“What?!”


    Nash was taken aback.


    His father was still alive!


    Where was he?


    Was he also seeking revenge for the Youngs, just like him?


    “It was the right decision not to look for him! Since my father’s alive, he must be hiding under a


    pseudonym and deep in hiding!


    “If you


    had gone looking for him, not only would you expose yourself, but you’d also expose his whereabouts.


    That would’ve put you all in danger!”


    A smile appeared on Nash’s face as he rxed into the sofa. He started eating some fruits.


    “Congrattions Mr. Nash! The Youngs are bound to regain their glory!” Finn said sycophantically.


    Melody nced at Finn, stating coolly, “Doesn’t this guy know too much?”


    Nash also turned to look at him.


    Finn began to break into cold sweat, stammering, “M-Mr. Nash… You’ve done so much for me. My


    loyalty to you is clear for all to see!”


    Ever since he learned more about Nash’s identity, he felt fortunate to be working under him.


    He knew that following Nash would bring great opportunities.


    He had never once thought of betraying him.


    “Did I say anything?”


    Nash smiled. “I trust those I employ. If I doubted you, I wouldn’t have brought you to Young Gardens.”


    Finn wiped his sweat, looking timidly at Melody.


    “I was just saying,” Melody said without expression.


    Finn rolled his eyes at Melody. “Please don’t speak thoughtlessly next time. It can be deadly terrifying,


    you know?”


    Considering Melody’s grandmother was one of the Youngs and he had just started working for Nash, it


    was clear where they ranked.


    Melody turned her gaze back to Nash. “I also know the whereabouts of the third piece of the map!”


    Nash eagerly asked, “Where is it?”


    Melody tried recalling, “My grandmother mentioned it two years ago. Your grandfather’s distant cousin


    married a woman named Shanty Joe from Jonford… My grandmother once saw the piece at Shanty’s


    house. When reported to the n leader, your grandfather tried to


    retrieve it. Shanty revealed that the piece was sewn into an ancient painting at her home, but that


    painting had been gifted to her younger sister…”


    The wife of his grandfather’s distant cousin.


    She should be the same age as his grandfather.


    Thedy should still be alive.


    Nash took out his phone and dialed Xeno’s number. “Xeno, please help me look into families in Jonford


    with a woman named Shanty Joe. She should have a sister. I want all the details by tomorrow!”


    “Understood, Mr. Nash!”


    Xeno responded, and Nash ended the call.


    Melody said thoughtfully, “Even if we find three, there are still five out there. Trying to collect all eight is


    like finding a needle in a haystack!”


    Nash looked determined. “Dream City was the reason the Youngs were annihted. I must understand


    what kind of ce Dream City truly is.”


    ncing at the time, it was already past 10:00 pm.


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    Nash nned to call Hera to make up.


    “In a while, Maria will assign rooms for you two. Just stay here at Royal Bay. I’ll retire for the night.”


    With that, he walked upstairs.


    Finn eyed Melody’s voluptuous figure and grinned as he said, “Miss, I’m 32 this year, a top disciple of


    Salvia Path from Northdale Mountain, and a stage-six grandmaster. Most importantly, I’ve never had a


    girlfriend…”


    Melody coolly replied, “With such qualities, you shouldn’t waste them on any woman. Just stay single!”


    Nash returned to his room and dialed Hera’s number.


    Just as Hera was about to pick up her phone, Yvonne snatched it.


    She made a silent gesture, then turned on the loudspeaker and whispered, “Nash… Hera’s asleep…”


    Upon hearing Yvonne’s voice, Nash’s temper red. “Yvonne Mare, you’re 17 now. Shouldn’t you be


    more sensible? Do you realize how much harm your words have caused?”


    “Why would you say that? You brought a random woman homete at night. Is that sensible?”


    Yvonne retorted defiantly.


    Nash’s face turned dark. “Forget it, I’m not arguing with you. Tomorrow, I’ll have you shipped back to


    Capiton…”


    Yvonne quickly said to Hera, “See, Hera? He’s showing no remorse. He even said that I’m insensible…


    and he wants to send me back to Capiton…”


    “Just hang up and go to sleep!”


    Hera’s voice was raspy, drained from crying.


    Then, Yvonne obediently hung up.


    Nash’s mouth twitched, and hey down on the bed, feeling frustrated.