Cold white light spilled down like a waterfall, instantly flooding the massive underground space behind the door.
The place was huge, nearly two stories high.
The walls were lined top to bottom with display racks.
Pistols, rifles, mini submachine guns, tactical daggers, explosive devices…
every weapon sat there under the light, giving off a sharp, chilling gleam, like some silent temple built for war.
Jordan tightened his grip around Nina’s hand and strode in with her.
His deep voice echoed through the wide, empty armory, low and steady, carrying both bone-deep tenderness and a dangerous edge.
“Go on.
Pick whatever you like.
Take anything you want.
You don’t have to be polite with me.”
Everywhere Nina looked, there were top-tier weapons, all beautifully made, all the latest models.
Her eyes practically weren’t enough anymore.
She picked this one up, weighed that one in her hand, tested another with bright, eager focus.
She was completely in her element, moving from one weapon to the next with barely contained excitement.
Seeing how much she loved it, Jordan simply handed the whole place over to her, armory and villa included.
Nina was over the moon.
She was holding one thing in her arms while staring at another, looking like she wanted to test every single weapon in the room one by one.
But out loud, she still tried to decline.
“How can I take this, Jordan?
This is way too valuable.”
You were away from home for twenty-one years.
I owe you twenty-one birthday presents.
Might as well make up for all of them today.” Jordan came up with the excuse in a flash.
He loved money like his life depended on it, sure.
But he loved his family even more.
Especially the sister he had finally found again after so many years apart.
Nina didn’t even know how to put her gratitude and joy into words.
In the end, she could only throw herself into her brother’s arms and say it again and again, “It’s so good having you, Jordan.”
Jordan’s heart softened so hard it almost hurt.
He hugged her tighter and said in a low voice, “Silly girl.
You’re my sister.
You should’ve had the best things in this world from the start.”
The years after she lost her adoptive parents had been the darkest stretch of Nina’s life.
She had spent those years simply trying to survive.
Even now, Jordan still didn’t dare tell their parents or their youngest brother what Nina had really gone through in those years.
There were gardens in both the front and back of the villa.
Nina could plant whatever flowers, grass, or trees she liked and let the place stay filled with fragrance all year round.
And beneath those two gardens lay this very armory.
He wanted his sister to be able to walk through seas of flowers whenever she pleased, but also have the power to hit back at anyone who dared mess with her.
Roses in one hand, a gun in the other.
Hurt her, and you deal with the gun.
Nina clearly couldn’t bear to part with the larger weapons, but considering what was practical to carry around, she finally chose a few compact, portable ones.
Two hairpins with hidden blades, a few pistols that fit nicely in the hand, and some mini explosives disguised as chewing gum.
“That’s all you’re taking?
Is it even enough?” Jordan looked seriously uneasy, like he wished he could just pack up the whole damn armory and send it off with his sister so nobody would ever get a chance to mess with her again.
Nina gave him a helpless little smile.
“Jordan, I’m going to pay my respects to the late Mr.
Blackwell, not blow up a cemetery.”
Then she paused, her tone softening.
“Jordan, there’s one more thing I want to ask you.
The plane my adoptive parents were on crashed in G Country.
I want to ask you to help me—”
Before she could finish, Jordan answered at once, without the slightest hesitation.
“Don’t worry.
I’ll help you investigate and find evidence about their plane crash.”
Even if the odds were next to zero, even if the trail had gone cold long ago, he would still do everything he could.
“Thank you, Jordan.” Only with her real family did Nina finally know what it felt like to be cherished.
With gratitude filling her chest, she stepped forward and hugged Jordan tightly, then said with quiet sincerity, “Have a safe trip, Jordan.”
“Okay.
The second I arrive, I’ll message you and let you know I’m safe.” Jordan stood there watching as Nina drove away, then immediately sent three security cars after her.
But the moment he got on his private jet to G Country, his phone rang.
It was the bodyguards.
Those idiots in all three cars had actually lost his sister.