The group cast wary glances at Nash's collection of assorted vials and jars, furrowing their brows with concern.
Jon backed away, throwing his hands up, "Dude, keep your distance. I swear you're a walking hazard. One wrong move, and you'll blow us both to kingdom come."
With a dismissive snort, Nash replied, "The volatile stuff is in a special container, man. Chill, no need to worry."
Robb, who had been silently following the conversation, finally spoke up. "We can't off Jay just yet. We're digging up some dirt on the Lampard family. It is all connected to Jay and gets ties to the Brooke family too. Let’s keep him breathing a little longer."
After that, Nash reluctantly zipped up his backpack, clearly disappointed.
It was lucky for Jay to stay alive for more days.
After a beat, Nash unzipped his pack again, "Hey, if we can't finish him off yet, can we at least collect some... interest?"
Robb, who was nursing a cup of coffee, paused mid-sip and glanced at Rickon. Then he nodded, back at Nash's determined face, "Go for it."
Without another word, the two accomplices stood up and left, not even bothering to look back.
At three in the afternoon, the new guests for the reality show arrived.
The online audience was glued to their screens. They had their guesses about the male guest, but the female's identity remained a mystery.
The bullet comments were overwhelming.
[Where's Nathan? Why isn't he here yet?]
[I didn't know who this guy was, but after seeing the chat go wild, I checked him out. Total eye candy!]
[Can't wait to see Nathan and Astar hit it off!]
[Here we go, look! Someone's stepping out of the car!]
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