Chapter 1827 Apologized Unwillingly
Seeing that, Ashton went after her. He had just taken two steps when Nathaniel called him back. “Ashton! Remember that your life is mine, and I can take it away anytime! Don’t be too arrogant!”
Ashton paused midstride, but he didn’t turn back. After listening to the man, he continued chasing after Ramona.
If I were in his shoes, I would make the same choice.
After all, how many people in this world can have Nathaniel showing them mercy?
As soon as they left, Theodore and Desmond quietly made themselves scarce as well.
When everyone was gone, Nathaniel deflated. He propped his hand with the gun on the table, seemingly thinking about something or other.
“Are you feeling distressed now? It doesn’t feel good to hurt someone who only has eyes for you, huh?” I tactlessly teased him. In a rare moment, Nathaniel treated me with a hint of impatience. “What nonsense are you spouting?”
It was as though he couldn’t tell that Ramona had feelings for him.
Hmm, this is even better. It’s easiest for trouble to arise when feelings are fuzzy. Once there’s a rift and Nathaniel’s faction fractures, the risk will become much lower. Human life is of no value here, but I want Ashton to live!
“Then, just regard it as nonsensical talk. Drive me home.” Shrugging, I got up and left the crime scene.
Nathaniel couldn’t say no to me, so he chased after me shortly after.
When we reached the gate of the villa, a man in traditional attire walked out from the side all of a sudden and blocked our path.
“Mr. Jensen would like to see you.”
Those words were directed at Nathaniel, making it apparent that they were acquainted.
Since he knew this place and even exhibited such a pompous attitude in front of Nathaniel, his position among these people is definitely not to be underestimated.
“Did he say why?” Nathaniel asked.
“You’ll know when you arrive.” As the traditionally-attired man said that, he glanced at me and added somberly, “Mr. Jensen specifically requested that you bring Ms. Stovall along.”
After he had said that, he whirled around and led the way ahead of us.
Nathaniel’s expression was solemn. He reached out and placed a hand on my back in reassurance. “You don’t need to say anything. I’ll handle everything.”
Then, he pushed me along and followed after the man.
After a two-hour drive, followed by a ferry ride, we finally arrived at our destination in the middle of the sea. It was a luxurious yacht. To be precise, it was a cruise ship.
When we had boarded the ship, a server led us to an opulent private room on the cruise ship.
The space on the ship was limited, but the room didn’t feel cramped at all. Despite Nathaniel’s height, he could still stand upright without banging his head against the ceiling.
When we stepped into the room, the mysterious Mr. Jensen was having a shave. He was lounging on the single couch with his eyes closed as though he was asleep.
“They’re here.” The man in traditional attire stood beside the man.
Garrett Jensen murmured an acknowledgment without even opening his eyes. “Where are we now?”
“We’re going to enter international waters soon,” the man replied.
International waters weren’t under the jurisdiction of any country. For that reason, it was a paradise of crime.
Hearing that, Garrett slowly opened his eyes and tilted his head to look at Nathaniel. His cloudy eyes shone with undisguised shrewdness. “I heard that quite a lot of things have happened in the organization recently?”
“They’re just some minor issues, and I’ve resolved everything,” Nathaniel answered with his gaze fixated ahead, neither servile nor overbearing.
“If that were truly the case, it wouldn’t have come to my knowledge.” Garrett languidly sat up from the couch. Taking the face towel, he wiped his face. Then, he got to his feet and headed to the desk further in the room. “Desmond and the others were all people who worked with me back then. Their merit is indispensable to the success of the organization today. Therefore, you’ve got to be mindful of the method you deal with things when it comes to them.”
Nathaniel’s brows furrowed slightly, and he lowered his eyes before apologizing unwillingly, “It was my oversight in handling Mr. Chadwick’s matter. I’m sorry.”
Hmm? Did he deliberately ask us here so he could stand up for his good friend who died?
Unexpectedly, Garrett waved a dismissive hand after hearing that. “Huh? No, you handled it very well. It’s nothing to sacrifice a chess piece that can’t keep up with the pace. There’s nothing regretful about that.”
Uh… Is this the kind of friendship these people have?
