Chapter 1825

Chapter 1825 Finish Him Off

Ashton seemingly spaced out earlier. Only when he heard Desmond calling his name did he snap back

to his senses. “I’ve got nothing to say,” he sneered.

“So, you’re admitting that it was your doing? Vincent demanded sharply.

Straightening leisurely, Ashton drawled, “I didn’t say that.”

“What did you mean by that, then?” Vincent’s voice abruptly rose several decibels, for he felt as though

he had been played for a fool.

With a smirk tugging at his lips, Ashton turned and looked in the direction of Nathaniel and me. “My

meaning is simple enough. I know my capabilities better than anyone else.”

That’s true. He has always erred on the side of caution, so it makes no sense that he’d shoot himself in

the foot.

When I saw the others at the table nodding in contemplation, I couldn’t help breathing a sigh of relief.

Even though the people in the room were all dressed ordinarily, we were both well aware that the

civilized facades were merely masking ruthless souls. Therefore, one had to be wholly on guard while

being in the same room with them.

Right after quelling the suspicion against him, Ashton gave Nathaniel a taste of his own medicine,

declaring, “Since you’re being so frank with us here, Nathaniel, I’ll also save myself the effort of beating

around the bush. There’s a question that’s been eluding me. I hope you can explain it to me.”

Nathaniel remained calm and unruffled. “There’s no need to hold back with me. Go ahead and ask your

question.”

“It’s not something huge. It’s just about your frequent contact recently with the godson of the former

Chanaean official, Louis Stovall. I wonder if there’s anything you’re planning?”

The moment Desmond heard Louis’ name, he shot to his feet. “Louis Stovall is the most rigid official

and has always abhorred our illegal dealings!”

Vincent set his sights on Nathaniel once more, and he aggressively questioned, “How are you going to

explain that, Nathaniel?”

Ashton could have pointed out my relationship with John, but he didn’t do that, probably out of concern

for my safety. For that reason, he went about it in a roundabout way by linking John and Louis, two

renowned figures in Chanaea.

Everyone knew that birds of a feather flocked together, so there was no way Nathaniel could dig

himself out of the grave.

However, he didn’t miss a single beat and wasn’t the slightest bit panicked. Instead, he straightened his

clothes in a seemingly distracted manner. “I don’t need to explain myself to you.”

Vincent was so livid that he gritted his teeth. His eyes narrowed into slits with a cunning and brutal

gleam in them. “In that case, don’t blame me for showing you no courtesy!”

After saying that, he raised his right hand and beckoned at his subordinate behind him. At that, the man

immediately whipped out a gun and aimed it at Nathaniel.

Nonetheless, Nathaniel merely lifted his head calmly. Flashing Vincent an elegant yet strange smile, he

murmured, “You’ve always been waiting for this day, no, Mr. Chadwick?”

Snorting, Vincent no longer bothered to pay him any mind since he was going to bite the dust soon. “So

what if I have? You betrayed the organization and everyone this time, so no one can save you! You

only have yourself to blame for not knowing your place!”

Without an ounce of hesitation, he thundered, “Finish him off!”

When his voice rang out, however, the anticipated sound of a gunshot was nowhere to be heard. The

entire room was deathly silent.

The smug smile on Vincent’s face froze, and he promptly whirled around to berate his subordinate for

being so dense. “Hey! I told you to shoot! Are you deaf or”

While he was clamoring, the gun in the man’s hand gradually shifted, changing directions to point right

at his head.

Not even deigning to explain anything, the man pulled the trigger. Whizz! The bullet went through the

silencer and hit Vincent in the head.

As the pop of the gun pierced the air, Vincent collapsed onto the ground before he even realized what

had happened. His body twitched a few times before going entirely still.

Nathaniel got to his feet without any change in expression. Picking up the napkin on the table, he wiped

his hands while casting his gaze at Vincent’s body on the ground and uttered indifferently, “As you said,

Mr. Chadwick, there’s only one ending for someone who betrayed the organization and everyone.”

When he had finished speaking, he held up the napkin he had used to wipe his hands over the man’s

wide eyes and dropped it, allowing it to cover his gruesome state in death.