Nash smiled, his eyes twinkling with amusement. “I’m just showing you respect, Hera. Don’t want you to feel like you need to guard yourself against me tonight.”
Hera’s cheeks flushed, and she whined, “Actually, we can stay together, but… but you can’t touch me!”
What she meant was that they could share the same bed—just not share any more than that. She wasn’t ready for anything physical between them.
Nash raised an eyebrow. “I can’t touch you while we sleep together? Are you trying to kill me?”
He shoved his hands into his pockets and walked toward the next room, leaving Hera standing there, stunned.
“Just what is going on in your mind?!” she called after him, frustrated.
Nash, already at the door, turned back with a mischievous grin. “I’m a man, Hera. Of course, I think about what men usually think about.”
With a playful smirk, he began to close the door, but just before it clicked shut, Hera shoved her foot between the door and the frame.
“Have you never been in a relationship?” she asked, her voice filled with surprise.
Nash was genuinely puzzled. “Why do you ask that?”
Hera took a deep breath, her expression serious. “Have you… Have you never considered that guys should show a little initiative?”
“What do you mean?”
Hera hesitated for a moment before answering, “It’s just… Don’t you plan to ask for my contact information or something?”
Nash’s smile widened. “That’s right. Give me your number.”
Hera snorted and crossed her arms. “Hmph. No way!”
She pulled her foot back, then spun around and walked into her own room, leaving Nash standing there, stunned for a few seconds. With a bored sigh, he closed the door behind him.
Lying on the bed, Nash reached for his phone and scrolled through his contacts. He found Theo’s number and dialed it.
Meanwhile, atop a 99-story building in Capiton, dozens of guests, dressed in vibrant outfits, mingled at an open-air dinner party. Lucas Skye, holding a wine glass, spoke to the crowd.
“Skye Corporation’s net profit this month has exceeded the one billion mark. I hope everyone—”
His speech was interrupted by the buzzing of Theo’s phone. With a quick glance at the screen, Theo answered the call.
“Ah… Okay, okay… Don’t worry, I’ll handle it… Wait, wait, hold on. What did you just say? You need a 7nm lithography machine?”
Theo’s eyes widened, and he instinctively pulled his neck in, trying to avoid the attention of the people around him.
Lucas scowled from across the table. “Theo! I’ve told you a hundred times—turn off your phone when I’m speaking!”
Theo quickly covered the receiver, his face apologetic. “It’s Nash… I can’t ignore his call.”
Lucas froze when he heard Nash’s name. His heart skipped a beat. He put his wine glass down and, with a forced smile, turned toward Theo.
“What’s Nash calling for?”
Theo, still holding the phone to his ear, replied, “He wants a 7nm lithography machine!”
Lucas paused, considering for a moment. Then, his face brightened slightly. “That’s… not impossible.”
He looked thoughtful for a second before adding, “I’ve got an old friend who’s unyielding. It might not be too difficult for him to get a 7nm lithography machine.”
Theo, unsure, asked, “So, should I tell Nash that we can help him out?”
Lucas gave a slow nod, his expression serious. “Yes. What he’s done for us already far outweighs the value of a lithography machine.”
Several years ago, Lucas had returned home from abroad with an extremely important product sample, only to find that the dark web had dispatched 16 powerful hitmen to assassinate him and steal the sample.
Nash had protected him single-handedly, defeating all 16 of those elite assassins with ease, while only suffering a few minor wounds. The kind of power Nash displayed that day had been comparable to the top assassins in the world.
Lucas remembered the offer of one billion dollars from the Skye family to hire Fred at that time, but Nash had refused the sum. Instead, he had asked them to investigate his background.
Theo quickly relayed the message to Nash. “Nash, my dad said he’ll help you out with the machine…”
“A favor?” Nash’s voice came through the phone, skeptical.
“Oh, come on, Nash,” Theo continued, but his words were cut off as Lucas suddenly stepped forward and covered his mouth.
Theo looked up at Lucas with wide eyes, and Lucas shot him a warning glare. He grabbed the phone and, with a smile, spoke directly into it.
“Mr. Calcraft,” Lucas said smoothly, “I’ll pull every string I can to get that 7nm lithography machine for you. But remember, you owe me one!”
Skip to content