Chapter 391

Nathan answered the phone. "Yes?"

"Mr. Goldmann, Shane attacked Instructor Lancaster at the training camp, but thanks to Mr. Boucher, Instructor Lancaster is alright, but—"

Nathan flicked the ashes of his cigarette into a half-empty soda can. A shadow passed over his gaze as he demanded, "But what?"

"When we tried to intercept Shane at the junction, his car exploded. He's dead."

For a moment, Nathan was silent.

He dropped the cigarette butt into the can, the sizzle of dying embers filling the brief silence. Then, his voice turned icy. "An explosion? Someone planted a bomb?"

Harrison confirmed, "Yes. It looks like they wanted him gone."

Nathan chuckled darkly, saying nothing.

If Rosalind had gone as far as eliminating her own man, she must have been convinced Shane had betrayed her.

And he had no doubt she would have killed him anyway, even if he had succeeded in taking out Instructor Lancaster.

"Did something happen?" Evelyn's voice pulled him back.

Nathan ended the call and turned to her, his expression softening as he took in her sleepy eyes. "You're awake?"

"For a while now." She had heard everything. "Another failure?"

"Instructor Lancaster was injured."

Evelyn exhaled slowly. "Rosalind is even more ruthless than we thought."

Not only did she have no qualms about taking lives, but she also didn’t hesitate to silence her own men the moment she suspected betrayal.

Nathan pulled her into his lap, his arm wrapping around her waist. "Shane’s dead, but that doesn’t mean she’s safe. We have more than enough evidence now."

Evelyn nodded.

The man at the Summer Pavilion, Instructor Lancaster, and Mr. Whitmore—they were the keys to bringing Rosalind down.

Now that she had killed one of her own, would the others still protect her secrets?

Evelyn doubted it.

That evening, Nathan took Evelyn back to the Summer Pavilion. The man’s injuries had scabbed over, and though he still looked rough, he had been resting well.

Sitting across from them, he asked, "How’s my brother?"

Nathan answered flatly, "Injured. Shane tried to kill him."

The man’s face darkened.

Then Nathan added, "Shane’s dead too."

"What?" Shock flickered in his eyes.

Nathan pulled out a cigarette and offered him one. "Rosalind killed him."

The man’s fingers trembled as he took it. His voice was hollow when he spoke. "You... already know everything, don’t you?"

It was clear they had figured out Rosalind was behind it all.

Evelyn leaned forward, her tone measured. "It wasn’t hard to piece together. Shane nearly killed your brother, and Rosalind made sure he didn’t live to talk."

She held his gaze. "If we hadn’t caught you, you’d be dead too."

The man stayed silent.

She was right. If they hadn’t captured him, he’d be in a grave by now. Finally, he took a long drag and exhaled sharply. "Fine. I’ll tell you everything."

He crushed the cigarette into the ashtray. "Besides the Whitmores and Winifred, Rosalind also ordered Shane to kill someone else. A staff member from Viana Jewelry."

Nathan’s jaw tightened. Evelyn frowned. "Who?"

The man shook his head. "I don’t know. Shane never told me names. He just followed orders. That day, I was with him."