483: Chapter 478 Isn't this enough?

His voice was like the central air conditioning in the room—a constant temperature, betraying no discernible emotion.

"Regarding your brother, Andrew Hosen, those unsavory matters."

"Tell me everything, one by one, clearly."

Kevin clutched the bottle of ice-cold water, his knuckles turning slightly white.

He walked to the sofa, sat down, and took a large gulp of water. The icy liquid slid down his throat, helping his chaotic mind clear up a little.

He was silent for a moment, as if organizing his words.

Then, he looked up at Shen Yan's back.

"Where should I even begin?"

His voice was still somewhat hoarse.

"Andrew has done too many things."

"It's like a room piled high with trash; you don't even know where to start cleaning."

Shen Yan didn't turn around, merely stating calmly,

"Then start with the one that left the deepest impression on you, or perhaps, the one you consider the most fatal."

Kevin took a deep breath.

"Alright."

"Then let's start with 'Song of the Siren.'"

He seemed to have made some kind of resolution, and his tense body unexpectedly relaxed.

"'Song of the Siren' is the name of an offshore fund under our family's banner. On the surface, it's used for high-risk investments in art and startups."

"But in reality, it is Andrew's private vault and his money-laundering tool."

Kevin's speech began to speed up, like beans pouring out of a jar.

"He used the convenience of Hosen Shipping to cooperate with a warlord in South America named 'Soto.' They smuggled an unrefined rare ore—a core material for manufacturing a certain high-precision chip, which is classified as a strategic embargoed material by Country M."

"Soto provided the ore, and Andrew was responsible for clearing the shipping and customs channels before selling it to an oligarch in Eastern Europe named Ivanov."

"All transactions went through the 'Song of the Siren' fund, disguised as sales and auctions between different pieces of art. The accounting was flawless."

"I know this because one time, Andrew got drunk and mistook his personal assistant for me. He boastfully bragged that he had earned the Hossen Family's five-year profit through this channel in just one year."

"He even said that Father's business philosophy was too outdated; he only dared to make money within the rules, whereas he was the one who made the rules."

"The next day, that personal assistant died in an 'accidental' car crash. I know he was silenced."

Kevin's body trembled uncontrollably when he reached this point.

He took a sip of water and continued.

"But that's not the most terrifying part."

"Andrew holds something that could cause an earthquake in politics."

"State Assemblyman Howard—that politician who preaches family values on TV every day, presenting himself as a loving husband and father—is actually a sadist."

"Andrew owns a private villa in Beverly Hills, filled with hidden cameras. He often hosted parties there, inviting various celebrities. Howard was one of the regulars."

"Andrew possesses over fifty hours of video footage of Howard abusing some of the boys and girls Andrew provided."

"He used this footage to force Howard to greenlight certain projects for the Hosen Group in the Assembly. For instance, the development permit for the land in East City normally takes two years, but Howard got it done for him in just two months."

"The pimp responsible for providing the boys and girls was named Martin. Later, due to a dispute over the profits, he tried to blackmail Andrew, and the result was..."

Kevin's voice dropped.

"The result was that last month, a body encased in concrete was discovered on a beach in Santa Monica."

"The police are still investigating the identity of that Jane Doe to this day."

"But I know that was Martin."

"Because I once accidentally saw a missing person report for Martin in Andrew's study, which he had casually thrown into the shredder."

The neon lights outside the car cast flickering shadows across Shen Yan's face through the floor-to-ceiling windows.

He maintained the same posture, leaning against the bar, slowly sipping his drink.

His face remained utterly impassive.

It was as if the crimes Kevin described, enough to make anyone's scalp tingle, were merely trivial pieces of business information.

Kevin looked at Shen Yan's reaction and felt a strange sensation welling up inside him.

He found it astonishing that no matter how explosive the things he revealed were, this man remained consistently calm.

This calmness wasn't feigned composure; it was a nonchalance rooted deep in his bones, a familiarity with all manner of storms.

This inexplicably settled Kevin's wildly beating heart.

He continued speaking, this time with a trace of trembling hatred in his voice.

"You also know what he did to me."

"He has wanted me dead for more than a day or two."

"Three years ago, I participated in a school equestrian competition. The leather strap on my saddle had been tampered with. I fell off the horse, broke my left leg, and had to take a half-year leave from school."

"Last year, our whole family went skiing in Switzerland. The steel cable of my cable car suddenly snapped. If I hadn't reacted quickly enough to grab the safety net beside me, I would have fallen off the cliff long ago."

"Every time, no problems could be found afterward, and Father just told me to be more careful in the future."

"Only I knew it was Andrew."

"Because before every 'accident,' the way he looked at me was like looking at a dead man."

"He thinks I am the only obstacle to him inheriting the Hossen Family. He believes that although Father never said it out loud, he actually admires my business acumen more."

"So, he wants to eliminate me."

"This time, he bribed the bodyguard assigned to me and drugged my dinner, intending to make it look like I died from a drug overdose."

"I sensed something was wrong and managed to escape beforehand."

"But I never expected him to be so deranged as to directly send people to hunt me down."

Kevin's voice choked up as he finished.

What he revealed was the dirtiest, most rotten abscess within the glamorous Hosen Family.

Fratricide, disregard for human life.

Any single one of these incidents was enough to ruin the reputation of this century-old noble family.

He thought what he had said was shocking enough.

However, when he looked up, he found that Shen Yan had turned around at some unknown point and was quietly watching him.

In those deep eyes, there was no shock, no sympathy, not even anger.

Only a focus that bordered on coldness.

"Is there anything else?"

Shen Yan spoke, his tone like a meticulous doctor inquiring about all of a patient's symptoms, not letting go of a single detail.

Kevin froze.

Anything else?

Isn't this enough?