Chapter 29

A flash of hostility ignited in Herman’s eyes. “Bastards! How dare they lie to me?!” He stormed out of the office building.

Hubert called his daughter. “Has Mr. Zoel settled everything?”

“It’s done, Dad. Get someone to destroy all surveillance footage of Lewis Estate immediately!”

“Right away!”

At Baroque’s headquarters, Hera brought Nash to the president’s office. Harrison and Lauren sat on the sofa, their expressions somber. Lauren, though nearly fifty, looked much younger, her skin remarkably well-maintained.

“Dad, Mom…” Hera greeted them, sitting on the opposite sofa.

“Uncle, Aunt!” Nash sat beside her.

Harrison and Lauren exchanged worried glances. Hera asked softly, “Did something happen?”

Harrison sighed. “Your grandfather reclaimed the Royal Bay villa…”

Hera offered a faint smile. “I suspected as much.”

Lauren turned to Nash. “Nashy, can you quickly restore the old man’s memory?”

Nash frowned, pondering. “Holistic medicine is the only option, and that will take a month.”

Lauren smiled bitterly. “His memory loss doesn’t affect you, but Hubert’s family is scheming; you’ll likely be expelled.”

Hera took Nash’s hand, her eyes reddening. “What do we do?”

Nash smiled. “We wait for the old man to recover.” He wrote a prescription, handing it to Harrison. “This will repair the nerves in Mr. Lewis’s brain.”

Harrison accepted it, a wry smile playing on his lips. “Will he take it?”

Nash shook his head. “No. You’ll have to find a way.”

A call from Herman came through. He barked, “Harrison, I’m inspecting Baroque and your home in two days. I don’t want to see that wildling!”

Harrison had put him on speakerphone. Hera heard her grandfather’s domineering voice and gripped Nash’s hand tighter. Harrison looked at Nash helplessly. Herman controlled 40% of Baroque’s shares; he dared not disobey.

Nash nodded calmly. Harrison replied, “Yes, Chairman…”

Their father’s transformation had lifted them from the abyss to the peak, only to plunge them back into hell.

Herman snorted upon hearing “Chairman.” “Also, I’ll have Helena get the Watsons to help restart your partnership with Drake Group. Fail again, and don’t blame me.” He ended the call.

Harrison slowly lowered the phone, misery etched on his face. Once, a Drake Group partnership would have been a boon. Now, they relied on Helena and the Watsons – accepting alms from his brother’s family.

Lauren produced a bank card. “Nashy, keep a low profile. This has about $200,000 for your living expenses this month…”