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    The voice was one Katelyn couldn’t recognize, and it was clearly a man’s.


    He spoke with perfect fluency, but his ent carried the unmistakable tones of a Yata local.


    As they led her forward, Katelyn silently considered who in Yata she could have angered in such a short time.


    Elora seemed to be the most likely suspect.


    However, her style was usually direct and vicious. Furthermore, she had already tried to have Katelyn killed once.


    Who else would go to such extremes to kidnap her?


    While Katelyn pondered the question, someone suddenly removed her blindfold.


    After being in the dark for so long, the light felt overwhelming.


    It took her a few moments to adjust before she could make out the face of the man who had spoken. He wore an elegant tailcoat with a perfectly ced bow tie.


    His face was wlessly groomed, and his pale skin gave him a look that was almost vampire-like—strange, with an otherworldly grace.


    He descended the stairs from the second floor with a weing smile.


    “I apologize, Miss Bailey. My men can be rough andck the proper manners when dealing with ady of your stature. I hope you won’t hold it against them,” he said. As he spoke, someone untied the ropes around her wrists.


    Katelyn flexed her hands and stared at him with a cold expression.


    “Dragging me here like this makes your courtesy now worthless. Let’s not waste time. Who are you?”


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    Breck kept smiling as he made his way down the steps and settled onto the sofa.


    The smile stayed on his face the whole time, but to Katelyn, he seemed just as deceitful as Bartley.


    People like them were experts at masking their true feelings. It was only when someone challenged them directly that their real intentions became clear.


    “There’s no need to rush, Miss Bailey. I brought you here because I want to propose a deal,” Breck stated.


    Katelyn spoke to him with a sharp tone, “I’m not interested.” She gave him a mocking gaze and added, “If you genuinely wanted to work together, you should have asked for my consent first. You wouldn’t have resorted to kidnapping me.”


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    Yata was a far cry from her hometown of Granville, a ce she knew well.


    This foreign territory seemed to embolden some people to try to impose their will on her, which only fueled her anger.


    She wanted nothing more than to return to Granville. As she turned to leave, the men in ck stepped forward and blocked her way.


    Katelyn nced back at Breck with a sardonic smile.


    “It looks like I won’t be allowed to leave unless I agree to whatever deal you’re proposing,” she remarked.


    “You are a clever woman, Miss Bailey,” Breck replied. “I always get what I want. Those who stand in my way face dire consequences.”


    His elegant smile contrasted sharply with his menacing words.


    “It usually ends in death,” he added.


    Then, he motioned toward the sofa behind her.


    “We have all the time in the world, Miss Bailey. Why not sit down and have a friendly conversation? Once you hear what I’m willing to offer, you might change your mind. Generous businessmen like me are hard toe by.”


    Katelyn felt trapped, like a bird in a gilded cage. She was entirely at Breck’s mercy.


    Because of that, she sat down on the sofa and clenched her teeth in frustration. One look at Breck and she could tell he possessed the unmistakable presence of a nobleman, simr to Earl Poulos. Despite his polite tone, this man exuded so much arrogance. It was as if he believed he could control everything around him. His behavior revealed exactly what kind of person he was.


    He believed that anyone who dared to defy him deserved nothing less than death.


    As she leaned back, Katelyn understood that being brought here meant she held some unique value to Breck.


    It seemed her life was not in immediate danger.


    This realization was enough to put her at ease. Vincent would notice her absence soon, and he would undoubtedlye looking for her.


    “When you present your deal, could you also rify who you are? What exactly is your connection to Elora? Are you her father?”


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