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    Katelyn and Vincent exchanged confused nces.


    Dale had pulled up a photo from his phone’s gallery—an old image of two young children, no older than three or four, ying together.


    The backdrop was unmistakable—the Poulos Castle.


    Pointing at the child on the swing, Dale clenched his teeth and said,


    “That is my uncle’s son. His eyes are an unusual shade of green. So much time has passed, my uncle might not even remember his face, but those eyes? They would be impossible to forget. With them, we could easily fool him.”<fn7bc1> For more chapters visit Find~Novel</fn7bc1>


    And true enough, despite the grainy quality of the worn photograph, the child’s eyes stood out—bright, emerald green, so vivid that they were hard to ignore.


    The mention of those emerald eyes stirred something in Katelyn’s mind. She quickly turned to Vincent, her voice tense with urgency.


    “Do you remember the assassin who came after me earlier? His face was covered, but his eyes… they were green too!”


    Eyes like that were unforgettable, especially with such an intense and mesmerizing shade.


    Vincent’s voice remained calm and steady.


    “That man must have been one of Elora’s personal guards.”


    Jaxen, who had been fixated on the photo, suddenly spoke up.


    “Let me see that for a moment.”


    Though Dale was puzzled by Jaxen’s actions, he handed over his phone without question.


    Jaxen uploaded the photo to hisputer, swiftlyunching some software, and his fingers danced over the keyboard.


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    Katelyn, standing right behind Jaxen, immediately grasped his intention.


    He aimed to use the software to project what this child might look like as an adult.


    Despite the significant changes a person undergoes from childhood to adulthood, certain features often remain recognizable. This technology, though often used in child abduction cases, was notmonly seen in everyday scenarios.


    Vincent observed Jaxen’s actions intently and murmured,


    “You are attempting to create a simtion of what this child would look like now?”


    “That’s right!” Jaxen dered with a gesture of triumph.


    “Even if we don’t know if this child is still alive, having a detailed image will definitely make the search easier.”


    His hands moved with practiced speed, and soon he had generated a new image. The child’s features were proportionally adjusted, creating a striking resemnce to Earl Poulos.


    If the child were still alive, this image could help locate him more efficiently.


    Dale was visibly thrilled, his voice full of excitement.


    “Even if we can’t find the real person, we can use this image to track down a look-alike!”


    Vincent’s gaze hardened as he looked at Dale. His tone was icy and devoid of any warmth.


    “If you intend to secure the castle through such deceitful means, our agreement is null and void.”


    For a father who had endured years of grief over a missing child, discovering that a lead was nothing but a fabrication by his closest rtive would be an unimaginable betrayal. Vincent was determined that such a fate would never befall Earl Poulos.


    Dale clutched the photo with a derisive smirk, his arrogance fully restored.


    “That’s perfectly fine, Mr. Adams. Once I have the castle, I will have plenty of people eager to coborate with me. I’ll find someone else willing to cover my gambling debts.”


    Jaxen, already tensing with frustration, spoke through gritted teeth.


    “Why do I get the sense you are practically inviting a beating?”


    As he spoke, Jaxen removed his jacket, revealing his well-defined muscles.


    Years of intense training had given him a punch strong enough to send Dale sprawling.


    The once arrogant and self-satisfied Dale instantly shrank back, scrambling to justify his actions.


    “If I don’t settle my gambling debts, they will drag me off to be a test subject! If you refuse to assist me, at least give me a chance to rescue myself!”


    “You can pursue other methods, but if you attempt to deceive with malicious intent, I will never condone it,” Vincent’s eyes were chillingly intense, and though his tone remained even, it carried an unmistakable weight.


    “Alternatively, I could contact those debt collectors right now and have them take you away.”


    Dale’s expression instantly shifted to fury as he spat out,


    “So you are really threatening me like this? I am finished with this arrangement.”


    “Turning your back is no longer an option,” Vincent interjected firmly, dismantling any remaining illusions Dale might have had.


    At that moment, a sudden knock echoed from the door.


    “Miss Bailey, are you in there?”


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