Chapter 189 A Big Short's Prisoner

• The weekend was coming soon. Willie called Leonard and asked him back to the village to visit the graves. In the past, when Leonard had been in prison, Flora was responsible for visiting the graves of Leonard’s parents and grandparents. The graves of Willie’s family were also in the village. Now that Leonard was back, it was naturally his responsibility to handle these matters. Concerning the visit to the graves, Leonard had asked Rex to purchase some flowers the day before. Leonard greeted Rex, who was waiting in the living room. They drove to join Flora and then returned to the village together. On the highway outside Newden, a brand new five-series BMW, followed closely by a Rolls-Royce, stopped temporarily to rest while passing by a service area. Willie looked at Leonard’s Rolls-Royce with a hint of envy.
• He found his newly acquired five-series BMW suddenly pale in comparison. Willie took out a cigarette and handed it to Leonard. When he was about to take out a lighter, Leonard had already lit the cigarette for him. Willie was immediately flattered. On the side, Kenia shook Flora’s arm and begged, “Mom, Leonard always listens to you. Remember to ask him to promote me in the company later. It makes no sense that my cousin is the boss of the company while I am just an ordinary employee.” Flora glanced at Leonard, who was not far away, with a look of embarrassment, but she couldn’t resist Kenia’s constant begging, so Flora nodded reluctantly. After finishing their cigarettes, they continued their journey.
• Passing through two service areas without stopping, they bypassed over 12 miles of mountain roads and arrived at a small mountain village named Thunderpeak Village. It was named after a big mountain at the village entrance. The village was relatively remote, and there were fewer than 100 households. After entering the village and making a left turn, they arrived at Leonard’s house, which was located at the western end. It had been in disrepair and thus was dilapidated. The yard was lush green, with many fruits and vegetables growing. They were planted by Leonard’s uncle, Oscar Santos. They were descendants of the same ancestor. Oscar was Leonard’s only relative in the village. When the cars pulled up at the house, an elderly man with a stooped back walked over. Oscar was an honest man and a hard-working man.