Chapter 366

"Sir, why are you torturing yourself like this?" Vincent's voice trembled as he took in Adrian's bloodshot eyes.

Adrian raised a hand to silence him, his knuckles turning white.

"I don't deserve it."

The words stabbed Vincent like a knife. He couldn't help but argue, "That car accident was the real culprit! If not for that tragedy—"

"Any progress?" Adrian cut him off abruptly.

Vincent stiffened. "They covered their tracks too well. The two Range Rovers were supposed to be delivered to the Eastside parking lot, but there's no record of them."

"Vanished into thin air?" Adrian's eyes narrowed.

"Yes. In Houston, only someone with..." Vincent trailed off.

Adrian let out a cold laugh. "Keep digging. Start with the tow trucks. Stay under the radar."

"If it really was Mr. Xavier..." Vincent swallowed hard.

"Blood demands blood." Adrian's voice was glacial.

A cold sweat broke out down Vincent's back. He knew a storm was about to engulf Houston.

"Cancel this afternoon's meeting," Adrian said suddenly.

"Are you going to see Mrs. Roland?"

"Mount Rainier."

The motorcycle engine roared along the mountain road. Adrian steered with one hand, his mind eerily blank—except for fragmented flashes of that rainy night.

A black Lincoln limousine idled by the roadside, its window rolling down.

"Made up your mind?" Grant arched an eyebrow.

Adrian stubbed out his cigarette. "What time?"

"Three AM. Heavy rain." Grant studied him meaningfully. "You're really going to recreate that night?"

"Who hired that 'Mr. Alistair'?" Adrian asked abruptly.

"The old man hasn't had time for such games lately." Grant smirked. "Looks like your dear brother."

Adrian's gaze darkened. "The deal stands."

"Wait!" Grant sat up sharply. "What did you give him?"

"The Roland family assets." Adrian's tone was flat. "Uncle Xavier's share remains with me."

Grant exhaled in relief. "You always play the long game."

"So," Adrian's lips curved, "a light collision won't do. Neither will a fatal one."

Grant shook his head with a wry smile. "This is one hell of a transaction."

"The details from that night." Adrian's eyes burned with intensity.

"Mount Rainier to the airport expressway. Torrential rain. Three AM." Grant pointed skyward. "The blood washed away before dawn."

Adrian lit another cigarette. "We wait for nightfall."

Their shadows stretched long in the setting sun. Suddenly, Adrian handed over a document.

"What's this?" Grant's pupils contracted as he unfolded it.

"My waiver of liability." Adrian exhaled a smoke ring. "Adrian Roland never leaves debts unpaid."

Grant's fingers trembled slightly around the paper.

Night was coming.