Chapter 39

Upon hearing Cain’s words, Nash sighed inwardly. His worst fear had been realized: the people Cain mentioned were the Kleins.

“If you don’t want to die, answer my question…” Nash approached Cain, the syringe needle gleaming chillingly in his hand.

Cain’s lips trembled. “You… you’re not one of them?” he stammered, realizing that if Nash were, he wouldn't be questioning Cain’s actions against Herman.

“Who’s this ‘they’ you’re referring to?” Nash asked calmly.

Cain hesitated. Nash snorted coldly, jabbing the syringe into Cain’s chest and slowly depressing the plunger.

“Don’t… I’ll talk… I’ll talk…” Cain exclaimed, his pupils constricting.

Nash withdrew the syringe, his gaze cold. Cain took a deep breath. “I don’t know who they are. They gave me two hundred million and asked me to eliminate Herman.” He glanced nervously at Nash’s icy expression. “I refused, but they threatened my family. I told them Herman was terminally ill, but they gave me a potion to inject into him, ensuring untraceability.”

“Then why is Herman better now?” Nash asked indifferently, subtly deflecting suspicion from himself.

Cain offered a bitter smile. “A villager from Tili Mountain miraculously saved him.”

“Was the nanny’s death also your doing?” Nash pressed.

Cain vehemently shook his head. “No! It must have been them.”

Nash raised the syringe, a drop of liquid clinging to the needle. “Does Hubert’s family know?”

Cain shuddered, nodding quickly. “Yes. They said they’d give me half if I helped them acquire the Lewis assets.”

A deafening gunshot shattered the silence. Nash shoved Cain aside as a three-centimeter bullet grazed his temple, blasting a hole in the concrete wall. He spun toward the window, his gaze fixed on a distant skyscraper. Another shot rang out. Nash caught the bullet with two fingers.

From a skyscraper window a kilometer away, a middle-aged man in a security uniform, his face shocked, disassembled his sniper rifle and fled.

An hour later, patrol cars swarmed the Lewis estate. The Lewis family, wide-awake and fearful, huddled in Herman’s villa living room.

Harrison asked, concerned, “Uncle, have you offended anyone recently?”

Cain shook his head repeatedly. “I’m just an old man. I’ve long since retired from business. How could I have offended anyone?” He dared not reveal his plot to kill his brother for money, fearing the damage to his family’s reputation.

“I bet it’s all because of that jinx, Nash!” Rooney muttered scornfully.

Lauren glared at Rooney. “Why bring Nash into this? He’s already gone. What else do you want?”

“Before Nash arrived, everything was fine. But since he came, the old man fell ill, and then…”

“Shut it!” Lauren snapped.