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    They kept their tones respectful, careful to sidestep any chance of confrontation—except for Gerry, who couldn’t resist pushing the limits, almost as if he had a death wish.


    Aelfric had been pressuring Gerry to dig up Paul’s new identity, and though Gerry put on a bold front, he was secretly rattled by the task.


    Challenging Paul felt like skating on thin ice.


    Meanwhile, Elvis treated Paul with the utmost respect, and it didn’t take long for everyone to sense that Elvis was one of Paul’s right-hand men.


    While Elvis might not carry the same towering presence as Paul, he exuded an air of authority that spoke volumes.


    His hard-edged demeanor made it clear that he was someone not to be trifled with—a man with ruthless decisiveness.


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    The members of the Nash family exchanged uneasy nces, their nerves running high as they sized up Elvis.


    Not one of them dared utter a word out of line, and the room quickly fell into an uneasy silence.


    The Sunrise wasn’t a spot where just anyone could waltz in.


    The Nash family’s fortunes had been dwindling in recent years, and most of them couldn’t afford to frequent a high-ss ce like that.


    Some of them had been to the Sunrise once or twice, but only spent the bare minimum.


    This meant they’d never had a chance to encounter someone as high-ranking as Elvis.


    As a result, most family members had never actually seen him in person.


    However, they’d heard Elvis’s name plenty of times, knowing him to be one of Paul’s right-hand men, with a reputation that preceded him.


    Breaking the silence, Crosby, Gerry’s son, suddenly blurted out in excitement, “Are you Captain Williamson?”


    He had been to the Sunrise once and had caught a distant glimpse of Elvis.


    While he hadn’t gotten a good look at his face, the figure standing before him now seemed unmistakable—this had to be the famous captain.


    Elvis turned to Crosby with a faint smile.


    “Mr. Crosby Nash, you visited the Sunrise once.


    I remember it well.


    I’m pleased you recognize me.”


    “My word!” Crosby gasped, staring in open-mouthed shock.


    “You really are Captain Williamson.”


    “Indeed, I am,” Elvis responded smoothly.


    The rest of the Nash family members stood there, utterly dumbfounded.


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