Chapter 302
No.1
If it had... would they have to search the landfill?
"Come with me to find it!" Alexander's order made Nathan's vision darken.
Nathan Carter knew every corner of Kingsley Group like the back of his hand.
But trivial details like garbage truck schedules had never crossed his mind.
Alexander Kingsley didn’t ask what Nathan had thrown away.
His expression darkened as he strode toward the underground parking lot, making Nathan avert his gaze.
Every night, the garbage truck parked on the basement level while janitors collected trash from each floor.
No.2
"Stop!" Nathan shouted when he saw workers loading black trash bags.
The janitors exchanged confused glances.
"Where are the bags from the executive floor?" Nathan demanded, abandoning all decorum.
The workers stared blankly at the identical bags.
A pungent stench made Alexander grimace. "Clear the area."
"Everyone out. I need to find something," Nathan ordered sharply.
The hesitant workers filed out.
No.3
"You take that side. I’ll handle this one," Alexander directed.
Nathan paled. "Lord Alex, let me—"
"Want to search till dawn?" Alexander’s voice was hoarse.
Nathan fell silent.
His hands shook as he opened a bag, recoiling from the putrid odor.
"Gah—"
He nearly retched.
No.4
Alexander showed no reaction as he sifted through the refuse.
"What exactly are we looking for?"
"A clear plastic bag," Nathan held his breath. "Containing... herbal medicine."
Alexander’s fingers clenched.
Medicine.
The medicine Evelyn Sinclair had bought specifically for him.
Not only had Nathan kept this from him—he’d thrown it away.
No.5
Who told Evelyn he was at Kingsley Group?
Was a common cold worth disturbing her?
"Should I ask Ethan to bring masks..." Nathan gasped.
Alexander’s glare silenced him.
Nathan resumed digging, regret weighing heavier than the stench.
Worse, Alexander was suffering alongside him.
How could Lord Alex tolerate this smell?
No.6
Oh... His nose was stuffed from the cold.
Nathan wanted to weep.
Bag after bag yielded nothing.
"Check the truck," Alexander pointed.
Nathan climbed in, hauling loaded bags back out.
An hour ago, he’d never believe Alexander Kingsley would personally rummage through trash.
All for some ordinary herbal medicine...
No.7
He swallowed complaints and kept searching.
The filth clung to his skin. His hands—accustomed to signing billion-dollar contracts—were now caked in grime.
Alexander’s hands—the ones that commanded a financial empire—were equally soiled.
"Is this it?" Alexander suddenly held up a bag.
Nathan turned, eyes widening. "Yes!"
The sealed plastic bag still contained the medicine boxes, though now stained.
As Nathan pondered cleaning methods, Alexander shrugged off his coat, wrapped the bag, and cradled it toward the elevator.