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    The fire in his eyes burned deep—a rage that had been smoldering for far too long.


    It wasn’t just the insult to Christina that set him off—it was the sight of the angry red marks around his wife’s throat.


    Anyone who dared toy a hand on his wife deserved to be torn apart.


    He had endured Lorraine’s arrogance for far too long.


    If not for the debt they owed her for saving Celine’s life, he would’ve erased the entire Reynolds family from Kitaso years ago.


    The woman he had never once raised his voice to—Lorraine had dared to attack her.


    At that moment, every ounce of restraint left in Dayton vanished. All he wanted now was to see the Reynolds family crushed into dust.


    “So what if she helped them? I saved your family too!” Lorraine shrieked, her voice tearing through the room like broken ss.


    The Millers froze, the silence heavy. That debt had hung over them for years like a chain around their necks.


    And twisted as her words were, there was a sliver of truth buried inside them.


    Even after everything they’d poured into the Reynolds family, the guilt of that one favor never stopped gnawing at them.


    Jerald barked out a cruelugh. “What’s the matter? Cat got your tongue? Feeling guilty now? You’re nothing but a bunch of spineless cowards who forgot who saved you!”


    Andrina screeched, her voice slicing through the air. “I thought the Millers knew gratitude. Turns out you’re just traitors biting the hand that saved you! If not for my daughter, Celine would’ve been six feet under! Every damn breath she’s taken since then, she owes it to my daughter!”


    Jerald puffed up, his voice booming with fake righteousness. “If you won’t help us now, then hand my daughter the life she saved! Otherwise, when we walk out of here, we’ll tell the world the truth—that the mighty Miller family is nothing but a pack of thankless hypocrites!”


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    “Damn right!” Andrina snapped. “Either give her the life she’s owed, or hand over half your fortune. Think real carefully before you answer, because we’re not bluffing.”


    Families like theirs worshipped reputation—it was their crown jewel, their shield, their obsession.


    In their twisted logic, asking for half the Millers’ fortune was them being merciful.


    After all, wasn’t Celine’s life—so priceless to the Millers—worth at least half their empire?


    “My parents are right,” Lorraine said, her voice cold as stone. “Let us walk free and hand over half your wealth. Call it the price for buying out your debt.”


    They were betting everything on the Millers’ obsession with honor, convinced it would force them to cave.


    Everyone knew Celine was the Millers’ heartbeat. In the Reynolds’ eyes, her life was worth half the fortune of the empire she held together.


    But just as they started to bask in their fantasy of victory, a cold, mocking voice sliced through the room, shattering their illusion in an instant.


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