The Sweet Rival (Mango Shen and Nathaniel Ye)
Chapter 1548

Nathaniel seemed to have sensed that Mango was approaching him. He thought that she was feeling a little under the weather, so he hurriedly asked, "Are you unwell? Why don't you go back and wait for the

news?"

"No need for that."

Mango shook her head hurriedly.

Another half an hour passed, but there was still no news from Marcelo. Nathaniel looked at the sky outside and said to the other people, "Take Marcelo's parents to the hotel and leave a couple of men here to wait for him. Take him to the hotel to meet us as soon as he comes back here."

"Okay, Mr. Ye."

Nathaniel took Mango back to the hotel.

He felt like a fool now. How could he stand there and wait for nothing? He wasn't considerate toward Mango's current physical condition at all.

Nathaniel ordered a jug of hot water and poured a cup for Mango before he asked her if she was hungry.

Mango did not have any appetite because she was worried about Deborah and Walter. However, when she saw Nathaniel's concerned expression, she forced herself to eat some food.

She thought he was just helping Carlson out. Who knew that Walter would be involved in this? Where on earth was Weston?

Nathaniel knew about Mango's worries. Right now, he didn't have any good ways to cheer her up. He could only comfort her and let her rest for a while.

Then he went to the balcony and called Carlson.

"What's the matter?"

Carlson was not in a good mood either.

Tessa was repulsed to even be near him after what she had experienced for the past few years. Furthermore, Tessa no longer had her previous happiness and confidence. It was as if she was shrouded in an air of gloominess. She was now hiding in a shell and refused to come out. Carlson was left helpless about how to help her.

Thanks to Sissaye's presence, the two of them didn't feel awkward or strange when interacting with each other. However, Carlson knew that he wasn't part of Tessa's plans for the future.

He was heartbroken because of this. He even felt upset.

He was actually a little relieved to receive Nathaniel's phone call now that he was feeling depressed.

Nathaniel knew that Carlson wasn't very polite when he spoke, but he didn't mind. After all, he was also feeling sad now, so he said, "I want to keep Marcelo alive."

"Give me a reason."

Carlson was frowning slightly.

In his opinion, it was kind of him not to kill Marcelo with his own hands. How could Nathaniel plead for the latter's life now?

"He might be able to help me find Walter and Deborah. He could even find out if Susan had any contact with Javion last time."

Nathaniel told him everything he knew from Marcelo.

Carlson frown went deeper.

He knew Javion very well. Hence, when he heard that the latter was involved, he couldn't help but say angrily, "Javion is really a pain in the a*s. Maybe he was the one who intervened in the matter of the Longford County back then. Although I have no evidence, I have a hunch that he has something to do with the incident in Longford County and also what happened to Laborn and Atlas. Now that Desmond and his companions are missing, the incident in the lab business may also be his doing."

"These are just your speculations. Do you have any evidence? Without evidence, we can't do anything even if we find him. Besides, we don't know where he is now. So Marcelo is the key to everything. His life is worthless. Although he had Tessa and her daughter badly these years, he can still make himself useful, can't he?"

Carlson was a little depressed upon hearing Nathaniel's words, but he also knew that the latter was telling the truth.

"I can spare his life, but he should never show up in front of me."

This was the maximum concession Carlson could offer.

"That's settled then."

Nathaniel did not expect Carlson to really spare Marcelo's life, but if Nathaniel really wanted to save someone, he had many ways to hide that person from Carlson.

After the call ended, Nathaniel returned to his room. He saw Mango sleeping on a chair.

After giving birth, Mango's health had improved a little. However, it had been a tiring journey so far. Moreover, coupled with Deborah's incident, it was only normal that Mango was weak and exhausted. Nathaniel took her to the bed and tucked her in.

Even though she had fallen asleep, she still had a frown on her face.

Nathaniel heaved a sigh and lay down beside her. No matter what, he had to have enough rest in order to protect her in their next move.

The two of them stayed asleep for a long time. When there was a knock on the door, Nathaniel opened his eyes abruptly. He found that it was dark inside the house. It was already nightfall.

He took a look at his watch. It was already two o'clock in the morning. Meanwhile, Mango was obviously still asleep. It seemed that she was really exhausted.

Nathaniel got out of bed lightly. Once he opened the door, he saw Marcelo.

Marcelo seemed a little tired, but there was also a hint of joy on his face. It was a weird feeling to look at him.

When he saw Nathaniel looking at him, his face reddened a little as he said in a low voice, "Weston went back pretty late. In order not to arouse his suspicion, I slept with him for a while. That's why I was late." Nathaniel didn't understand what he said at first. After all, he was straight, so he didn't think much about it. Then he immediately understood what happened from the look on Marcelo's face.

"Where's Weston now?" "I drugged him. He is in the casino lounge now. I came here to tell you to send two people with me. I couldn't get him out myself."

Nathaniel nodded slightly at Marcelo's words.

