The Sweet Rival (Mango Shen and Nathaniel Ye) novel Chapter 1517

"Walter?"

Mango did not expect that the caller would be Walter.

They hadn't seen each other for a long time. He left because Deborah was sick, but no one knew how she was doing now.

"How's Deborah?"

Mango asked subconsciously. However, radio noise could be heard from the other end before the call was cut off. When Mango tried to call again, the call was actually unable to connect.

She felt a little uneasy.

Walter hadn't called her for a long time, but the call was suddenly disconnected. What was going on?

Mango called a few more times, but she failed to get through. She wanted to tell Nathaniel about this matter, but she remembered that Nathaniel had gone to find the Carlson as soon as she got up.

Alas, it was for Tristan's sake.

Ever since Tristan became her brother, she was faced with a multitude of bad news.

Mango thought in dismay, but she could only hold it in for the time being.

When Nathaniel looked for Carlson, the latter was laying lazily on the bed after he finished his games. He didn't get up even when he heard someone coming in, "By the way, pour me a glass of water. I am so thirsty."

"In your dreams. You're acting like a rebellious teenager right now. You're so addicted to games that you even forgot to drink water. If this were to spread out, who would believe that you're Master Mo?"

Although Nathaniel was nagging, he quickly poured Carlson a glass of water and handed it over.

Carlson got up and drank all the water in one gulp. Only then did his throat feel much more comfortable.

After that, he lay down again.

"I'm just Carl here, I don't want to be Master Mo."

Nathaniel kicked him and sat down on the bed, "You've been here for more than a month. Are you sure you don't want to go back? Your father didn't send anyone to look for you, did he?"

"Since we're so close, you can get straight to the point. You don't usually beat around the bush."

Nathaniel rolled his eyes at the Carlson, who sat up lazily and he felt that his muscles were aching.

Although he liked lazing around, he was wasting his life away.

He could not help stretching his back.

Nathaniel looked at him and finally asked directly, "How much do you know about Tristan?"

"I'm in the same position as you. Basically, I know everything you know."

Nathaniel's face became a little serious when he heard Carlson's words.

"He works for you?"

Carlson scratched the back of his head and said irritably, "I don't really know how to explain. He can be considered one of my men when I'm going against my father, but he usually works alone."

"Carlson, I'm being serious."

Nathaniel called out Carlson's name for the first time.

Carlson knew that he was angry.

He looked at Nathaniel seriously and said, "We made a promise that we'll do each other a single favour. Since I'm in such a high position, I don't really need anyone's help. Even if I do, I have you and Noah with me. I have been saving this for when I am the most desperate. We told each other that we'll stay alive so we can we keep our promises. If something happens to us and our lives are threatened, we'll contact each other through special channels."

This was a secret between Carlson and Tristan, but Nathaniel was obviously angry. Since Nathaniel had made so many contributions to Tristan's affairs, Carlson decided not to hide it from him.

Nathaniel did not relax even after he heard this.

"So what you did for him was to hide any information about him being alive, right?"

"Sort of. My father has sent out many people, so the only thing I can do is to mislead them."

Carlson, however, did not object.

Nathaniel didn't want to talk politics with Carlson, but things have already gotten to this point. He couldn't help but ask, "Did you come here because you played along with your father's plan, and he wanted you to find some clues here?"

"You can say that."

Carlson didn't deny it.

He lay down again and looked at the ceiling while he said word by word, "Every minute is filled with schemes in my family like me, even between my father and me. Since I began to oppose his plans of isolating you and interrogating you, he may have made use of our relationship to make arrangements. He didn't even ask me to go back home even though I've been living here for so long, so he must be hoping that I could find something here. Besides, the bad guys wouldn't dare to approach your two sons at will if I'm here. I think I can ensure their safety before everything is settled. You can use me as your personal bodyguard, so you don't have to feel wronged in any way."

The more he spoke, the more aggrieved he felt and he directly kicked Nathaniel.

"Get up! How can you keep sleeping in my bed?!"

Nathaniel paused slightly, and then his smile was a little sly.

"Don't worry, I'm straight and I have a beautiful wife. You've been holding back around six years, haven't you? Have you become sterile?"

Nathaniel's words suddenly made Carlson's face sink.

"Do you want to have a try? It doesn't matter. I don't mind having sex with a man."

Nathaniel suddenly stood up and quickly turned away. He shouted with his lips pursed, "Why don't you give it a try and I'll send the video to a few people. I don't know how she'll feel when she sees you now."

His words made Carlson silent and a myriad of thoughts flashed through Carlson's eyes. His expression was so complicated that Nathaniel couldn't decipher it.

He sighed softly and said, "Are you really not going to look for her?"