Chapter 271:
Candice glanced at his outstretched hand but didn’t take it. “Do as you please, but nothing must happen to Brad. I still need him.” Her unfulfilled longing had hardened into obsession.
Jaxon lowered his hand and smiled faintly. “Of course.”
That night, the situation at sea was fraught with tension and uncertainty.
Inside a luxurious yacht, Jaxon met with Ronan.
The table was covered with fine dishes while private security stood watch outside.
Ronan, watching Jaxon pour him a drink, already guessed his purpose for the visit. He got straight to the point. “I know you want to bring Brad down, but I have no intention of getting involved in your affairs. Brad already has issues with me lately, and I have no desire to invite trouble.”
Jaxon wasted no time. “I heard Black Tiger from the Crolens Casino is dead. The deputy mayor asked for military protection, but Brad refused. How much do you know about this, Ronan?”
Ronan tried to keep his composure, but his face tightened slightly. “Why did Brad turn it down?”
Jaxon leaned back with ease. “Maybe it’s tied to that cargo ship hijacking at sea. What’s your take? The top hitman syndicate on the dark web has been unusually active lately. The mayor is now behind bars, and the deputy mayor is hanging by a thread. Who knows who will fall next?”
Ronan had been lying low. He knew exactly whose shipment he had taken — and worse, he’d resold the goods for a hefty profit. Black Tiger’s death? Just the first move.
After a long look at Jaxon, Ronan asked, “What are you getting at?”
“I know your family handles all the Navy’s medical equipment and systems, and you’re the sole heir. In two days, the Navy will have a full health check. I need you to tamper with Brad’s examination.” Jaxon’s tone darkened. “Brad was diagnosed with a terminal illness. Every renowned doctor said he had little time left, but somehow, he’s managed to recover.”
Ronan replied, “His condition isn’t curable, not yet. He’s surviving on a drug called Nexo-7. It buys him time but doesn’t fix the root of it.”
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“So you’re telling me that altering his medical data would be a breeze, right?” asked Jaxon.
Ronan countered, “And if I do?”
“If you help me, once I take command of the oilfield battle and step into Brad’s position, I’ll raise your annual medical funding by ten percent,” Jaxon promised. “And I’ll grant you military protection. No one will dare touch you.”
Ronan found himself tempted. Brad had always been a problem — too upright and too suspicious of his dealings. But Jaxon? He’d offer a wider shield of protection.
“What if Brad figures it out?” Ronan asked.
“There’s no way he will,” Jaxon replied with certainty. “Once you agree, we’re in this together. Think it over, Ronan. Are you with me?”
“I can’t handle this alone,” Ronan admitted.
“The army commander-in-chief is already on board,” Jaxon said with a smirk.
Ronan fell silent. After a pause, he lifted his glass. “Then let me toast to you first, Commander-in-Chief.”
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