The two hurried to the hospital. On the way, Taylor filled Nathan in. “They moved him to a VIP ward because his condition kept deteriorating. My family’s been trying everything.”Once they arrived, Taylor led Nathan down pristine hallways until they reached a large, illuminated room. On the bed lay Johnson Monroe, a frail old man, his skin pale and eyes sunken. Monitors beeped in the background as several doctors stood nearby, their faces tense with frustration and confusion.“I think Nathan here will be able to know what's wrong with grandfather. Let's allow him take a look," Taylor said to her family members.Taylor’s aunt, a stern woman with gray-streaked hair, folded her arms. “You brought a stranger here?”“Wait—” Taylor started, but the older woman cut her off.“This is ridiculous. You think this… boy can do anything? He looks like he’s barely out of school!”“I asked him to come,” Taylor said firmly. “He might help, Aunt.”Her aunt snorted. “Taylor, you’ve always been too trus

Nathan’s expression didn’t waver. “Deadly serious. If you want results, you’ll need to trust me.” Matthew grinned, relief washing over him. “Deal. Thank you, Nathan. Truly.” At the same time, Taylor turned to her grandfather, her earlier anger replaced by a warm smile. “Grandpa, how do you feel?” Johnson sat up straighter, his voice strong and clear. “Better than I have in years. In fact, I feel like I’ve been given a second chance at life.” He turned to Nathan, his gaze filled with gratitude and respect. “Young man, I owe you my life. No amount of money can repay that debt, but I must try. How does 100 million dollars sound ?” Nathan shook his head. “I appreciate the offer, but I don’t want money. What I’m searching for is far more rare—some specific herbs.” Johnson’s eyes lit up, and he leaned forward with newfound energy. “Then you’re in luck. I’m the president of the city’s medical association, and in a few days, we’re hosting the annual National Medical Conference. And the

Liera’s expression turned businesslike. “Strong, as always. Profits have increased by fifteen percent this quarter. The hotel chains expanded into Europe. There are a few minor issues, but nothing critical.”Nathan nodded. “Good. Keep managing it. Contact me only when necessary.”“Understood, Master. Anything else?”He rubbed his chin. “Yes. I need you to help me find some herbs.”Her brows furrowed slightly. “Herbs?”“Yes. Rare ones. Keep an eye out for these—Yartsa Gunbu, Snow Lotus…” He jolted down the 10 herbs on a piece of paper and handed it to her.She nodded, committing them to memory. “Consider it done. Anything else?”“That’s all for now. You can leave.”She bowed once more and exited without hesitation.Nathan stood alone in the grand villa, yet he felt far from settled. His past was a mystery, his future uncertain. But one thing was clear—he was no longer an ordinary man. Wanting to enhance his skills, Nathan decided to cultivate that night and chose a great spot for it.

Natalia’s pulse pounded, but she refused to let him see her flinch. Instead, she straightened her shoulders and met his gaze head-on.“I don’t beg, Kacper. If you’re serious about this investment, we should talk business. If not, I’m walking out that door.”His smirk twitched, his eyes darkening with amusement. “Feisty as always. I like that.”But Natalia wasn’t here to be liked. She was here to save her company. And she wouldn’t let a man like Kacper dictate the terms.Kacper’s smirk deepened as he watched her hesitation. He swirled his drink leisurely, his piercing gaze locking onto hers.“You don’t get to call the shots, Natalia. I do,” he stated bluntly. “If you don’t keep drinking, I won’t invest a cent in your company.”A slow dread crawled up her spine. Trapped in a game she didn’t want to play, her confidence wavered. Her fingers trembled slightly as she lifted the glass.“That’s my girl,” Kacper murmured approvingly, his eyes dark with satisfaction as she took another relucta

Nathan stepped out of the restaurant with his hands tucked into his pockets, and his gaze straight ahead. Just as he was about to cross the parking lot, Taylor caught up to him, matching his stride.“Nathan.”He barely spared her a glance. “What?”She hesitated, then asked, “Are you okay?”“Everything is fine.” His voice was flat.Taylor studied him for a moment, but his detached expression made it difficult to argue. His mask was flawless—no cracks, no tells.“Alright, then,” she muttered, reluctantly believing him.They resumed walking toward the Mayor’s convoy when a figure suddenly appeared in their path.A man dressed in a gaudy, deep-blue suit stood before them, flanked by two towering guards. His slicked-back hair and diamond-studded watch screamed wealth, but his expression wasn’t arrogant—it was admiring. Not toward Nathan, but Taylor.He was an obstinate fellow who's been pursuing her for a while. He's the son of the Miller family who are more prominent in Spring Hills city.