would make him sad.


    If she made this call, it would show that she did not believe Connor either. At the same time, if she did not make this call, she would worry over whether or not Connor had really stolen the bracelet. Hence, Sabrina was very conflicted.


    “What should I do?”<div>


    Sabrina held her phone tightly, not knowing what to do.


    A few minutester, Sabrina slowly put down her phone and said softly, “I don’t think Connor is the one who stole it. It’s better not to call him…”


    After saying that, Sabrina put down her phone and returned to her bedroom.


    While all that was happening, after Connor left Sabrina’s house, he did not return to the Mansion. Instead, he called a taxi and went to the courtyard where Jorge Yarrell was. It was almost eleven o’clock at night, and the courtyard was dark.


    “That old man can’t be asleep yet, right?”


    Connor couldn’t help but sigh and then continue to walk into the courtyard.


    A few minutester, Connor arrived in front of Jorge’s room. At this moment, the lights in the room were still on. This meant that Jorge hadn’t rested yet, so Connor reached out and knocked on the door lightly.


    “Come in!”


    Jorge’s voice sounded.


    Connor hesitated for a moment before pushing open the door. After entering the room, Connor simply observed the interior.


    The furniture in Jorge’s room were very simple: there was a table, a chair, and a small bed. There was a small statue on the table and a bookshelf in the corner. There were many yellowed books on the bookshelf.<div>


    At this moment, Jorge was sitting on a chair reading a book.


    “Old man, it’s already sote, yet you’re still not asleep?” Connor asked Jorge with a smile.


    “It’s sote. What are you doing here?” Jorge put down the book in his hand and turned to look at Connor.


    Connor walked to the front of the bookshelf and casually picked up a book to flip through. Then, he said to Jorge in a casual tone, “Where’s Jabba? Call him out. I want to fight him…”


    “Jabba is sleeping. Come back tomorrow!”


    Jorge said calmly.


    “Can’t you just wake him up?” Connor said helplessly.


    “Jabba has a bad temper. If you wake him up now, he might attack you in a fit of anger. If he kills you, who will pay me?”


    Jorge asked Connor softly.


    Connor couldn’t help but be stunned when he heard Jorge’s words. The expression on his face was a little helpless. Connor had been fighting with Jabba for more than a month now, so he knew Jabba’s skills very well.


    Although Jabba was just a small chimpanzee, his strength was terrifying and his speed was very fast. If he really provoked Jabba, the consequences would be unimaginable.


    Therefore, after hesitating for a moment, Connor said softly, “In that case, forget it. I’lle back tomorrow…”


    After saying this, Connor turned around and nned to leave.


    But when Connor reached the door, he suddenly stopped and turned back to look at Jorge. Heughed and said, “Old man, I heard from Thomas Morgan that you’re a very powerful ancient martial arts master. Is that true?”


    “It’s just a title given to me by other people…” Jorge said calmly.


    Connor returned to Jorge’s side and asked with a smile, “Does that mean you’re really an ancient martial arts master?”


    Jorge looked at Connor indifferently and didn’t say anything.


    “Old man, can you tell me what ancient martial arts are?”


    Connor continued to ask.


    “You need to experience ancient martial arts on your own—everyone has a different understanding of them. Not just that, as you are now, you’re unsuitable to cultivate your own brand of martial arts…” Jorge said calmly.


    “But I’m fighting with Jabba every day now. When can 1 be a real martial artist?”


    Connor called out helplessly, then looked at Jorge and continued, “Old man, do you have any powerful techniques? Can you teach me?”