He Does Not Deserve My Devotion-Chapter 27: A New Way to Raise Money

The next day, at six in the morning, Michelle Quinn was driving. Following Nina Walsh’s instructions, she entered a destination into the GPS: ’Northgate Women’s Prison’.

The relative Nina was going to see today was in that very prison.

Around nine o’clock, Nina met the person she was looking for in the visitation room—her Third Aunt.

"So early in the morning, I was wondering who wanted to see me. Turns out it’s you, kiddo."

Her Third Aunt was wearing a blue prison uniform, sleeves rolled up, revealing a tattoo of a Buddha on a lotus flower on her arm.

Nina managed a slight smile. "Third Aunt, how have you been lately?"

Her Third Aunt scratched her short hair and said casually, "Same old, same old. Except the cafeteria stopped giving out chocolate. Doesn’t matter how much work you do, they won’t give you any. It’s pissing me off. I’m thinking of writing a letter to the higher-ups to complain."

Nina laughed too. "I brought some this time. They should be able to get it to you in a bit."

Her Third Aunt’s face lit up. "Great, great! Alright, spit it out. Coming to visit in such a rush this early in the morning... it can’t be just to bring me stuff. Did something happen?"

Nina didn’t beat around the bush and got straight to the point. "Third Aunt, I need money, urgently. Three million."

Her Third Aunt’s expression turned serious. "How urgent?"

Nina: "I have to have it in hand before noon today."

Her Third Aunt thought for a moment. "That urgent, huh? I do have a way to get that kind of money, but it depends on whether you’ve got the guts for it."

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At 9:20 a.m., Nina walked out of the prison and got back in the car.

Michelle Quinn, sitting in the driver’s seat, asked anxiously, "Did you see your Third Aunt? How did it go?"

Nina nodded, then entered another address into the GPS, telling Michelle to start driving while they talked.

"Lemon, I’ve never heard you mention your mom having sisters before. What did your Third Aunt do to end up in here?" Michelle asked curiously.

Nina said, "They’re not biological sisters. She’s my god-aunt. She didn’t commit a crime; she took the fall for someone."

Michelle was shocked. "Took the fall? Why? Who could make a woman be so foolish? Don’t tell me it was a man."

"Yeah, it was a man. She didn’t have a choice."

After saying that, Nina fell silent. Michelle focused on driving, and over an hour later, the car stopped in front of an estate.

Michelle looked at the towering, ornate iron gate and the magnificent building faintly visible behind it, and a memory clicked. "This is Julian Sinclair’s estate, isn’t it? You’re here to ask Julian Sinclair for money?"

"Shelly, wait for me in the car. I’ll be right back."

Michelle was worried, but seeing the confident look on Nina’s face, she said, "Okay, be careful. Call me right away if anything happens."

Nina got out of the car, walked to the main gate, and pressed the buzzer on the large iron gate.

The intercom crackled to life. "Who is it?"

Nina: "I’m a friend of Mr. Sinclair’s mother, Mrs. Hannah Hale."

There was a long silence from the intercom. A few minutes later, a small car drove up from the direction of the villa.

The car stopped behind the iron gate, and a male servant got out and invited Nina to get in.

The drive from the main gate to the villa took a full ten minutes. If Aiden Sinclair’s villa was a royal mansion, then Julian Sinclair’s estate could practically be called a palace.

Although Julian Sinclair had no outstanding business achievements to rival Aiden Sinclair, the patriarch of the Sinclair family doted on his youngest son, granting his every wish.

"Miss, please have a seat and wait here."

Nina was led to a drawing-room. She waited for ten minutes, but there was still no sign of Julian Sinclair.

She watched the time slowly approach 11:00, a sense of anxiety growing inside her.

Upstairs in the study, Julian Sinclair had just finished a call with Brian Sherman.

Brian Sherman said on the phone that Aiden Sinclair already knew about the bribery related to the Breyven project.

If Aiden reported them, the project would be ruined, and they would be punished by the authorities. The consequences would be severe. They couldn’t just be sitting ducks.

"Take this file to the old family estate and give it to my father."

After hanging up, Julian Sinclair handed a file to his driver.

As he walked out of the study and onto the staircase, he immediately spotted the restless woman in the drawing-room.

The woman was dressed in a cheap T-shirt and jeans, looking utterly ordinary, yet he found her somewhat familiar.

"You know my mother?"

Nina looked up as Julian Sinclair descended the stairs. This was the first time she had seen his face up close. Looking carefully, she saw his eyes bore a strong resemblance to Aiden Sinclair’s.

People always said the men of the Sinclair Family all had handsome, almond-shaped eyes.

But compared to Aiden Sinclair, the two brothers had completely different styles. Aiden’s aura was stable and composed, his years of experience lending him a commanding presence. Julian, on the other hand, had softer, more sinister features that often gave people a chilling feeling.

With time running out, Nina got straight to the point. "I know the real cause of your mother’s death."

Julian Sinclair’s pupils dilated as he stared at the woman before him.

Julian Sinclair’s mother, Hannah Hale, had been a race car driver. Twenty-five years ago, during a race, her brakes failed, causing her to fly off the track on a turn. The car was destroyed, and she was killed.

"Your mother’s death was no accident. Someone tampered with the brake pads. After the incident, someone hid that brake pad." 𝘧𝓇ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝘣𝓃ℴ𝓋𝑒𝑙.𝑐𝘰𝑚

"Where is it hidden?"

"I can tell you, but I have a condition. Give me three million, and I’ll tell you where the brake pad is hidden."

Nina glanced at the time. It was already 11:10. She looked at Julian Sinclair anxiously.

Julian Sinclair saw her desperation and, in response, spoke slowly and calmly, "I can agree to give you the money, but I need to get the item first."

Nina couldn’t afford to waste any more time and readily agreed. "Fine. I’ll take you to get it."

The driver brought around a luxury car. Nina, mentally calculating the remaining time, braced herself and quickly slipped into the driver’s seat.

"Let me drive."

Julian Sinclair glanced at her, then quietly sat down in the passenger seat.

He had just sat down and hadn’t even buckled his seatbelt when a sudden lurch threw him back against the seat. By the time he registered what was happening, the car was already outside the estate’s gate.

The entire way, the speed hovered just at the legal limit. Nina’s reflexes were sharp, and though the car was fast, it remained steady.

Watching her handle the steering wheel so effortlessly, Julian Sinclair began to wonder, ’Is this car mine or hers?’

During a sharp turn, Julian Sinclair’s head tilted, and he glanced at the woman beside him again. A flash of recognition sparked in his mind. He remembered!

That day on the overpass when he was racing that bastard Milo Preston, when Milo rolled down his window to jeer at him, she was the one in the driver’s seat!

This was the woman who had made him lose face, who had made him lose to Milo Preston!

"Pull over!" Julian Sinclair suddenly shouted.