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Walter struck Kai again, his fury boiling over—but this time, Kai caught his grandfather’s wrist mid-air.
He shoved the old man back a step, his eyes blazing with unyielding defiance. “I’d rather you kill me than make me apologize to Nash.”
“Terrible… terrible child…” Walter’s voice cracked with fury and heartbreak.
His body trembled violently, and a sudden wave of dizziness hit him. Darkness crept into his vision, and he nearly lost consciousness.
“Father!” Kevin rushed forward and caught him, helping him steady himself. “Please… calm down.”
Walter took a series of deep, shuddering breaths before straightening his back, the weight of disappointment aging him in an instant.
His next words fell like a hammer on Kai’s world.
“Freeze all of Kai’s assets—immediately. No one is allowed to give him a single cent. If I find out anyone helped him, I’ll seize everything they own!”
The room went still.
Walter wasn’t bluffing. He held majority shares across hundreds of companies under the Watson name. If he so much as whispered a command, fortunes would collapse.
Queenie lowered her gaze with a sigh.
Kai had always lived in luxury—millions flowed to him each month like a given right. Without access to that money, life as he knew it would be shattered. But Queenie had her own savings. If Kai truly fell into ruin… she’d help, quietly.
Walter turned to Kevin. “Keep an eye on your daughter.”
Then, without a backward glance, he walked off.
“Janson. George. You’re no longer assigned to protect Kai. Come with me—we’re going to the Lee family.”
Walter had done everything a grandfather could do.
But Kai had rejected his hand, spat on his concern.
So be it. From now on, he would let fate deal with him.
Worry tugged at Hera’s heart as she thought about Skadi. Even after Nash had dropped her off at work, her concern lingered. Sensing her anxiety, Nash turned the car around and headed for the Zabel estate.
Outside the mansion, a sleek white BMW idled beneath the shade of a tree.
Inside the car, Nash sat calmly, cigarette between his fingers.
Xeno, seated beside him, leaned forward and lit the cigarette with careful precision. His eyes flicked over to Nash’s composed face, hesitant yet compelled to speak.
“Nash… Were you really behind what happened last night?”
Nash didn’t look at him. He exhaled a slow, swirling puff of smoke.
“Don’t ask questions you already know the answers to.”
It wasn’t an admission. But it wasn’t a denial, either.
Xeno swallowed hard. That was as close to confirmation as he would get.
Even though he had prepared himself for the truth, a chill ran down his spine.
Howard Lane had been a business titan—one of the five richest men in Jonford. His power was matched only by the Green Bamboo Association’s juggernauts. Three of them had perished in the same night.
Nash had done what most men wouldn’t dare dream of.
“The Green Bamboo Association has sent their remaining juggernauts to Jonford,” Xeno said quietly, eyes filled with unease. “It won’t be long before they come knocking… and they’ll know to look your way.”
The Green Bamboo Juggernauts were more than enforcers—they were legend. Their combined power rivaled elite military units. If the remaining seven attacked at once, even Nash would be hard-pressed to survive.
But Nash only smiled.
“If they weren’t coming, I’d be worried.”
He tapped ash from his cigarette, unbothered.
The Ten Juggernauts were not a threat to him—they were a target. He had always planned to kill them. The only thing he hadn’t planned was having to travel to Sagen to find them.
Now they were coming to him.
That saved him the trouble.
Xeno stared at the young man beside him, who was barely half his age but bore the calm of a seasoned warlord. Slowly, his anxiety began to fade.
Nash wasn’t afraid.
He was ready.