Chapter 47
Nash had spent the afternoon sleeping off the exhaustion, only to be woken by a video call from Hera. He rubbed his eyes as he answered the call, yawning.
“Did you miss me?” he asked, his voice drowsy.
Hera smiled playfully. “What about you? If you missed me, then I definitely missed you.”
Nash smirked. “I didn’t.”
She pouted, the screen catching her disappointment. “Then I didn’t miss you either.”
Nash raised an eyebrow, noticing her cheerful mood. “You seem to be in a good mood…”
“I’m in a great mood today!” Hera responded excitedly, her eyes shining with enthusiasm. “Did you know? Drake Group signed a huge 300 million dollar project with us!”
Nash leaned back, feigning surprise. “Wow, that’s amazing.”
Hera beamed. “It must be thanks to Uncle… he’s been involved in so many big deals at Drake.”
Nash chuckled softly. “Stop it with that nonsense. It’s all thanks to me. So, how are you going to thank me?”
Hera wrinkled her nose, teasing, “Hmph, you’re not my uncle. We’ll stop here. I’ve got to head to the company for an emergency meeting.”
With that, she quickly ended the call, leaving Nash alone in his thoughts. He tossed his phone aside and yawned again, stretching lazily.
The old phone on the bedside table rang, breaking the stillness. Nash picked it up and glanced at the screen—no caller ID. The number was familiar, though. He had only shared this number with two people: Stellar and Brian.
Since Stellar’s number was an unusual seven-digit one, this call had to be from Brian.
Nash answered, his tone casual, “What is it?”
“Grandmaster, would you like to go out for a drink?” Brian’s voice came through immediately.
“If you’ve got something to say, just say it,” Nash replied flatly.
Brian hesitated before speaking carefully. “Mr. Watson wants to meet with you.”
“No,” Nash responded without a second thought. He’d given the Watsons a chance yesterday, and they hadn’t taken it seriously.
Brian’s voice turned apologetic. “Grandmaster, to be honest, I usually bring colleagues up to the mountains for free clinics. Mr. Watson even donated 30 million yesterday to support the clinic.”
Nash smirked. “Is this supposed to be a good thing?”
Brian sighed. “I didn’t want to accept it either, but I can’t ignore the poverty in those mountains. The people there are suffering—no food, no warm clothes, no access to proper medical care. It hurts to see them like that.”
Nash raised a hand, cutting him off. “Alright, enough with the tricks. Take him to where we had dinner yesterday.”
Brian hesitated but agreed. “Understood, Grandmaster.”
Nash smiled inwardly. Despite Brian’s sincerity, he wasn’t fooled by the donation—it was a mere facade to win his favor. But Brian genuinely wanted to help the people in the mountains, and that meant something.
Nash stood up, dressed quickly, and made his way out the door.
Outside, three luxury Rolls-Royce cars were parked in front of a restaurant called “Blessing,” drawing the attention of passersby. The doors of the cars opened, revealing several bodyguards followed by middle-aged men in traditional suits. Two elderly individuals, dignified in their appearance, walked alongside a beautiful woman in her twenties.
“Grandpa, are we really going to eat at such a dirty place?” one of the elderly men asked with visible distaste, eyeing the humble restaurant.