Author: 冬瓜茶仙人 / Winter Melon Tea Immortal

Translator: Kinky || https://kinkytranslations.com/

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Chapter 150

“I don’t care about the causes and effects. I just want to know how much damage was done to the warehouse,” Adan said sternly as he walked past the crowd. The fire was completely extinguished, but the mix of burnt smell and steam, combined with the still hot air, was very unpleasant.

The people who were blocked by his words were full of frustration, but they didn’t dare say anything more. They had to follow him sullenly. A path had already been cleared for them, but since they didn’t dare move the goods without permission, most of it was haphazardly piled on either side.

Alexander was there with more than ten people—armed, with others taking care of the firefighting. His main role was to maintain order on behalf of Louis and prevent those detained workers from being beaten to death by the Bravi family members.

Alexander did not go deep into the warehouse. Adan appreciated this favor from Louis, and his face softened when he saw him.

“We caught four arsonists, and another one fell unconscious on a pile of debris in the chaos. The body has already been taken away,” Alexander said. “The boss has sealed off the entire street—everyone nearby at the time was gathered in the front building. After routine questioning, they will all be released since many of them were guests who got caught up in this.”

Adan nodded. “I’ll send someone to handle the explanations and apologies, and compensation will come from my account.”

It was only right. Although Alexander was Louis’s assistant, he was much easier to get along with. He smiled and glanced discreetly at a small group of people not far away.

They were Bravi’s men, Adan’s cousin. Bravi was a good-for-nothing who used his connection to Adan to throw his weight around. Seeing trouble, he wanted to show off but ended up getting himself into trouble and was severely beaten in the chaos. Many people’s emotions were stirred up, and it’s hard to say if some of them didn’t just take the chance to vent personal grievances against him.

This was also why that group was extremely dissatisfied and wanted Adan to come and take charge. Bravi was badly hurt and had been sent to the doctor, along with two loyal lackeys. Given the severe outcome, they thought it ridiculous and unforgivable that Alexander had only caught four workers.

In their view, this was absurd and unacceptable. After all, Alexander was Louis’s man, and they interpreted his inaction as a sign that Louis was openly opposing Adan, which made them doubly frustrated.

Adan clearly understood the nature of his cousin’s family. If it weren’t for his mother’s personal request, he wouldn’t have given a job to such a troublesome relative.

But appearances had to be maintained.

“How is Bravi?” he asked casually while watching his subordinates check the items.

“He wasn’t touched by the fire but was injured by the agitated crowd and was carried to the carriage,” Alexander said objectively, which inevitably drew a few hostile glances.

“You say it lightly,” a short-haired man sneered at him. “Have you ever experienced bleeding so much?”

“Maybe that’s exactly what he expected,” someone added in a not-too-loud voice.

Adan frowned.

It wasn’t a secret that Alexander came from Paradise Island since he was brought out by Fahim—those who were a bit older had heard rumors about the White Wolf. If he hadn’t been born sick and destined not to live long, the head of the family at that time could have ended up differently.

Alexander was brought back when his condition hadn’t yet worsened dramatically. At that time, he was one of the most prominent figures in the family, and his background couldn’t be hidden.

Although no one tried to hide it.

Now, hearing these comments, it was unclear if it was due to anger at Louis for not arresting enough people or if they genuinely thought Alexander had some connection with those workers. Either way, this trend was dangerous.

“I must stay to check the warehouse,” Adan said decisively to Alexander. “Send a few people with you to calm the people in the building. Those workers should be handed over to Louis.”

Alexander nodded. He was used to this kind of malicious discrimination and wouldn’t lose his composure over a couple of sarcastic remarks. At this moment, someone sent by Louis came to fetch him, so he took the opportunity to return to the office.

“Where are the workers being held?” Alexander asked after getting into the carriage.

“In the same building but locked in the basement. They’ve already been questioned once and haven’t been given water,” a young man replied.

The carriage jolted a bit. Having been working overtime for several days, Alexander needed to focus intently to read the initial written reports clearly. As he read, his brows furrowed more and more.

Those workers seemed to have nothing left to lose. After being caught, they didn’t stay silent but vented their endless resentment at the interrogators. Filtering out the overly subjective and intense content, Alexander found that their reason for causing the disturbance was that “their relatives and lovers were killed in the inner city”. This wasn’t groundless anger. He did have some vague memories of the names mentioned in the report.

