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Katelyn’s gaze sharpened, alert and ready, as she watched the figure approach, her body tense for action. Behind the screen, the boss noticed her posture and smiled.
“Don’t worry, Miss Bailey. They’re just keys.”
The guard toyed with the electronic keys, pressing a certain button that emitted a soft click. Suddenly, the cor around Katelyn’s neck ttered to the floor, leaving everyone briefly speechless.
So, it turned out Breck had always had the means to unlock the cors but had chosen to dramatize the need for TS instead.
A cold anger settled in Vincent’s eyes. Breck had yed him, and he was not about to let that deception go unpunished.
Katelyn stooped to retrieve the cor, her fingers instinctively brushing her neck.
The cor had been so restrictive that it had marked her skin in just a day.
“Was this cor your doing, or Breck’s?”
The boss, stillposed, started exining,
“I tasked Breck with this project, though I didn’t foresee his hidden agendas.”
As he spoke, he seemed to reconsider and waved off further discussion, adding,
“Let’s not dwell on such disagreeable subjects. I believe my actions demonstrate my good faith. Now, let’s get down to our deal?”
Vincent scrutinized the screen as if trying to pierce through it to discern the boss’s true motives. From the start, they had been manipted like chess pieces in his scheme, never hearing even the boss’s real voice.
A steely resolve hardened in Vincent’s eyes at the thought of such maniption. In Granville, he would never tolerate such boldness from anyone.
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Jaxen lounged back on the sofa, legs crossed casually.
“Why not just spell out your terms?” he asked, growing impatient with the indirectness.
“It’s simple,” replied the boss.
“I’m aware of your interest in Earl Poulos’nd, and my interest lies in what’s beneath it.”
The subject returned to the plot with the ancient castle. Katelyn wondered about the untold riches that might be buried there, attracting such fervent desire.
Both Selina and this mysterious boss were drawn to it.
Vincent’s tone was dismissive as he said,
“Your efforts are futile. Earl Poulos has been explicit. Thatnd is not for sale.”
“Who said anything about buying thend?”
Katelyn quickly sensed the threat in the boss’s implication and responded,
“What are you suggesting? An outright theft?”
“The loyal thrive under mymand, the defiant perish,” the boss said coolly.
“It’s a symbiotic arrangement.”
Jaxen’s gaze was one of intrigue, unaware of the riches beneath the castle.
“If you’re capable of taking it by force, why involve us?”
The boss responded,
“Think of it as extending you a courtesy. You might be of use to me in the future.”
The control of the situation was entirely in the boss’s hands.
Vincent, despite his influence back home, was not in a position to challenge this local authority.
Katelyn nced at Vincent, anticipating his reaction.
Vincent’s response was heavy with implication as he said,
“Secure thend, and I’m at your service to retrieve whatever you need.”
The boss nodded, evidently pleased, and said,
“Good. I trust in your integrity, Mr. Adams.”
The boss paused, then called out to the door,
“Show them out.”
The elderly man who had been stationed at the door stepped in, signaling for the trio to exit. He led the way, and they followed smoothly.
Once outside the casino, Jaxen, who had been silent, finally shared his unease.
“Doesn’t the boss seem overly theatrical, as if he’s ying a part? And the overpowering sandalwood scent in that room—it was strong enough to give me a headache.”
Katelyn’s thoughts were jolted by the mention of sandalwood, but before she could articte her insights, they were unexpectedly interrupted.
Suddenly, a new group of armed mercenaries appeared from a nearby alley!
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