Nathan stood there holding a gun, with only Nanette and him in the room.
Everything suddenly clicked into place.
After that, Cory completely cut ties with Nathan.
Even if Nathan was cleared of any involvement in Nanettes death, Cory refused to believe it, because the Payne family was influential enough to manipulate information.
He began to hate Nathan with a passion, his sole focus on seeking revenge.
Nathan, indifferent to Corys animosity, withheld the truth until Corys behavior escalated to threats against Nathans wife and children.
Cory was stunned into silence after hearing the truth.
Have I loved the wrong person all these years? he muttered in disbelief. Could Nathan be right about Nanette? How could the person he loved turn out to be a spy? Had all his vengeance been misplaced? No! Its a lie! It must be! he insisted, taking a few steps back.
Tears welled up in his eyes, his voice trembling.
Nathan, youre lying! Nanette was so full of life and joy.
She couldnt have been involved with drug dealers! Do you honestly think Ill believe your nonsense? He couldnt bring himself to believe the truth, nor did he dare confront the possibility that all his actions over the years might have been for nothing.
Its all Nathans doing, Cory muttered to himself.
He just wants to see me suffer.
Suddenly, Cory burst into manic laughter, kneeling before Nanettes tombstone.
He looked at her photograph with a mix of sorrow and nostalgia, whispering, Nanette, Ill make sure whoever took your life pays the price.
Rising abruptly, he limped toward Nathan and punched him in the chest.
Nathan furrowed his brow but did not retaliate.
His hands were bound; it would not be appropriate to fight back, even if he was only pretending.
Corys fists continued to rain down on Nathan, accompanied by shouts of rage.
Nathan, the most powerful man in Stastle.
Now youre at my mercy.
Did you think you could get away with killing Nanette? Nathan regarded the frenzied man before him with icy detachment. Stubborn and deluded, he remarked in a voice as cold as winter ice.
He and Cory had once been close partners.
They understood each other, and knew exactly where to strike to cause the most pain.
No! Shut up! Cory gripped Nathan fiercely.
Stop talking about Nanette! You fucking murderer! Guards! His subordinates hurried over and stood ready.
Boss, what do you need? Cory released Nathan, wiped his hands with a white handkerchief, and spoke coldly.
Give him an injection.
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