Chapter 801

Nina did not care what Nash thought.
She was just stating the truth.
They were practically strangers now, so there was no reason to stick to just one option. She needed to show him that she didn’t rely solely on him.
Ignoring Nash’s gaze, she linked arms with Arin and walked away. Arin still thought it was a good opportunity, but things hadn’t turned out as she hoped.
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In a grand, old building made of bamboo and wood, nestled among mountains, rivers, and bamboo groves, the environment was serene and exuded an ancient charm. The large structure, several hundred square meters in size, had intricately carved wooden walls. Inside, a woman’s voice called out, “Brother.”
A man was in the study, which was enormous, with seven or eight-meter-high walls lined with bookshelves, filled with a variety of books. Hearing the woman’s voice, the man’s face remained expressionless as he focused on his reading.
“Brother,” the woman said excitedly as she entered the room and saw him. “You came back without telling me? I’ve been waiting for so long.”
The man glanced up briefly, responding coolly, “Why are you here?”
“I missed you, so of course, I came,” she said, clinging to his arm affectionately. “You’ve been gone too long.”
“You seemed fine over there,” he replied.
“It was fine,” she admitted. “But it’s always less fun without you.”
The man said nothing.
“Why are you so cold to me?” she pouted. “I am your only sister.”
He looked at her, her eyes filled with longing. “Everyone has a doting brother, and I want that too. Didn’t you bring me any gifts this time?”
He pulled away and set down his book, walking to the window. “You can get whatever you want with just a word. There’s no need for this.”
“No matter how many things I have, they mean nothing if they’re not from you,” she argued, running to his side. “So, what did you do while you were away? Anything fun? Take me with you next time.” “Ivy,” he said coolly, “I wasn’t there for fun.”
Ivy changed the subject. “Fine, do you want to go see Dad with me?”
“Did he ask for me?” the man inquired.
“No, but he still wants you by his side,” Ivy replied.
“If it’s not mandatory, I won’t go,” he stated firmly.
“Why not?” Ivy asked, puzzled.
“If there’s nothing else, you should leave,” he said, dismissing her.
Ivy stared at his back, feeling a bit angry but hiding it as she left. She stood outside the grand building, feeling frustrated.
“Miss, are we leaving?” A small team her father assigned to her waited nearby.
Ivy’s expression darkened. “Why is he so impossible to please? What did I do wrong? Am I not his sister?”
“Miss, don’t be upset. He is just like that. Don’t take it to heart,” said Wes, her bodyguard.
Wes, a tall man with a tan complexion and a buzz cut, carried weapons. As her personal bodyguard, he was not only responsible for her safety but also for providing emotional support.