486: Chapter 481 The Fake Young Master's Fate

"Pick up the technology of Yuanshan Heavy Industry again. After the storm passes, I want the name 'Yuanshan' to stand at the pinnacle of domestic special steel once more."

"This is also the only thing you can do for your master."

A heavy, resolute breath came from the other end of the phone.

"I understand."

"Thank you, President Shen."

"No, you are redeeming yourself."

Shen Yan hung up the phone.

He didn't immediately return to the room, but leaned against the balcony railing and lit a cigarette.

The crimson ember flickered in the deep night.

The morning in Saint Louis carried the damp chill of the sea breeze.

Shen Yan hadn't slept all night, yet his eyes showed no fatigue, only a profound calm.

He didn't touch his phone.

The number Kevin gave him, the direct line to the heart of the Hosen Family, lay quietly in his contacts, like a Pandora's Box.

It wasn't time to open it yet.

Drama needed build-up.

Emotions needed brewing.

When Kevin walked out of the bedroom, he had changed into clean clothes provided by the hotel.

The simple white T-shirt and casual pants made him look like an ordinary college student, though his complexion was still pale.

"Should... should we call them?" he asked in a low voice, his tone laced with irrepressible tension.

Shen Yan glanced at him but didn't reply.

"Come with me."

He only said those three words before leading the way out of the suite.

The car drove through the city that hadn't fully awakened.

Eventually, it stopped beside Liberty Square in the city center.

This was the heart of Saint Louis. The giant electronic screens scrolled the latest financial news, and pigeons leisurely paced on the flagstone ground.

Shen Yan led Kevin toward the municipal bulletin board on one side of the square.

It was covered with all sorts of information: rental notices, lost and founds, and... missing persons.

An urgently printed wanted poster was affixed in the most conspicuous spot.

It displayed Kevin's photo—he looked a bit plumper than he did now, wearing the carefree smile of a rich young master.

Below the photo was a reward amount resembling an astronomical figure.

Kevin's breath hitched abruptly.

He looked at the picture of himself and felt like he was looking at a dead person.

A crowd had already gathered in front of the bulletin board, pointing and murmuring at the reward notice.

Just then, a plainly dressed woman, pulling a blond little boy, forcefully squeezed her way through.

"It's him! It's him! I found the young master of the Hossen Family!"

The woman's voice was sharp and excited, as if she had grasped a lottery ticket that would change her destiny.

The crowd instantly stirred.

Everyone's gaze focused on the blond little boy.

The boy looked about seven or eight, thin and timid, with a pair of blue eyes full of terror.

In his features, he did bear a two or three-tenths resemblance to Kevin.

Kevin's heart plummeted.

He instinctively took half a step back, hiding beside Shen Yan.

The woman, already agitated, tore off the wanted poster and held it high, as if hoisting a mountain of gold.

She pulled out her phone and dialed the contact number on the notice.

"Hello! I found him! I found Kevin Hossen!"

Her voice echoed across the entire square.

Not long after.

A black Bentley Mulsanne slipped silently to the edge of the square, like a ghost arriving from another world.

The car door opened.

A tall, straight man in a bespoke suit stepped out.

Shiny leather shoes, immaculately styled hair, and a gentle yet distant smile on his face.

Andrew Hosen.

Kevin's body instantly stiffened.

His blood felt as if it had frozen at that moment.

Andrew's appearance silenced the surrounding air.

He was like a natural-born king, carrying an undeniable aura.

The woman holding the boy saw Andrew and her face broke into a fawning smile; she nearly knelt down.

"Mr. Hosen! Look, I found your younger brother!"

She forcefully pushed the terrified little boy forward.

"Quick, call him brother!"

The little boy stumbled, looked at the imposing man before him, and timidly took two steps forward.

He rushed toward Andrew's leg and called out in a voice as faint as a mosquito's buzz.

"Brother..."

Everyone in the square held their breath, waiting for a touching scene of a reunion between brothers.

The smile on Andrew's face didn't change in the slightest.

He didn't even lower his head to look at the child.

He merely lifted his foot and casually pushed forward.

The movement was light, carrying the disgust of shooing away a fly.

The little boy cried out, "Ah," and fell backward, his head hitting the hard flagstone ground with a dull thud.

He didn't cry, but merely stared at Andrew with wide, terrified eyes.

The smile on the woman's face froze.

"Mr. Hosen, this..."

Andrew finally cast his gaze upon her.

There was no warmth in his eyes.

"Would my brother wear these cheap street clothes?"

"Would my brother be as thin as an undernourished monkey?"

"Are you insulting the intelligence of the Hosen Family, or are you wasting my time?"

His voice was still gentle, but it was like a knife quenched in ice, chilling the woman from head to toe.

"No... that's not it, Sir, he really looks like..."

"Drag her away."

Andrew couldn't be bothered to listen to her explanation and waved a hand behind him.

Two bodyguards in black suits stepped out of another car and seized the already limp woman, one on each side.

The woman began to scream wildly, begging for mercy.

"I was wrong! Sir! I won't dare again! Please spare me!"

No one paid her any attention.

Another bodyguard picked up the little boy, who was still in a state of shock, as if carrying a small chicken.

"What about the child..." someone in the crowd muttered softly.

Andrew seemed to hear it. He turned his head, still smiling at the crowd.

"Thank you all for your concern regarding the Hosen Family."

"But I hope that no such clumsy farce happens again."

"Next time, it won't be as simple as just being invited for a cup of coffee."

His gaze slowly swept over everyone present.

Finally, he looked at the child held by the bodyguard, his smile becoming even more 'tender'.

"As for this child... I imagine the orphanage would be very happy to take in a poor wretch whose mother used him as a scam tool."

With that, he turned and got back into the car.

The black Bentley departed as silently as it arrived.

It was as if everything that had just happened was merely an illusion.

The woman's cries and pleas gradually faded away until they vanished.

The crowd fell silent, and then slowly dispersed as if nothing had happened.

Only Kevin remained standing there, unmoving.