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Chapter 191
Who was Nash that his mere gaze could constrict Kale’s breathing?
Jupiter and Angelica felt the chill too, an invisible weight settling heavily in the room. Angelica glanced around, bewildered by the sudden shift in atmosphere. She noticed the air conditioner was off, yet the oppressive cold she felt seemed to emanate from Nash himself.
Jupiter swallowed hard, his instinct telling him that this wasn’t an ordinary man sitting across from them. The killing intent rolling off Nash was infinitely stronger than Wesley’s, who had fought on the battlefield. It was chilling, a silent promise of destruction.
Nash’s voice broke the silence, slow and measured. “I’ll give you one last chance. If you continue with your stubbornness, then don’t blame me for what I’ll do.”
As a top killer, Nash’s control over his emotions was impeccable. However, the tragedy of the Lewis family stirred a well of rage within him, and now, just a hint of that anger leaked out, enough to make Kale’s entire being tremble. It was a calculated threat. Nash knew exactly how far to push—just enough to make Kale’s resolve crack without fully unleashing his fury.
Seeing Nash’s barely contained anger, Old Walker’s voice broke, his plea a mixture of desperation and sorrow. “Kale, please tell them quickly.”
Nash was not a man to be trifled with. He had Walter as a friend, and that in itself spoke volumes about his power. The Inspection Department respected him, and his connections meant he could have anyone’s life in his hands with a single word. Old Walker understood the danger they were facing—Kale’s silence was no longer an option.
Kale’s face remained cold and defiant, but Old Walker’s emotional plea made his resolve waver. Kale’s firm gaze faltered for a split second, and Jupiter noticed it instantly. He seized the moment, his voice steady and urgent.
“Wesley blew up the Lewis family’s estate, killing over 50 people. His methods were ruthless. The second lady of the Lewis family is Mr. Calcraft’s girlfriend—he’s also the savior and sworn brother of the warden of the Northern Territory. No matter how strong your backers are, they won’t protect you now.”
Kale’s body tensed as the weight of Jupiter’s words settled over him. His resistance faltered completely, and his defenses crumbled.
With a long sigh, Kale slowly closed his eyes, admitting weakly, “He… He’s at an abandoned construction site in Causeway Bay.”
As soon as the words left his lips, Kale’s phone vibrated in his pocket, and he froze. The caller ID was unmistakable.
Wesley.
Nash seemed to have anticipated it. “Answer it on speaker mode. Don’t let him find out!” he commanded.
Kale hesitated, then tapped the answer button and switched the call to speaker mode. His hand shook slightly as he brought the phone closer to his ear.
Wesley’s voice came through loud and clear, distant yet urgent. “Kale, I’ve transferred eight million to your account. You’ll give the money to my parents and tell them not to contact me in the future. I’ll be going abroad tomorrow.”
Kale looked at Nash with confusion and disbelief. The call seemed routine, but something felt off.
After a brief, stunned pause, Kale quickly replied, “Aren’t you going to see Aunt and Uncle?”
But before he could get another word out, Wesley’s voice turned sharper, more suspicious. “Kale, is there someone else with you?”
Kale’s heart skipped a beat, and he hurriedly answered, “No, I’m with Uncle—”
Before he could finish his sentence, Wesley hung up, the click of the line going dead in an instant.
Jupiter frowned, his mind working quickly. “Wesley served in the Southern Territory for years. His anti-reconnaissance skills are exceptional. He’s incredibly vigilant.”
Nash pinched the bridge of his nose, thinking. “Apart from Causeway Bay, is there anywhere else he frequents?”
Kale’s eyes darted nervously, but he shook his head. “No, he’s been hiding at that construction site for the past six months. He wouldn’t even let me see him!”
Jupiter and Angelica exchanged a look, frustration mounting. Jonford was vast—finding one man in such a sprawling city was a daunting task.
Nash, however, seemed unbothered. His gaze drifted to a faded photograph hanging on the wall. It depicted a woman in a shirt, her smile frozen in time, the image yellowing with age. The date on the frame read 2012.
Old Walker, following Nash’s gaze, spoke softly, his voice tinged with sorrow. “That’s my son’s first love. His first girlfriend. She died of leukemia over ten years ago.”
Nash’s lips curled upward slightly, a knowing expression on his face. “Where is she buried?”
Walker’s gaze softened as he replied, “The Lotus Cemetery in Bronze Town.”
Nash stood up slowly, his eyes gleaming with a new determination. It seemed the pieces were slowly falling into place, and with each new revelation, the net around Wesley grew tighter.