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    Breck’s smile widened with a sense of certainty as he watched Katelyn.


    “Our wager starts now,” he dered.


    He then gestured to his men, and they immediately stepped forward to seize Katelyn, dragging her away by force.


    The difference in strength was apparent, and facing off against trained security guards left Katelyn with no chance to resist.


    She had no choice but to go with them.


    They soon dragged her to an empty room on the second floor, locking her inside.


    Moments after she was taken away, Vincent stormed into the vi.


    Despite the presence of at least two professional security teams guarding the ce, he entered alone and unarmed. His presence was intense, creating an almost unbearable tension in the air.<fn9f05> This update is avable on find?novel</fn9f05>


    The guards surrounded Vincent, forming a tight perimeter. However, none of them dared to make a move. The guards hesitated but eventually stepped aside, making way for Vincent. With every step he took forward, they moved back, forming a clear path for him. His gaze moved over them as though they were already defeated, finallynding on Breck.


    This marked their first face-to-face encounter, and even Breck felt a trace of unease under Vincent’s unyielding stare. A moment of understanding passed through Breck’s mind. Despite his youth, Vincent had amanding presence that suggested he was destined for greater things.


    Vincent stared daggers at Breck and asked, “Where is Katelyn?”


    Breck smiled, and his eyes held a trace of amusement. “Mr. Adams, it’s a pleasure to finally meet you,” he said. He noticed that Vincent was unarmed, which seemed to make him respect the young man even more.


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    It took a rare kind of courage to walk alone into an enemy’s territory, and Vincent had it.


    His expression remained unreadable, but his eyes were cold as steel.


    He had already learned that Katelyn had been taken, and he managed to track her exact IP address just as Breck reached out and revealed her location.


    During the trip, Vincent had gathered everything he could about Breck, including the unexpected discovery that he was Elora’s father.


    That revtion made it clear why Breck had taken such extreme measures against Katelyn. Elora was indeed proving to be an endless source of trouble.


    “Let’s skip the pleasantries. Why did you take Katelyn? Or is this about something you want from me?” Vincent stated with a sharp tone.


    Breck chuckled softly, then pped his hands together.


    “While I am an Earl, I am also a businessman. I prefer negotiating with sharp minds like yours, Mr. Adams. There’s no need for a long-winded discussion, as I believe you already grasp my point.”


    He extended his arm with a weing gesture toward the sofa.


    “Why not take a seat, and we can talk things through?”


    Vincent’s response was firm, disregarding Breck’s attempt at politeness. “I want to see Katelyn first.”


    He had regained hisposure, sensing that since Breck had deliberately reached out to him, Katelyn was most likely being used as leverage in arger scheme. Vincent understood that rumors of his ns to expand into foreign markets had already circted. This encounter was most likely Breck’s attempt to force some kind of concession.


    Breck’s smile faded, and his irritation became evident. Leaning back on the sofa, he remarked with a hint of sarcasm, “I’m here to make you a deal, Mr. Adams, and I expect you to show a bit more respect, considering that I hold all the cards.”


    Vincent wore a stern expression and dered, “No deal will ever happen until I see Katelyn.”


    Breck had a reputation as a cold-blooded murderer. His darkest activities remained hidden from most, but they were not impervious to discovery. He was notorious as a major figure in the human traffickingwork, responsible for the disappearance and death of countless individuals. Vincent’s deepest concern was that Breck might inflict harm on Katelyn.


    Breck’s rage was evident. He suddenly rose from his seat, grabbed a gun from the drawer, and pointed it straight at Vincent’s forehead.


    He cocked the weapon and said in a chilling tone, “Let me make this clear again. I am the one in control here!”


    Breck was enraged because, even though Vincent was at a disadvantage, he was still acting cocky. This defiance was what Breck loathed the most.


    Vincent remained unshaken. “Pull the fucking trigger. I dare you!”


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