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    He would likely be eager to share.”


    “And how does this tie into the Rovania governmentundering money?” Harlee interjected sharply.


    Harlee knew Waylon wouldn’t mention Nathaniel without a reason.


    Either Waylon was trying to draw the Green family into his affairs, or there was indeed some historical entanglement between Nathaniel and the Szar family.


    However, Harlee was certain Nathaniel had no involvement in moneyundering.


    Waylon looked at Harlee and said deliberately, “It has no ties with the Rovania governmentundering money. It’s just that without Nathaniel, the Szar family wouldn’t be where it is today.”


    Waylon could overlook many things, but he would always remember Nathaniel’s past assistance to the Szar family, a paramount principle of the Szar family and the exact reason he tolerated Rhys’ unreasonable actions. Otherwise, even if Harlee had managed to carve a way out of those ruthless assassins for Rhys that day, she couldn’t have ensured he’d remain unscathed.


    Waylon had only discovered Rhys’ belonging to the Green family after the failed murder attempt at the mountain.


    Seeing neither Rhys nor Harlee showed any interest in such a topic, Waylon continued, his voice tinged with irritation, “Back then, my grandfather, the first patriarch of the Szar family, was fifty-six.


    He lost his legs to a rival group, yet he never surrendered. With his relentless spirit and sharp intellect, he brought our family to the elite families of Rovania.”


    Harlee listened with an expressionless face. If it weren’t part of their strategy, she wouldn’t have bothered with Waylon’s story. It was dull.


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    Harlee was growing restless, wondering how much longer until Baldrick signaled.


    Waylon proceeded to share more of his family’s past.


    “My grandfather tried to avoid getting entangled with the Rovania government, but circumstancespelled him to clean up their messes.


    Eventually, the Szar family emerged as a dominant force in Rovania. Until…”


    Waylon’s eyes burned with hatred.


    “That was until the leadership passed to my uncle.


    He was easily influenced and would bend to whatever the Rovania government demanded. In just ten years, under his rule, the Szar family was reduced to nothing more than a puppet for the government! He didn’t justunder money for the Rovania government.


    He also took care of all their societal troubles.”


    He clenched his jaw, his anger evident.


    “He had betrayed the Szar family!”


    “So, it’s not the Rovania government you despise, but your uncle’s ipetence?” Harlee mocked. She had expected a tragic tale, but it turned out to be ridiculous.


    Harlee was unfamiliar with Waylon’s uncle, Brevard Szar, but she knew the previous leader, Marisa Szar, as the most honorable person from Rovania she had ever met.


    Had illness not struck Marisa down, she might have led the Szar family to greatness. Unlike Waylon, Marisa would never have stooped to serving Rovania’s corrupt officials.


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