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Chapter 192
Old Walker’s voice trembled as he spoke of the woman’s grave, the memory of his son’s lost love still fresh after all these years.
“Bronze Town? What is that place?” Nash asked, his brow furrowing as he glanced between Jupiter and Angelica.
Both of them shook their heads in unison, unaware of the details.
“Bronze Town is in Sagen!” Kale interjected, his voice quieter than before.
Angelica’s eyes sparkled with a sudden realization. “Mr. Calcraft, you mean to say that Wesley will go back to visit the grave of his late girlfriend before he leaves for abroad?”
Before Nash could respond, Jupiter spoke up, his voice thoughtful. “Sagen is over a thousand miles away from Jonford. Wesley is in a hurry to leave, so he won’t waste his time. I believe he’ll come back to visit his parents. I think we should wait here.”
Nash took a sip of water, his calm demeanor unwavering despite the tension in the room. “His love for her was pure. He’s a tough guy with a soft heart. The picture of his girlfriend at home shows that he’s never truly gotten over her.”
Jupiter, somewhat embarrassed, nodded reluctantly. “It’s indeed possible.”
Despite his 20 years of experience in the police force, Jupiter had missed the subtle clue—the picture on the wall—and he felt the sting of doubt creeping in. Nash’s ability to see what others couldn’t was a reminder of how much more he still had to learn.
“However,” Nash continued, “we can’t rule out the possibility that he may come back to visit his parents. Therefore, we’ll split into two groups. You and Angelica stay here, and I will head to Bronze Town in Sagen.”
Jupiter smiled at Nash’s affirmation of his theory. “I’m fine staying here. Take Angelica with you. It’s an unfamiliar place. Angelica can contact the local Inspection Department to assist you.”
Nash quickly booked two air tickets, and by 3:00 PM, he and Angelica were on a flight to Sagen.
Meanwhile, at the Jonford Ministry of Political Affairs, Jade received a call from Henderson that sent a chill through his spine.
“Governor, Wesley is most likely the one behind the attack on the Lewis family.”
“What?” Jade’s mind exploded with disbelief. His hand instinctively tightened around the pen he was using to review documents, the pressure so intense it felt as if he might snap it.
“Nash has already discovered your eldest brother. His family is now under his control,” Henderson whispered, his voice urgent.
Jade took a deep breath, his face hardening. “Let them investigate. If Wesley really did it, then this kid deserves to die.”
Henderson’s voice dropped lower, filled with caution. “He’s your nephew.”
Jade’s expression became colder, his voice biting with resentment. “I helped him once, but no one can save him this time. If I had known this would happen, I wouldn’t have helped him back then. I should have had him arrested.”
At the abandoned warehouse on the deserted construction site at Causeway Bay, two burly mercenaries, sent by Sky Blade, stood by the still-smoking fire, their faces grim.
“Did he find out we’re coming?” one of the men asked, his voice low and tense.
“More or less,” the other replied. “Otherwise, he wouldn’t have escaped so quickly.”
Both men scowled, frustration evident in their expressions. They had spent weeks tracking down Wesley, only to see him slip through their fingers once more. The mission was supposed to be a straightforward job, but now they were left chasing shadows.
Back at the restaurant, Jupiter had recruited a few old friends to pose as his poker companions, ensuring that they appeared casual and nonchalant. He deliberately sat with his back to the outside, positioning himself so that Wesley wouldn’t immediately recognize him.
Signal jammers had been set up in the restaurant, ensuring that no one could warn Wesley of their presence.
Old Walker and his wife sat nearby, their faces streaked with tears. The weight of disappointment and sorrow hung heavily on their hearts, knowing their son was lost to them.
At that moment, the door to the restaurant swung open, and a tall, muscular man stepped inside. He scanned the menu list hanging on the wall before speaking in a deep voice.
“I’ll have a bolognese.”
Old Walker nodded solemnly and moved into the kitchen to prepare the pasta, his movements slow and mechanical.
The man took a seat at one of the tables, pulling out his phone to occupy himself while he waited. The air in the restaurant felt thick with tension, each second drawing them closer to a confrontation they could feel, but not yet see.