Chapter 902

Nathaniel saw Damian sitting as he exited the interrogation room. Damian leaped to his feet. "You swindled my family's properties and made a fool of me, you bastard!"

"Let me offer some advice, you little prick. Think before you speak. How did I make a fool of you? If I recall correctly, you reported your own sister to the police."

"Tsk, tsk, you'd even press charges against your own family, and now you slander me! Officers, I request a thorough investigation of this man. Something is seriously wrong with him!"

Nathaniel’s self-satisfaction was barely concealed. Joseph's suicide attempt had slightly delayed his plans, but it didn't matter. Even if he’d been paralyzed, he couldn't convict me. I covered my tracks long ago. My plans were meticulously executed.

Damian, enraged, lunged at Nathaniel, but the police officers immediately restrained him.

Nathaniel grew bolder. "Look at him! He's violent! I suspect his accusations of kidnapping and swindling are delusional. Investigate his mental state. We can't let such people endanger the public!"

"Drop dead, Nate!" Damian roared, furious that this man he'd dismissed had taken everything he wanted and was now mocking him. Worse, he'd manipulated his entire family.

"Tsk, tsk, no need for such language," Nathaniel said, taking two steps back and glancing over his shoulder. "Oh, I forgot. Your Uncle Derrick signed the share transfer agreement."

"Once I finalize everything, Tanner Corporation becomes Hall Corporation. It'll have nothing to do with you or your family, you little prick."

"You… ahh!"

A booming voice interrupted, "Who says Tanner Corporation will change its name?"

Nathaniel spun around, stunned.

Derrick strode in, impeccably dressed in a dark gray haute couture suit, his hair meticulously combed. He looked vibrant, not like a dying man.

"You…" Nathaniel stared, disbelieving, wondering if he was hallucinating. Impossible! My men were guarding him. How did he get here? And he looks… incredible. How is this possible?

"Why? Unhappy to see me? Didn't you say I'd transferred the shares? You should be delighted, shouldn't you?" Derrick asked, a cold smile playing on his lips.

Nathaniel gulped, a sense of impending doom washing over him. He knew he had to maintain his composure.

He forced a smile. "Yes, of course! I assumed you were unwell and needed rest, but since you're here, let's finish this. How's your wife? I heard she's not well. Why don't you go home to her afterward? You can leave everything to me."

It was a thinly veiled threat against Derrick's wife. Nathaniel wasn't sure if both husband and wife had escaped or just Derrick. The lack of calls from his men left him uneasy.