39: Chapter 39 Regret Becoming Brothers with You

Zhang Shan and Gu Nan stayed there for a while and then set off to go home.

"Ding~"

"Hello, who is this?" Zhang Shan was a bit puzzled. After all, not many people knew his mobile number. Even if someone wanted to place an order, they would contact Zhang Shan and the others directly; he only dealt with collecting the money.

"Hello, Mr. Zhang. I am the person in charge of your renovation. I am calling to tell you that the renovation is now complete, and you can come over to inspect it."

Only then did Zhang Shan remember that he had also bought a house.

To be able to forget even that—he really was wealthy and imposing.

Gu Nan looked at the luxuriously decorated mansion, clicking his tongue non-stop.

Zhang Shan couldn't stand his devil-may-care attitude, so he raised his foot and kicked him, reminding him to mind his image.

Zhang Shan looked at his new home. Hmm, he was quite satisfied. When Zhao Zhao finished school, he would bring her over to see it; she would definitely like it.

Red walls and green tiles, pavilions and towers—the decoration was luxurious and grand.

This was Moriarty's private estate, which exuded the aura of a wealthy person in every aspect.

Outside the main gate, someone knocked on the estate's door.

"Boss, is it appropriate for us to come to find Moriarty now? After all, Madam Victoria is currently his enemy!"

"What do you know? I am here now under the instruction of Madam Victoria. Otherwise, I would absolutely never be willing to step foot in here again."

Inside the estate, Moriarty stared at the monitor, his gaze calm from beginning to end.

"Boss, how could he be here? Didn't he die?"

Regarding Mona's question, Moriarty shook his head.

The person outside the door was Moriarty's best childhood playmate, but as the Moriarty family collapsed, their relationship had also crumbled.

At that time, how could Moriarty have been qualified to be friends with him?

After his family went bankrupt, Moriarty began to support himself. Relying on his iron-fisted methods, he stepped by step climbed to his current position. By chance, Moriarty had heard the news that he died in a car accident, so he hadn't paid any more attention to the matter. Thinking about it carefully, they hadn't seen each other for 10 years, but he hadn't changed at all.

Otherwise, how would Mona have recognized him?

Moriarty ordered his subordinates to bring them in.

Kashala sat opposite Moriarty, feeling a little uneasy.

Just then, when Kashala asked Moriarty about news regarding Robinson, Moriarty's expression turned cold. He said coldly, "I don't really care about his affairs. I'm not close to him. If you want to ask me for information about him, then you've asked the wrong person."

Hearing Moriarty's words, Kashala's face went pale.

"Aren't you quite close with him? Whatever he does, you're always by his side. How can you not be close?"

Moriarty's expression turned even colder.

"What business is that of yours? Whether I'm close to him or not, what does that have to do with you? And what does that have to do with me? Is it necessary for me to report everything to you? Who do you think you are?!"

"We, we, weren't we best friends before?"

"Friends? When were we friends? Oh, right. We were indeed friends when we were little. And the only friends. It's just that when you disturbed me, we were no longer friends! Please, don't try to claim a relationship with me, okay?"

Once Moriarty said this, Kashala almost slid off his chair.

An unnatural flush appeared on his originally pale face.

"And isn't the purpose of you coming here very obvious? What information did Victoria send you to probe for? About Robinson? Do you think I would tell you? Aren't you overestimating yourself? You don't have a clear sense of your own position."

This speech completely enraged Kashala.

"Moriarty, the thing I regret most in this life is being friends with you when we were young. I wish every moment that you would die in front of me. And never, ever come back."

"Just because of you, my family is now being suppressed by the Victor Family and can't even lift their heads. Just because there's a slight connection to you, we've been targeted. It was so hard to get Madam Victoria to give me a chance, and it still requires me to come here to probe for information? Do you know how long I had to mentally prepare before coming here?"

"What does that have to do with me? Our two families stopped having contact long ago, okay? Don't speak so sanctimoniously. You are now voluntarily acting as the Victor Family's dog. Don't push everything onto me. I am not a soft persimmon that anyone can pinch. Understand?"

Kashala trembled all over.

He put a little bit of distance between himself and Moriarty. But this little bit of distance felt like a chasm. He couldn't cross it no matter what.

A deep sense of shame spread in the bottom of Kashala's heart. He lowered his head and looked at the floor. His eyes were terrifyingly resentful.

But no matter how much he resented it, he was ultimately powerless. From the moment he agreed to Victoria's request to come to Moriarty's place to probe for information, he had accepted his fate as a dog of the Victor Family.

Looking at his former friend's current state, Moriarty frowned slightly, but still didn't speak.

Kashala kept his head down, looking at his feet. He glanced at Moriarty from the corner of his eye, as if he saw the scene from ten years ago, where no matter what he did wrong, someone would always take the fall for him. Shame, embarrassment, or perhaps resentment. Or perhaps today's actions made him feel a trace of guilt toward Moriarty.

Kashala felt a bit of shame in his heart. And because of his own shame, he resented Moriarty even more.

"Kashala, I won't do anything to you. You should go! Don't come looking for me again. From the day our family was destroyed, we were no longer friends."

"Moriarty. I regret, I really regret having been friends with you. Between you and me, there was never any deep friendship. So from today on, please don't greet me. And don't pretend to know me. From now on, we can only be enemies."

Moriarty was silent.

He knew that Kashala was being suppressed by Victoria and the others to the point where he couldn't lift his head. He also knew that their family was facing a huge debt crisis and was already on the verge of collapse, even though he had become a dog of the Victor Family, and the Victor Family didn't intend to help them.

Originally, he had wanted to help him for the sake of the past, but now it seemed there was no need.

"Butler, show the guest out." Moriarty turned around with his hands behind his back, unwilling to look at Kashala again.

"No need to chase me away, I will leave on my own."

Kashala walked two steps, stopped, turned his head, and said to Moriarty, "Moriarty, from now on, we are enemies. When the time comes, don't blame me for being ruthless!"

"I give those same words back to you," Moriarty said indifferently.

The world is unpredictable, and even the human heart cannot avoid it.