Chapter 39
Hearing Cain’s words, Nash couldn’t help but sigh inwardly. His worst fear had come to life—the “they” Cain referred to were likely the Kleins.
“If you don’t want to die, you’ll answer my questions,” Nash said, stepping closer to Cain.
The needle in his hand gleamed with a cold light.
Cain’s lips trembled as he met Nash’s eyes, finally speaking, “You… You’re not one of them?”
It was only now that Cain realized, if Nash had been with the people he feared, he wouldn’t be asking about Herman’s condition.
“Who are ‘they’?” Nash inquired, his voice calm, but sharp.
Cain hesitated, his gaze flicking nervously between Nash and the syringe. His silence only made Nash’s stare colder.
With a swift motion, Nash jabbed the syringe into Cain’s chest. As he pressed the plunger, a cold smile flickered on his lips. “Don’t make me use this.”
Cain’s pupils dilated, and his fear deepened. “I’ll talk… I’ll talk…” His voice cracked.
Nash withdrew the syringe, his gaze still icy, his silence commanding.
Cain took a shaky breath before speaking, his words slow and heavy. “I don’t know who they are. They gave me 200 million and told me to get rid of Herman.”
He looked into Nash’s eyes, noting the harshness of his expression. “I refused at first, but they threatened my family. I told them Herman was already terminally ill and wouldn’t last long, but they gave me a potion to inject into him… They said it would leave no trace.”
Nash’s tone remained indifferent. “Then why is Herman better now?”
Cain forced a bitter smile, his voice low. “A villager from Tili Mountain… He saved Herman. A miracle, really. Just in time.”
Nash didn’t let up. “Was the nanny’s death part of your plan too?”
Cain immediately shook his head. “I had nothing to do with that… It must have been them.”
Nash raised the syringe again, releasing a single drop of the transparent liquid. “And Hubert’s family? Do they know?”
Cain shuddered and nodded quickly. “Yes. They know everything. They even said if I helped them acquire the Lewises’ assets, I’d get half.”
Just as Cain finished speaking, a deafening gunshot shattered the tense air.
Nash’s instincts kicked in. He shoved Cain aside just as a bullet grazed his temple, missing him by a hair. The concrete wall behind him exploded, a massive hole left where the bullet had struck.
Nash didn’t flinch. He turned toward the window, his gaze locking onto a distant skyscraper a kilometer away.
A second shot rang out.
With quick reflexes, Nash extended two fingers and caught the bullet mid-air.
Through the glass, he could see the silhouette of a middle-aged man dressed in a security uniform, his eyes wide with shock. The man swiftly disassembled the sniper rifle and fled the scene.
An hour later, the quiet of the Lewis family estate was broken by the arrival of patrol cars. The once peaceful house was now filled with tension. Family members gathered in Herman’s villa, their faces pale with fear.
Harrison, concern etched on his face, asked, “Uncle, have you offended anyone recently?”
Cain shook his head vehemently, his voice weak. “I… I’m just an old man. I haven’t been involved in anything for years. I haven’t offended anyone.”
He dared not reveal the truth—his hand in plotting his brother’s death. If the family knew, his reputation would be ruined, and they’d likely cast him out.
“I bet this is all because of that jinx, Nash!” Rooney spat, eyes narrowing in disdain.
Lauren shot him a cold glare. “Why are you bringing Nash into this? He’s already been chased out of the estate. What else do you want?”
Rooney’s face twisted in frustration. “Before Nash came, everything was fine. But ever since he showed up, the old man got critically ill, and now this happens…”
“Shut up!” Lauren snapped, her voice cutting through the tension like a knife.