The Returned Heiress Who Had It All (Cassia) novel Chapter 519

Chapter 519 Seven’s Counter–Attack

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Seven bit back a laugh, unbuckled his seatbelt, stepped out of the car, and walked over to Nathan.

“Old man, that was a lot of drama for a guy who didn’t get hit.”

Nathan’s brain short–circuited for a second.

He recovered fast, though–plopped himself right down on the ground, started writhing around with impressive flexibility for a man his age, and whipped out his phone.

“Can’t you see you hit me? Pay up! Medical fees and emotional distress–right now! Or I’m calling the cops!”

“I hit you?”

Seven put his hands on his hips, glanced at the QR code swinging from Nathan’s neck, and looked at the old man like he’d lost his mind.

“Old man, if you’re going to run a scam, at least make it look convincing. You’re not bleeding, you’re not bruised, and you’re flopping around on the ground like a fish out of water. There isn’t a single scratch on the bumper. You could call the cops right now, and they wouldn’t believe a word of it.”

Nathan blinked, momentarily stunned.

His gut told him the young man standing over him was operating on a completely different level from the usual marks.

“I… Look, whatever! You hit me, and that’s that! You owe me money! Judging by the car you’re driving, I’ll be generous. Give me this much.” Nathan held up four fingers.

“Four dollars? Sure thing.” Seven grinned, pulled out his wallet, peeled off four crisp one- dollar bills, and tossed them into Nathan’s face like he was discarding used napkins.

“Screw your four dollars! I want 40,000! Forty! Thousand!” Nathan felt like he’d been personally, deeply, and profoundly insulted. He scrambled to his feet in a burst of indignant energy and grabbed Seven by the collar.

“You little punk–you messing with me?”

“You’re the one who’s been messing with people I’m just giving you a taste of your own medicine.”

Mid–sentence, Seven swatted Nathan’s hand away, locked onto his arm in a lightning–fast

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grapple, wrenched it behind his back, and slammed the old man face–first into the dirt. Before Nathan could so much as wheeze, Seven was sitting squarely on top of him.

“Ow–oww! Stop! That hurts!” Nathan couldn’t believe it. This skinny kid looked like a stiff breeze could knock him over, but the strength pinning him down was terrifying.

“Listen up, old man–not everybody’s money is yours for the taking.” Seven clamped down hard, driving his knee into Nathan’s back. Nathan felt like someone had rammed a steel rod straight through his spine. The pain was blinding.

The realization hit him like ice water: he’d kicked the wrong hornet’s nest.

“I’m sorry! I was wrong! I’ll never do it again! Just let me go! O*… it hurts!”

“Tell your two little friends hiding in those bushes to get lost,” Seven said, calm as could be.

“Wh… what?”

Nathan’s eyes went saucer–wide.

This man… how–how did he know two others were hiding in the shadows?

He’d been planning to call Hugo and his buddy out the second Seven let him up–have them rush in and jump the kid from behind.

But this man had spotted them before Nathan had even opened his mouth.

“How… how did you know?” Nathan stammered, shaking from the pain and from pure, raw fear.

“Hah! These little tricks of yours? My boss was pulling stunts ten times more sophisticated back in grade school.” Seven lifted his chin proudly. He punctuated the point by pressing down harder.

“Now, stop wasting my time and tell them to ru”

Nathan winced in agony. He didn’t dare try any more funny business and screamed at the top of his lungs, “Hugo! You hear me?! Get out of here! Now! Run!”

Hugo and the other thug had been hiding in the underbrush, and they’d been trembling like leaves ever since they watched Seven take Nathan down in two moves flat. When they heard Seven tell them to get the hell out of there, their legs had turned to jelly.

Nathan’s scream was just the final push. They dropped their clubs and disappeared into the trees so fast they left dust trails.

“Scram!”

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Seven grabbed Nathan by the arm, hauled himself up, yanked the old man to his feet in one motion, and shoved him forward with enough force to send him stumbling.

Nathan barely caught himself before face–planting.

“Thank you, sir! Thank you!” Nathan spun around and ran like his life depended on it, which, honestly, it might have.

Seven slid back into the driver’s seat and turned to Draven with the self–satisfied grin of a golden retriever who’d just fetched a particularly impressive stick. “So, Boss? How was that? The grappling I’ve been learning from you–not bad, right?”

Draven glanced at him. One word. “Drive.”

Seven’s grin deflated.

Fine. Fine, fine. The girl mattered more than his feelings. He was just the chauffeur. He got it.

Seven started the engine, and the Volkswagen resumed its glacial, bone–rattling crawl into the heart of Chesthale.

Back at the Scotts‘ villa.

The moment lunch was over, Richard took Cassia straight to the massive distribution warehouse near the Hummer Plantation.

“Boss, all the fruit harvested from the plantation gets trucked here first. We pack everything into parcels and ship them out to different cities and regions from this hub.”

“Mm.”

They didn’t just have physical stores–they had online shops on every major e–commerce platform, too.

Back in the early days, the sorting and packing had been done by hundreds of employees working in rotating shifts, which Cassia had found painfully slow and a massive drain on manpower. That was why she and Richard had gone out and invested in the latest fleet of automated robots.

Now, with Al handling the heavy lifting, the plantation’s operational efficiency was about to take a quantum leap forward.