?Chapter 2362


    In the dimly lit room, Grant''s expression hardened into a cold, brooding gaze. Yet, he remainedposed, neither arrogant nor meek, his eyes fixed on Lucas as steadily as the tranquil surface of a lifeless pond that has remained undisturbed for ages.


    Their eyes met, and Lucas''s brow twitched violently. A chill crept up his neck, sending goosebumps racing across his skin.


    "What do I know? Uncle, I don''t quite understand what you''re implying," Grant murmured, narrowing his ghostly


    eyes.


    "Heh, I see you''ve mastered Gregory''s art of ying dumb perfectly, just like a true Salvador heir!"


    Lucas took a sharp drag from his cigar, purposefully exhaling a thick plume of smoke in Grant''s direction, knowing full well it would aggravate his health. His every move was taunting and provocative.


    "Back then, you hired Jeremy and paid him handsomely to orchestrate the kidnapping of you and that bastard child. Throughout the whole process, you stayed in the shadows, masterminding every detail. You ensured they''d receive over a billion in ransom and even promised an additional fifty million as a reward. Fifty million! Twenty years ago, that was no small amount!"


    Grant listened calmly, his expression detached and distant, as if merely observing a tragedy unfold before him. His gaze was as bleak and lifeless as a deste winter night.


    "Your n was simple. To stage the kidnapping of the Salvador brothers, then take the opportunity to kill Justin. At that time, Gregory was only an acting chairman, with the true power of the Salvador Corporation still in the hands of the Old Master Nigel. Ever since Justin''s arrival, your status in the family plummeted, and the old man began to favor you less and less.


    "So, you devised this scheme to eliminate Justin-your rival for affection and inheritance-and use your involvement in the kidnapping to avoid suspicion. The tragedy would reignite the Old Master Nigel''s love and concern for you. After all, without Justin, you''d be the sole grandson of the Salvador family. How could he not dote on you again?"


    Lucas continued, "Heh, to think that a 15-year-old coulde up with such a ruthless and calcted n... You really were something, just like me in my younger days!"


    Grant''s lips curled faintly at thatst remark, but the thought only made him sick. He was like no one else. He was himself-peerless, untouchable, and above all.


    "But back then, you were still too naive, too foolish. All you had was theory, and you overlooked the darker depths of human nature." Lucas smirked, hisughter dripping with mockery. "You didn''t foresee Jeremy''s greed. He broke your deal and turned you into a hostage as well, demanding an astronomical ransom from the Salvador family. Worse, he even nned to release Justin while keeping you back as his personal punching bag, a bargaining chip to squeeze even more money out of the Salvadors."


    "Why? Because Justin, for all the drama, was just an illegitimate child with no im to the family empire. But you were the rightful heir, the eldest grandson. Of course, the kidnappers would target you who else would they terrorize? Haha! Poor nephew, you shot yourself in the foot!"


    Grant did not get angry. Instead, he chuckled softly. "Uncle, I see prison left you rather stifled. Now that you''re free, you''re overflowing with words."


    Yet there was one detail Lucas did not mention.


    When Grant discovered Jeremy''s true intentions, he used all his strength to help Justin escape, staying behind to endure the torment alone.


    If Jeremy was set on keeping him, then Grant might as well bargain for Justin''s safe return.


    The Salvador family''s illegitimate son came back unharmed, while the eldest son endured the kidnappers'' torment and severe injuries all for the sake of his half-brother.


    What a moving tale of brotherly love!


    Even if it cost him dearly, Grant ensured that Nigel, Gregory, and Justin would live with lifelong regret and guilt. Such deep calction at such a young age was truly terrifying.


    "Grant," Lucas sneered, his bloodshot eyes narrowing as his smile grew increasingly unsettling. "If the Salvador family and the public were to find out that the kidnapping twenty years ago was all your doing and that your current frailty is your own fault, how much sympathy do you think you''d have left? Old Master Nigel and Gregory would cast you aside, and you''d never have a chance at inheriting the Salvador empire."


    His tone dropped to an eerie calm. "So, be a good nephew. You''re already a member here. Don''t let ambition cloud your judgment."


    "I understand, Uncle," Grant said with a growing smile as he rose gracefully from the plush crimson sofa, his posture tall andmanding, his chin slightly raised. "I won''t intrude on your leisure any further. I''ll take my leave now."


    Lucas''s cold gaze lingered on his retreating figure. Slowly, he spoke again. "Grant, you should be grateful you''re the only child my sister left behind."This is property ? N?velDrama.Org.


    They were both intelligent men. The message needed no further boration.


    Grant suddenly paused, his back still to Lucas, andughed. "Uncle, the Fowler family is truly extraordinary. We''re a whole pack of mad dogs; every single one of us."