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    Breck waspletely caught off guard. As the threat loomed closer, he instinctively shut his eyes, and Vincent ripped the cor from around his neck.


    Vincent’s gaze turned icy as he discarded the cor onto the ground.


    “Was the borate ruse really worth it?”


    Fear flooded Breck’s eyes, leaving him unable to contain his anxiety.


    Words failed him as he stepped back.


    “What do you know exactly? What are you after?”


    At that moment, Breck realized his mistake in provoking Vincent. He had misjudged him as just a youth, propelled to power only by his family.


    In Yata, Breck had confidently engaged with Vincent, treating it as a strategic game. Unexpectedly, their roles had reversed—the hunter was now the hunted.


    Watching Breck’s emotions shift, Vincent spoke calmly. “We’re looking for someone. Surrender him, and all will be forgiven.”


    Cautiously, Breck inquired, “Whom do you seek?”


    “The man who guards your daughter—the one with green eyes,” Jaxen interjected.


    “The bodyguard with green eyes?” Breck asked, still puzzled. “Why do you want him? He’s just a bodyguard.”


    Katelyn studied Breck’s face intently.


    It was clear from his confusion that he had no idea about the bodyguard’s true identity.


    Losing patience, Vincent asserted, “No more questions. Just hand him over.”


    Vincent was not in the mood for a prolonged discussion with Breck.


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    A thought struck Breck, and he clenched his jaw.


    “My daughter is in the hospital right now. You’ll need her permission to speak to her bodyguard.”


    Without hesitation, Katelyn dered, “Then, we must go to the hospital.”


    Breck paused for a moment but ultimately nodded under Vincent’s menacing gaze.


    The secrets had to remain buried, or his entire family would face ruin.


    Elora was being treated at the finest private hospital in Yata, guarded around the clock.


    When Katelyn and her group arrived, Elora had justpleted a medical examination.


    The sight of Katelyn turned her calm demeanor into pure agitation.


    “How dare you enter? Are you here to mock me? Leave immediately!” Elora screamed hysterically, hurling whatever she could grab from her bedside table at Katelyn.


    Katelyn stepped aside, her expression cold and unflinching.


    At first, Katelyn had seen Elora as nothing more than a spoiled brat. Her sympathy for Elora had even grown after learning of Bartley’s maniptive ways.


    Now, however, Katelyn felt nothing but revulsion towards her. Though Katelyn was inherentlypassionate, she began to question why she should show mercy to her enemies.


    With an icy expression, Katelyn grabbed a fruit knife.


    “Yell again, and I won’t hesitate to end your life.”


    Elora stood her ground, defiant. “Go ahead! The citizens of Yata will never let you get away with it. You’re the one to me for my suffering! Why didn’t I eliminate you earlier?” Elora cursed through gritted teeth.


    Katelyn’s eyes narrowed, her gaze radiating deadly intent, making everyone around her shiver.


    The previously loud Elora suddenly fell silent, terror creeping in as she felt the weight of Katelyn’s stare.


    “One more word, and I’ll cut off your tongue and let you bleed to death. Doubt me? We can test that right now.” Katelyn’s knife inched closer to Elora’s throat.


    Elora’splexion drained of color. “Stop, please!”


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