Chapter 35

Walter turned to a short-haired woman in a suit, leather shoes, and glasses behind him. “Write me a check for thirty million dollars.”

The secretary produced a checkbook and pen from her briefcase. She quickly wrote the amount, detached the check, and handed it to Walter.

“I heard you recently led a group conducting free clinics in impoverished mountain areas, Dr. Tanner!”

Walter smiled, handing the check to Brian. “The Watsons are charitable and want to contribute to the free clinic project.”

The project's cost was minimal; the thirty million dollars was essentially a bribe. Brian was a renowned doctor, and a direct approach would likely fail. However, this high-minded reason would be difficult to refuse.

Brian saw through Walter's maneuver almost instantly. After a moment's hesitation, he accepted the check. “On behalf of the mountain patients, I thank you, Mr. Watson. I’ll speak to my grandmaster again, but I must reiterate that I hope you won’t have unrealistic expectations.”

Nash returned to Hera’s apartment. Sitting on the sofa, he played a copied video recording from the Lewis family estate on his phone, seeking to identify Herman’s assailant.

Initially, he suspected Helena’s family. However, Nash sensed Hubert wasn't the mastermind; someone else within Hubert's family was involved. Direct questioning of Hubert would likely prove fruitless, so he had to investigate independently.

After reviewing nearly a half-month’s worth of surveillance footage, he found no suspicious individuals. Hannah, responsible for her nephew’s daily school transport, came and went each morning and evening. She appeared relaxed at work, often chatting and laughing with Maria.

On the 23rd, three days before the incident, Cain called Hannah outside. The footage showed Cain taking Hannah to the garden, where he reprimanded her, apparently for neglecting the garden’s greenery.

In the following days, Hannah became withdrawn and lost her usual cheer. She even knocked over several glasses of water while serving Herman tea.

The doorbell rang. Nash, stepping onto the soft carpet, approached the door and peered through the peephole. A man in a sun hat and blue delivery uniform, carrying a food package, stood outside.

Nash narrowed his eyes. “Who is it?”

“Food delivery!”

“I didn’t order anything…”

“Someone ordered it for you!”

“Who?”

“Ask the restaurant!”

The delivery man urged impatiently, “Hurry up! I have another delivery.”

Nash opened the door. The delivery man swiftly produced a knife and lunged at Nash. Nash grabbed the man’s wrist, stepped on his foot, and subdued him. As the man struggled to rise, Nash pinned him with a foot. “Who are you?”

The assassination attempt was clearly directed at Hera. Nash prevented the man from placing the food down, wanting information. The delivery man remained silent, struggling.

Nash pressed again, “One more chance. Talk, or die…”

“You people killed my son! I’ll kill you all!” The delivery man growled.

Nash frowned. “Your son?”

“My son?! Do you think you can buy his life with two hundred thousand?”