When There Is Nothing Left But Love novel (Ashton and Scarlett ) novel Chapter 1775

Instead of getting angry, Nathaniel chuckled and looked toward the front instead. Then, he clapped.

In the next second, a rhythmic clicking sound came from the dark paths before the row of lights slowly turned on, starting from the ones closest to us. They lit up the concrete path, and at the end of the path, a steel door slowly opened to reveal a whole new world to me.

Who would have ever thought that there would be a factory deep underground which was identical to the one above ground?

Despite myself, I walked toward the center path and into the illuminated world. When I locked eyes with one of the employees, I knew I was not hallucinating.

Perhaps a better way was to say the underground factory was Nathaniel’s real factory. Here, what they manufactured was not unnamed parts but ice.

Not only had that man make himself a god to others, but he had also created a world for himself.

The place I was in was meant to be a bomb shelter, but he had made it into a drug factory.

On the conveyor belts were packets and packets of crystals. I could not help but think about the ferocious look Joseph had when he was controlled by ice.

What was on the belts were not mere chemicals but lives; human lives.

“Are you surprised?” came Nathaniel’s voice beside me. “Even Citraine’s largest group of drug dealers have bare minimum factories. They can’t exist anywhere, so they’re usually shabby places. But look, the place I’ve made here is essentially a masterpiece!”

The way he was gleeful about his factory made me tighten my fists to hold myself back from wanting to destroy the entire place.

“What about the people? Don’t you know how many lives and families you’d ruin by creating so much ice?” I asked.

His breathing was heavy, and it seemed like he had sustained an injury to his left chest. Blood had stained a large section of his clothes, and when he lifted his head, our eyes met. However, he only spent a second looking at me before he turned to glare at Nathaniel.

Joseph was hurt as well. That man was wearing a thin dress shirt with dirt and blood coating it. He looked much more disheveled than Ashton, but his glare was much more feral than Ashton’s. Like Ashton, his glare was directed at Nathaniel.

Staring at them ached my heart so badly to the point I could barely take in any breaths. A beat later, I choked out, “What happened?”

Ashton pressed down hard on his wound before forcing a sneer onto his face. “Yes, that’s what I want to ask too. What’s going on, my dear brother?”

Nathaniel glanced at him before half-heartedly gasping. “Oh my, did the cops find you when you were doing the deal? Why are you careless?”

Please. Did you even try to put on a convincing act? It’s as if you’re scared that no one would realize you’re the one behind this.