Because he had sorted through those files himself.

But the names listed had received compensation, based on his fuzzy memory, at least not within the past one or two years. Since they accepted compensation at that time, why did they suddenly erupt now?

There was no reason for this.

Alexander rubbed his sore nose and reread the report. The deaths of relatives were in the past, but the anger of these people erupted recently, meaning there had to be a trigger—he was startled by a possibility that crossed his mind.

Unless those people learned the cause of death. If they died in accidents, it wouldn’t be so bad. But if they were tortured to death by those lawless scoundrels—many of whom were unimaginably cruel and imaginative, like Bravi…

Speaking of which, was Bravi really just accidentally involved?

A minute ago, Alexander was sure that the trouble was caused by that reckless guy being bored and arrogant, but now he thought there might be another layer to it.

The familiar four-story building was in sight. Alexander rolled up the papers with a complicated expression. He could guarantee that no one else had the authority and the initiative to gather those files, and besides his boss Louis, no one else could access them.

Was it really Louis? Why would he do this? And why not tell him?

From a positional and functional standpoint, Louis certainly didn’t need to report anything to Alexander, but they had grown up together, and such a thing had never happened before.

Feeling inexplicably uneasy, Alexander knocked on Louis’s office door, unaware that someone was watching him from the shadows.

“Do you think Louis will tell him everything?” Charlie asked quietly.

Neither Dwight nor Shivers answered. Frankly, their interactions with Louis could be counted on one hand, and though they looked similar, the brothers had vastly different personalities. Louis was very reserved, and though Dwight could sometimes sense his hidden emotions, this far from counted as understanding him, not to mention Charlie’s biased “my brother” speeches, which misled more than helped.

“Did he tell you everything?” Dwight asked in return.

“Must you hurt me this way?” Charlie was Louis’s closest person, but even so, he couldn’t claim to know what Louis was thinking. Up until now, he mostly relied on instinct to gauge Louis’s intentions. Though he was usually right, being called out by the Duke still hurt a bit.

“Louis isn’t a cold-hearted kid. He just doesn’t like people worrying about him,” Charlie said.

Although they agreed to kill Khalif, Louis never disclosed Khalif’s guard arrangements or daily schedule to them. The intention was clear—he wanted to do it himself.

But Charlie didn’t plan to let him have his way.

“If Alexander can make him more candid, that’s good. If not, I have my methods,” Charlie said confidently. “Khalif has personal guards. With Louis’s character, he will likely choose a frontal assault, but having been the head for so many years, the odds are unpredictable.”

“Would you be more candid than him?” Dwight looked into his eyes.

Charlie: “Of course. I’m a pacifist and more strategic.”

“For example?”

“For example, first figuring out what secret Kurt dug out from him. I have a feeling it’s important,” he said seriously. “Also, I want to meet with Priscilla.”

“At this time?” Dwight frowned. Erica had reported Priscilla’s unstable condition for days and suggested keeping her under the doctor’s supervision two days ago. But she was still early in her pregnancy, which wasn’t a good sign.

“I won’t overstep and say unnecessary things. Priscilla is smart. Even if she doesn’t know what we’re plotting, she can sense being the only one kept in the dark, which isn’t good for her health,” Charlie explained. The sharp analytical skills might run in the family, but this time, keeping someone completely in the dark could be more dangerous.

“At least wait until…” Dwight stopped mid-sentence as they all fell silent, hearing a flurry of footsteps approaching rapidly. A minute later, someone knocked urgently on Louis’s office door.

“Mr. Louis! There’s trouble!” they shouted.

Almost simultaneously, the door opened from the inside. Alexander stood there, his expression as calm as during the day, revealing nothing about what Louis had said to him.

“Look at the clock. Why are you shouting at this hour? What’s going on?” Alexander said.

“Mr. Adan was attacked! He’s in critical condition!” The leading man panted as he spoke. “We just learned—they’ve already gone to report to Lord Khalif.”

Louis’s face appeared behind Alexander. Perhaps from staying up late, he looked even paler than usual.

“I’ll go immediately,” he said. “Where did the attack happen? Where is he now?”

Almost reflexively, Alexander said, “I’ll go with you.”

Louis put a hand on his shoulder, and Alexander realized, pursing his lips.

“You have another task.” Louis’s face was expressionless. “He said he wanted to see the list when he woke up—in ten minutes, he’ll be woken up, and we’re already behind schedule.”

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