He patted two bodyguards and they left with Marcelo.

Nathaniel couldn't fall asleep again.

In fact, he wanted to go with them, but he was worried about what would happen if he left. What if something happened to Mango?

About an hour later, Marcelo came back with a man who was unconscious.

Nathaniel took a glance at him and called Eugene. He asked Eugene for a place to lock Weston up.

While Mango was half awake, Nathaniel brought her to Eugene's private villa.

Marcelo always knew that Nathaniel was a heartless person, but he never take the latter for a cold-blooded monster.

After Nathaniel took Weston to the basement, he ordered his men to whip Weston with barbed wire. Marcelo couldn't help but shiver at his cruelty.

Weston instantly shrieked when the whip hit him. The flesh on his body came off as the whip left his body. He was in immense pain.

Although Marcelo was not the one who was whipped, he felt a chill go down his spine.

Earlier, he thought that Nathaniel was a nice person since he had helped him. However, at this moment, he realized that Nathaniel was not nice or easy to talk to. Instead, Nathaniel was nice because he did not intend to hurt him at all. Otherwise, he had no idea what would happen to him now.

Weston realized his current situation only after the pain woke him up. He cursed in anger.

"Who are you b*stards who dare to hurt me? Do you know who I work for?"

"I'm really interested to know who you are."

Nathaniel's face was hidden in the shadow earlier, so Weston didn't see him. At this moment, he stepped forward after hearing Weston's shout. Weston was instantly dumbfounded when he saw his cold eyes and composed expression.

Even if it was just for a second, Nathaniel saw a glint of surprise in Weston's eyes.

So Weston knew who he was.

His guess was correct!

He asked in an icy tone, "Who are you working for?"

Weston's eyes were darting to and forth in the room. It was obvious that he was a sneaky man.

Nathaniel didn't bother to talk nonsense with him. He shot a glance and his subordinate immediately whipped Weston again.

"Ouch!"

Weston cried out in pain again. His voice was hoarse from the screaming.

Marcelo tried to be as unnoticeable as possible. He even wanted to leave the room, but he knew that he could not go anywhere without Nathaniel's permission.

Weston had thought that he was a tough man, but after six rounds of whippings, he felt that the whips were killing him. The excruciating pain made him tremble all over. He had no choice but to beg for mercy. "Stop it! I'll tell you, okay?"

As he talked, Nathaniel stepped forward abruptly and knocked him out.

Marcelo and all the others were flabbergasted.

Didn't Nathaniel want to know the person who was instructing Weston? Why did he knock Weston out when the latter was about to say something? However, there was a cold glint in Nathaniel's eyes.

"Keep an eye on him. He has to be watched for 24 hours a day. If you can't do it, take turns in watching him. If he dies, you'll have to answer to me." Nathaniel's voice was very cold and emotionless. The subordinates in the room instantly paid attention to him as they remained focused on his orders.

Marcelo had no idea what was going on. However, he quickly asked when he saw Nathaniel heading out, "Mr. Ye, what about me?"

"Stay here. If Weston dies, you'll have to die with him."

Nathaniel's voice was cold and hard. It made Marcelo go pale with fright in an instant. He did not doubt that Nathaniel meant what he said.

After leaving the basement, Mango saw that Nathaniel seemed a little upset. She couldn't help but go forward and ask, "What's wrong? What happened? Is Weston tight-lipped?"

"No, I'll tell you when we go back to the room."

Nathaniel took Mango's hand into the bedroom. Then he called Bettany in a haste.

"Ask Ned to arrange a helicopter for you to come here immediately. I need you here."

Bettany didn't dare to ask any questions. She carried out the order straight away.

After hanging up the phone, Nathaniel was still a little restless.

Mango had seldom seen him like this, so she couldn't help but pour a glass of warm water for him.

"What's going on? You look so scary."

Nathaniel gulped down the water before looking at Mango. He said, "Weston was poisoned. When he was about to speak just now, I noticed a red line moving underneath his skin. Therefore, I didn't dare to let him talk. I'll have Bettany over here first. If possible, we can only question him after we remove the poison. Otherwise, it'll be useless to interrogate a dead person."

Mango was stunned at that instant.

Although she was familiar with bugs and poisons, wasn't this something that originated from Longford County? Very few people knew how to utilize the skill. Why did it seem that everyone knew how to poison someone all of a sudden?

Was this just an illusion?

As soon as Nathaniel saw Mango's face, he knew what she was thinking. He couldn't help but reach out his finger and rub her nose affectionately. He smiled lovingly and said, "No matter when, poison is something that only very few people know of. You don't have to worry. It is a lifetime learning to understand poison. Some people won't be able to learn it even if they spend a lifetime on it. I only noticed the poison because I have the Golden Lancehead Venom in my body."

However, Mango did not feel better because of Nathaniel's words. Instead, she frowned tightly.

"So Weston might have something to do with the Grey family's poisoning, right?"