Chapter 26
Angelica cast a wary glance at Holt and his squadron. This case was turning into a real nightmare, especially considering the strength of the backing behind this man.
Jupiter let out a long breath, clearly relieved. “We need to head to the Lewis Estate and gather clues first. We can’t touch him yet, not without conclusive evidence.”
The colonel had mentioned his boss earlier. Anyone with even half a brain could guess who that might be, and the weight of it all hit Nash hard. The pressure was palpable, and he could almost feel his legs weaken under it.
Nash glanced at Angelica and Holt, a hint of annoyance creeping into his voice. “It’s getting late. I’ll go with you, but don’t expect me to stay too long.”
Angelica handed back his ID card with a cold look. “You’d better stay out of this. If you’re involved, no matter who your backer is, I’ll bring you to justice.”
With that, she and Holt walked toward the Lewis Estate side by side.
Nash watched them go. He admired Angelica’s dedication, but there was something off about her. If he had really been the perpetrator, he wouldn’t have revealed so much yesterday, dragging the case on for this long. It didn’t add up.
As they reached the road, Hera tugged at Nash’s sleeve, pulling him aside. “There’s some business I need to deal with at the company. Let’s go back there first.”
Since they hadn’t driven here the previous day, they had no choice but to hail a cab. However, despite their best efforts, no cabs stopped for them.
Hera looked frustrated, but then her thoughts shifted to the bearded man they had seen earlier. She turned to Nash, her curiosity piqued. “Who was that bearded man earlier?”
Nash gave a nonchalant answer. “An old friend.”
Her eyes narrowed, a playful smile tugging at the corners of her lips. “An old friend? Is he rich?”
Nash shook his head. “I don’t think he’s rich. That car was probably rented. Stellar might be a colonel, but his salary isn’t anything impressive. The car definitely doesn’t belong to him.”
Hera sighed in disappointment, clearly not getting the answer she had hoped for.
Nash, sensing her dissatisfaction, asked with mild amusement, “Do you like money that much?”
Hera blinked, taken aback by the question. “Is there anyone who doesn’t like money?”
Her response gave Nash pause. He had helped his teacher earn billions, but in the end, his teacher had insisted on donating it all to impoverished areas. Nash had never understood that mindset, nor the idea that money was merely “outside the body.” His teacher had lived in contentment with poverty, striving for virtue and completely detached from worldly desires.
Nash himself had never been interested in money. He couldn’t even recall the last time he’d needed to buy anything for himself.
Thinking about this, he finally said, “I don’t like money.”
Hera smirked, her eyes twinkling with humor. “Is that why you can’t seem to make any?”
Nash chuckled, unfazed by the jab. “To be honest, I make money very easily. If someone asked me to work, it would start at 150,000.” He said it seriously, as though it were a simple matter.
Hera raised an eyebrow, clearly skeptical. “150,000? Do you even know how much money that is?”
She couldn’t help but smile, though her doubts remained. Nash had impressive skills—both in medicine and martial arts—but it was hard to reconcile that with the fact that he still didn’t own a decent set of clothes.
At that moment, a cab finally pulled up in front of them.
Hera grabbed Nash’s sleeve and led him toward the car. “Alright, alright, I was just kidding. Don’t think too much about it. The company might be in a bit of a slump, but I can still afford to support you!”
As the two of them climbed into the cab and drove off, the weight of the situation lingered between them.