“Actually, in light of the Hernandez Group’s bankruptcy, the bank will be paying the family a visit today to confiscate their properties. Do you want to drop by their villa and watch the fun?”
Lucinda scowled at him.
“That’s just adding insult to injury. Do you take me as someone who would enjoy rubbing salt in one’s wound?”
A slow smile crept across Nathan’s Lips.
He didn’t nod or say anything, but his answer to her question was clear.
He showed her the text he had received.
Nathan had dispatched Sonny to gather evidence of Melody’s various crimes over the years. Sure enough, there was very little that money couldn’t do. All he needed was a checkbook, and Sonny was able to obtain every piece of proof from countless parties without any difficulty.
As efficient as he was, he had also sorted and organized the evidence and sent an electronic copy to Nathan.
“Take a look at that. Would you like to personally send her to prison?”
Lucinda ran her eyes over the file and smiled.
“Hmm, I don’t think I’m that noble, after all! I’ll be sure to drop by and scout the scene later!”
She just happened to have something to ask Melody before the latter was taken away to languish behind bars.
They finished eating, and Lucinda grabbed her purse and headed out.
They said goodbye at the garden, where Nathan stayed and watched her disappear through the gates. It was the first time he hadn’t asked to go with her when she left.
As soon as she was gone, however, he dropped the smile, and his face turned cold.
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Sonny came up behind him, having entered the premises through a back door so that he wouldn’t run into Lucinda.
“Boss, we captured Kyson last night. He is currently held in the suburbs. Do you want to go and see him?”
Nathan nodded.
“We will leave in half an hour.”
Thirty minutes later, they were speeding down the suburbs.
Kyson was imprisoned in an interrogation room on one of the National Security Bureau’s secret bases.
Nathan arrived to see him tied up to a cross. Kyson’s head hung limp over his neck. He appeared to be unconscious.
Without missing a beat, Sonny picked up a bucket of water and threw its contents at Kyson’s head.
Kyson slowly came to, and was instantly greeted by the sight of the imposing man sitting in a chair across from him. Nathan leaned back with one arm draped on the back of the chair, his legs crossed.