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    Dale gripped his hands so tightly that his knuckles turned white, his expression pleading— a stark contrast to the usual air of dignity he carried.


    He was visibly restless, his gaze nervously flickering toward the door, as if at any second, something terrifying might burst in and seize him.


    Vincent’s gaze remained cold as he regarded Dale.


    “Get on your feet. Speak clearly.”


    Katelyn lounged on the sofa, watching Dale’s intense reaction with intrigue.


    “Did the debt collectors do something to you?” she asked.


    Dale’s eyes grew wide with fear, his voice unsteady.


    “They are demanding I clear all my gambling debts by today, but I don’t have the money. They dragged me into a small room and showed me what happens to those who can’t pay. They said that would be me. I barely found a chance to escape and ran here…” Dale’s body trembled violently as he finished, his gaze locking onto Vincent, clinging to thest shred of hope.


    “Mr. Adams, you are the only person who can save me. I cannot let them turn me into one of their twisted experiments!”


    Vincent’s eyes briefly darkened.


    Could Yata have really fallen into such chaos?


    But considering how Breck’s casino had swelled into a nearly unstoppable force, where gunfire in broad daylight no longer raised concern, it wasn’t shocking that no one bothered to intervene.


    Even with Dale’s pleading expression, Vincent remained firm, shaking his head.


    “I have already spelled out the terms of our deal. You need to bring me what I asked for first.”


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    That sentence seemed to break the final remnants of Dale’s spirit.


    He dropped to his knees, his hands wing desperately at his hair.


    “What am I supposed to do? What else is left for me? That old man refuses to die. If he had passed sooner, the castle and everything within it would already belong to me.”


    Katelyn’s face became hard to read. She said nothing, but the cruelty of Dale’s words left an ufortable sting in her chest.


    They were the only family either of them had left. Earl Poulos had pulled Dale out of countless disasters in the past.


    And now, over something as trivial as unpaid gambling debts, Dale was wishing for the death of his only uncle. It was a stark, disturbing example of how vile human nature could be.


    Katelyn felt nothing but disgust and scorn for someone like Dale—he was far from worthy of any pity.


    Vincent felt the same. Rising to his feet, he gazed down at Dale with cold eyes.


    “If your uncle knew what you just said, it would shatter him.”


    Dale’s bloodshot eyes gleamed with hatred as he hissed,


    “What can I do? He is still alive and still refuses to hand over the castle.”


    Suddenly, Dale’s face changed, as if a realization had struck him.


    “I know exactly what needs to be done to make him give in.”


    Katelyn and Vincent exchanged confused looks. During theirst visit, Earl Poulos had been resolute in his decision.


    What could possibly force him to change his mind?


    A slow, menacing grin spread across Dale’s face.


    “He is obsessed with his missing son. If I can uncover any trace of him, he will have no choice but to surrender.”


    Katelyn’s brow furrowed.


    “But hadn’t his son been gone for years, and assumed to be dead?”


    “That is irrelevant. I will find a way to make him submit!” Dale’s excitement swelled, as though he had just stumbled upon the perfect n. He eagerly announced,


    “All I need is a fake. As long as that old fool believes it, he will give me the castle without hesitation.”


    Jaxen, who had never seen the castle or met Earl Poulos, followed the conversation closely. Leaning casually against the sofa, he asked,


    “But if your uncle actually finds his son, why would he ever give the estate to you? That wouldn’t make sense.”


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    Dale let out a bitter scoff.


    “That is what the contract is for. He will have to sign the estate over to me before I tell him where his son is. There is no way he will refuse.”


    Katelyn’s brow furrowed even more deeply.


    Dale seemed overtaken by a wild obsession.


    “Why not try finding his real son instead of a fake one?” she suggested.


    But Dale, now frantically rummaging through his phone, ignored her, his voice rising with urgency.


    “I’ve got it all figured out!”


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