The Returned Heiress Who Had It All (Cassia) novel Chapter 518

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Chapter 518 A Shaky Shakedown

Chapter 518 A Shaky Shakedown

“Don’t worry, we’re here!”

“We’ll get you down right now!”

The two lackeys reached for the ropes.

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Nathan heard voices, and his clouded eyes snapped open. He didn’t even care who it was–he thrashed wildly, grasping at straws.

“Quick! Get us down! Whoever you are, I’m the mayor! I’ll split the profits with you! Just get me down!”

“For real?” One of the lackeys‘ eyes lit up, and he worked the knots faster.

The moment Nathan realized it was just his own men, his temper flared through the heat exhaustion.

“You idiots! Why did it take you so long? Half my profits? Keep dreaming!”

They finally got them down.

Nathan stood hunched to one side, clutching his back. Bryan lay on the ground like a sack of bricks, completely unconscious.

“What took you so long? Ow… The pain… It’s killing me! Since you didn’t save us in time, what I just said doesn’t count!” Nathan cursed and grumbled while clutching his lower back.

“Boss, you can’t blame us. We had to make sure Richard and his people had left before we dared show our faces.” One of the lackeys–a tall skinny guy named Hugo Kingston–started massaging Nathan’s shoulders like a lapdog.

“Whatever. Get Bryan to the clinic. His backside is toast. Literally. I don’t know if he’ll ever sit again. Nathan waved them off, glancing down at his son’s charred remains.

The lackeys hauled Bryan to the town’s private inic.

After dropping Bryan off, Nathan and his crew turned to the road.

“Boss, are we still going to squat here? This is the Richard guy’s road, after all. He’ll definitely come looking for trouble again.” Hugo got goosebumps just thinking about Nathan and Bryan hanging there for three hours.

“What are you afraid of? If you’re scared, get lost I’ll make the big money

alone!”

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Nathan was dismissive. He had already applied medicine, and his skin wasn’t as swollen anymore, so his pain was quickly forgotten once the wound started to heal.

Damn it, treating a sunburn and a fire burn had cost him tens of thousands of dollars in one go. He had no other skills; if he didn’t rely on this to make money, how would he survive? How would he pay for Bryan’s treatment?

The more he thought about it, the more Nathan’s eyes lit up. He focused on the road with even more intensity.

He had to earn back those medical expenses!

While Cassia and her team were having lunch at the Scotts‘ villa, a Volkswagen was bouncing along the uneven dirt road toward Chesthale.

Seven had a death grip on the wheel, navigating each pothole like it was a landmine.

“Dear God, what is Ms. Cassia doing out here? This road is so bumpy–my breakfast is about to be shaken out of me…”

“If you don’t like it, you can always stay at Dunstino Bay and keep Sterling company.” A cool voice drifted from the back seat.

Seven glanced in the rearview mirror. Draven was sitting with his arms folded, one leg draped casually over the other, radiating that effortless, untouchable aura of his. The car was shaking like a blender, but the man looked like he was lounging in the VIP section of a five- star hotel–steady as a mountain, not a hair out of place.

Seven pouted.

He was just venting, not quitting.

And seriously–how? They were sitting in the exact same car, on the exact same nightmare of

a road.

Seven was bouncing around like he was on a rollercoaster, and Draven somehow hadn’t shifted a single inch. How was that physically possible?

“Mr. Grey, Ms. Wood’s already at the town. She’s at the Scott Group CEO’s villa. Seven reported while he checked the GPS tracker.

“Scott Group…”

Draven’s brow twitched ever so slightly.

He knew Rosalie’s father was the Scott Group CEO, and that Rosalie had invited Cassia to Chesthale, so it made perfect sense she’d be at the Scouts villa.

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But for some reason he couldn’t quite name, hearing Seven say those words out loud gave him a faint, prickly feeling of irritation.

“Faster,” Draven said, his gaze fixed on the agonizingly slow–moving scenery outside the window.

Seven wanted to cry.

I know you want to see your girl, Boss. I want to go faster, too. But have you looked at this road?

Seriously–who paved this thing? If I ever find out who did it, I swear I’ll drag that person here, make them stand over it every single day, and force them to redo the whole thing from scratch!

While Seven was spiraling in his internal rant, an old man hurled himself out from the roadside, directly into the path of the car.

“Holy-!” Seven was already crawling along slower than a snail. He stomped the brake, and the car stopped smoothly, well short of contact.

But the old man didn’t let that stop him–he flung himself onto the hood with the dramatic flair of a soap opera star.

“Ow… ohhh, the pain…” The old man’s face twisted into a bizarre mashup of resentment and constipation as he pointed a trembling finger at the windshield.

“You… You hit me! You hit an old man!”

Draven’s car had been custom–fitted; every window was covered in a special tint that made it impossible to see inside from the outside. So Nathan was pointing blindly, guessing where the driver was, convinced he was jabbing his finger right at the guilty party. From Seven’s seat, though, it looked like a deranged old man was passionately accusing the empty air to his right, mouth flapping at nothing.