Chapter 367

Chapter 367

“Do you know someone here?” Yasmin asked with a hint of nervousness in her voice.

“One of my friends just bought this industrial zone!” Nash replied with a smile.

“Must be rich!” Yasmin remarked in awe.

“Thank you for helping me yesterday. Do let me know your bank account number, and I’ll return the money to you!”

“There’s no need. It was just a small amount!” Yasmin waved her hands dismissively. She then inquired, “You didn’t come here just to repay me, did you?”

“No, I came to ask about the hieroglyphs on your arm,” Nash explained with a smile.

“Have you seen these hieroglyphs before?” Yasmin stared intently at Nash.

“Yes… I have,” Nash answered, but he did not elaborate further.

“Do you know the origin of these hieroglyphs?” Yasmin continued her questioning.

“I don’t… I’m also looking for someone to study these hieroglyphs,” Nash said, leaning back in his chair. Squinting his eyes, he asked, “When your grandfather was young, was he in the Young Family Village?”

Hearing the name Young Family Village, a subtle change flickered in Yasmin’s eyes. She shook her head. “No, my grandfather managed a scrap yard, and he never left it!”

Nash sensed Yasmin was lying. Her grandfather was most likely associated with the Youngs.

Yet, he could not determine if her grandfather was a betrayer or a trusted member of the Youngs.

The fire might have destroyed the entire village, but it could not be ruled out that there might be loyal members who simply did not return to the village in time.

If Yasmin’s grandfather was the one who betrayed the Youngs, he should have prospered after leaving the village. His descendants would not be so destitute that they would work as general workers in factories.

Given the circumstances, Nash concluded that Yasmin’s grandfather was a loyal member of the Youngs. Pondering this, he slowly said, “I’m a direct descendant of the Youngs, and the hieroglyphs on your arm must have originated from our lineage.”

Yasmin suddenly looked up, her eyes locking onto Nash’s.

Her grandfather had told her about the Youngs and warned her not to reveal the information about the Youngs easily, or she would face deadly consequences.

The Youngs… no longer existed.

She was uncertain whether to trust the man before her.

“Have you seen this ring before?”

Nash lifted his right hand, revealing a dragon-engraved ring.

Her gaze locked onto the ring, and she nodded. “I’ve seen it before… My grandfather drew it.

He said it was the insignia of the successive chieftains of the Youngs.”

After saying this, her eyes brightened. “You… You really are from the Youngs!”

Nash gently nodded. “Now… can you tell me about your grandfather?”

“Can… Can I call my brother over?”

Yasmin asked hesitantly.

Nash nodded with a smile. “Call him over.”

Yasmin stood up and walked out.

She went to the textile factory, located her brother by a lathe, and informed him of Nash’s identity.

The burly man furrowed his eyebrows. “You’re not a kid anymore. Do you still believe just about everything people say?”

Yasmin replied anxiously, “But he has the dragon ring that grandfather drew! It’s the emblem of the Youngs’ chieftains!”

The burly man thoughtfully threw a piece of fabric onto the table. “Take me to see it, then!”

Grandpa had mentioned if they were able to locate one of the Youngs, their future would be set.

They both made their way to the conference room where Nash was. Upon entering, the burly man immediately recognized Xeno. and exclaimed in shock, “A-Aren’t you… Mr. Hun?”