“No,” Fabian said tly.


    “Is that so?”


    Frankie chuckled awkwardly, finding it hard to believe that Fabian would risk his life toe to


    Drakonia without bringing the inheritance document.


    “I’ll go check on Melody and the others,” Nash stated. He was aware that his identity had yet to be


    verified, so they would not share many secrets with him.


    Besides, Fabian was not much for conversation. It made it awkward for Nash to just sit there.


    Hera had another sleepless night in Rex District.


    She and Yvonne spent the evening monitoring surveince feeds.


    That night, Nash did not return to Royal Bay.


    Yvonne spected that he might have checked into a hotel room with that woman.


    “What does she have that I don’t? That old woman isn’t even as young as me!”


    Hera sounded like she was close to crying.


    While ying her game, Yvonnemented, “Older women have their ways… If you want to capture a


    man’s heart, you’ve got to capture his soul…”


    “Let’s sleep and stop thinking about him!”


    Hera turned around, wiping away her tears.


    “I’ll sleep after this round!


    “These useless teammates! They dare to criticize me after ying so poorly. What’s wrong with me


    killing Yaria?


    “If you dare, turn on your mics!


    “If I don’t st you all, it’ll be disrespectful to the credibility score!”


    It was 8:00 am the next day, and Nash was sitting in front of Finn’s hospital bed, smoking.


    Finn coughed from the smoke. “Cough… Cough…”


    Nash smiled. “Want one?”


    Cigarettes contained nicotine, which could help alleviate pain somewhat.


    After the effects of the anesthesia wore off the previous night, Finn felt pain all over. He started taking


    ibuprofen and painkillers.


    Concerned about the side effects of taking too many painkillers, he asked Nash for a cigarette.


    Nash promptly bought a pack.


    Now, it was almost finished, with Finn having smoked more than half.


    “Give me one!”


    Finn said weakly.


    Nash took out thest cigarette, ced it in Finn’s mouth, and lit it for him.


    With both of Finn’s arms severely injured, Nash had to hold the cigarette for him.


    After a couple of puffs, Finn’s expression rxed.


    Nash grinned. “You did well protecting Fabianst night. What reward would


    you


    like?”


    He treated Finn like a younger brother, and he did not want him to go unrewarded.


    “Can I get cash?”


    Finn asked with a grin.


    After paying off his father’s debts, he was now penniless.


    He still wanted to buy back his father’s brick factory.


    “How much do you


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    you want?”


    “However much you can give!”


    Finn quickly responded, uncertain of a specific amount.


    Asking for too little would be a loss.


    Asking for too much might make Mr. Nash think he was greedy.


    “I don’t have much on me right now…”


    Before Nash could finish, Theo called.


    “Nashy… I drank too much yesterday. I heard you were looking for me?” Theo saidzily.