“Do you know someone here?” Yasmin asked with a hint of nervousness in her voice.


    “One of my friends just bought this industrial zone!” Nash replied with a smile.


    “Must be rich!” Yasmin remarked in awe.


    “Thank you for helping me yesterday. Do let me know your bank ount number, and I’ll return the


    money to you!”


    “There’s no need. It was just a small amount!” Yasmin waved her hands dismissively. She then


    inquired, “You didn’te here just to repay me, did you?”


    “No, I came to ask about the hieroglyphs on your arm,” Nash exined with a smile.


    “Have you seen these hieroglyphs before?” Yasmin stared intently at Nash.


    “Yes… I have,” Nash answered, but he did not borate further.


    “Do you know the origin of these hieroglyphs?” Yasmin continued her questioning.


    “I don’t… I’m also looking for someone to study these hieroglyphs,” Nash said, leaning back in his


    chair. Squinting his eyes, he asked, “When your grandfather was young, was he in the Young Family


    Vige?”


    Hearing the name Young Family Vige, a subtle change flickered in Yasmin’s eyes. She shook her


    head. “No, my grandfather managed a scrap yard, and he never left it!”


    Exclusive ? content by N(?)ve/l/Drama.Org.


    Nash sensed Yasmin was lying. Her grandfather was most likely associated with the Youngs.


    Yet, he could not determine if her grandfather was a betrayer or a trusted member of the Youngs.


    The fire might have destroyed the entire vige, but it could not be ruled out that there might be loyal


    members who simply did not return to the vige in time.


    If Yasmin’s grandfather was the one who betrayed the Youngs, he should have prospered after leaving


    the vige. His descendants would not be so destitute that they would work as general workers in


    factories.


    Given the circumstances, Nash concluded that Yasmin’s grandfather was a loyal member of the


    Youngs. Pondering this, he slowly said, “I’m a direct descendant of the Youngs, and the hieroglyphs on


    your arm must have originated from our lineage.”


    Yasmin suddenly looked up, her eyes locking onto Nash’s.


    Her grandfather had told her about the Youngs and warned her not to reveal the information about the


    Youngs easily, or she would face deadly consequences.


    The Youngs… no longer existed.


    She was uncertain whether to trust the man before her.


    “Have you seen this ring before?”


    Nash lifted his right hand, revealing a dragon-engraved ring.


    Her gaze locked onto the ring, and she nodded. “I’ve seen it before… My grandfather drew it.


    He said it was the insignia of the sessive chieftains of the Youngs.”


    After saying this, her eyes brightened. “You… You really are from the Youngs!”


    Nash gently nodded. “Now… can you tell me about your grandfather?”


    “Can… Can I call my brother over?”


    Yasmin asked hesitantly.


    Nash nodded with a smile. “Call him over.”


    Yasmin stood up and walked out.


    She went to the textile factory, located her brother by athe, and informed him of Nash’s identity.


    The burly man furrowed his eyebrows. “You’re not a kid anymore. Do you still believe just about


    everything people say?”


    Yasmin replied anxiously, “But he has the dragon ring that grandfather drew! It’s the emblem of the


    Youngs’ chieftains!”


    The burly man thoughtfully threw a piece of fabric onto the table. “Take me to see it, then!”


    Grandpa had mentioned if they were able to locate one of the Youngs, their future would be set.


    They both made their way to the conference room where Nash was. Upon entering, the burly man


    immediately recognized Xeno. and eximed in shock, “A-Aren’t you… Mr. Hun?”