When There Is Nothing Left But Love
Chapter 1807

Chapter 1807

Chapter 1807 Survey

Everything was ready. After staying there for about twenty-four hours, I could finally leave the desertedplace.

Nathaniel didn’t have his laptop with him at that moment. That meant anyone could get their hands onthe data stored inside it if they were to break in right then. Unfortunately, I didn’t have my phone withme, so I couldn’t contact anyone. I had no choice but to let this opportunity slip away.

Earlier, I saw, on the screen, that Nathaniel mentioned something about a place. I assumed that theplace in question was a pub or club because places like those had loud music and dim lighting. Thesefactors would make it perfect for Nathaniel to make any shady business deals.

However, he drove to a run-down village, and I realized that I had a lot more to learn.

The village was small, and there was only one road in and out of the village. Nathaniel’s enormous carcould barely fit on that road. Off the main road, however, there were many smaller paths. A junctionwould show up every few feet, and I could see kids in washed-out clothes running around. They wouldturn a corner and be out of sight soon after, though.

The older kids would chase after the car. It was likely that it had been a while since they last saw aluxurious car traveling down the road.

Nathaniel didn’t get out of the car until we reached the point where it was absolutely impossible for hiscar to keep going.

It didn’t take long before we entered a simple cabin. It was crowded, and everyone was working. Somewere there to sell their drugs, and some were there to provide transportation. Yet, they all had one thingin common — their clothing was washed out, and they looked like they had been starving.

As soon as we entered, Nathaniel and I reacted the same way. When our noses detected the pungentsmell exuding from the poor villagers, we both blatantly got our handkerchiefs out to cover our noseand mouth. He frowned in annoyance and said, “Maybe I should have come to their rescue sooner.”

Nathaniel saw his own factory as an art museum and regarded the drugs as exquisite pieces of art.

“Mr. Hall,” greeted a man in a tuxedo. He was probably the only person who worked directly underNathaniel.

Still frowning deeply, Nathaniel behaved like a man who was not accustomed to the environment thatthe poor lived in.

The man in tuxedo explained the process after that.

“This entire village is the distribution center, and the head of this village is the one responsible formanaging the operation. The other villagers will deliver the product after they receive their orders. Thisvillage’s paths are complicated, so the men we hire can get away easily should the police show up. Wedon’t have to worry about our customers losing their ways, though, because a villager will come to leadthe way for them. Oh, and I should also mention that the villagers are united. If anyone were to holdone of them as a hostage, every other villager would come to the rescue. Hence, the only way to dealwith the issue is if someone somehow manages to eradicate the entire village.”

It was undeniable that Freja’s plan was virtually perfect. She took advantage of the legal system andthe hatred the villagers had for the government that had abandoned them. Even if an unpredictableissue arose, it would be difficult for the authorities to do anything in a place like this. “Okay, then just doas I asked. You will have full control over this operation. Just give me a satisfactory result as soon aspossible,” replied Nathaniel, who wasn’t really in the mood to continue listening to what the man in thetuxedo had to say.

“Understood,” said the latter.

I wanted to take a closer look, but Nathaniel didn’t want to stay any longer. Thus, he dragged me outand left in the car quickly.

He didn’t roll the windows down until the village was quite far away. After that, he sighed a breath ofrelief. He had one hand on the steering wheel, and he had his other arm rested beside the car’swindow. As he drove, he commented on Freja’s work. “A disaster — that is the only word to describe aplace like that village. There is no way we can make it big in a place like that. No wonder the country’smarket has been underperforming all these years! Women just can’t be trusted to plan for the future.”

The man used words like “underperforming” and “market.” Frankly speaking, a random stranger mightthink that he was talking about a promising and legitimate business if they didn’t know the context.

I was already upset about how the so-called survey only lasted for less than one minute, so I picked afight. In an icy tone, I asked, “Excuse me, but are you referring to me when you say that women can’tbe trusted?”

Only then did Nathaniel realize that his words included me. He narrowed his eyes at me a little andreadjusted his sitting posture before explaining, “You’re not like the other girls.”

“How so? Am I different just because I’m not a virgin, whereas every other woman you came in contactwith isn’t? Is that why you say that I’m not like the other girls? Because you’re not interested in sleepingwith me?”