?Chapter 446:


    Samuel arrived in a hurry, gasping for air and visibly distressed. He leaned forward, hands on his knees, trying to catch his breath.


    Katelyn calmly advised him, “Take your time.”


    After a few moments, Samuel straightened up, still catching his breath. He turned to Vincent, his tone urgent. “Mr. Adams, there’s a problem. Dale has escaped from the hotel. My findings suggest he’s on his way to Earl Poulos’ estate.”


    Upon hearing this, Katelyn’s expression turned stern. “Dale’s desperation has clouded his judgment, driven by those debt collectors. He’s after the castle, and knowing him, he’ll stop at nothing to get what he wants—even if it means killing the Earl.”


    She recalled overhearing Dale’s conversation with the collectors. It was clear from their talk that Earl Poulos had named Dale his heir in the will. Dale probably thought eliminating Earl Poulos would be easier than concocting a n involving a fake missing son.


    “We have to act immediately to thwart his n,” Jaxen chimed in, dragging the restrained man along. “I me myself for this; I should’ve tied him up better. Despite the debt collectors lurking outside, he dared to escape. Looks like he’s not even scared of getting caught and experimented on.”


    Vincent replied quietly, “Once he gets the castle and settles the debt, those collectors will no longer pose a threat.”


    The team hastily got into the car and drove off toward Earl Poulos’ property.


    The butler, recognizing Vincent’s car by its license te, immediately let them in. He greeted Katelyn with a courteous smile. “Miss Bailey, you’ve arrived.”


    Katelyn, visibly anxious, inquired, “Is Dale here now?”


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    The butler, clearly surprised that Katelyn knew about this, hesitated for a moment before replying. “Yes, he’s just gotten here.”


    Upon hearing this, Katelyn quickened her pace, rushing towards the castle. Vincent, Jaxen, and the reluctant captive followed closely behind. As they entered the living room, they found Earl Poulos sitting with Dale.


    Dale was lounging on the sofa, legs crossed, and for once, he wasn’t eyeing the family’s valuables.


    “Uncle Dous, I’ve got a huge surprise for you this time,” Dale said with a grin. “You’ll definitely thank me once you see what it is.”<fnd0f9> This update is avable on ?ovelFind</fnd0f9>


    Earl Poulos gripped his cane and let out a coldugh. “As long as it’s not trouble you’re bringing, that will be enough for me.”


    With a sly smile, Dale leaned in closer and whispered, “I’ve truly brought something remarkable this time. I found your long-lost son.”


    At those words, Earl Poulos lost hisposure. His cane ttered to the floor as he stood up, eyes wide with excitement. “Is that true?”


    It had been nearly thirty years since his son had disappeared, and those years had been filled with endless cycles of hope and despair.


    Earl Poulos had been haunted by the pain of losing his son, consumed by regret. Had he been more careful, would his child still be missing? His obsessive search for his son had taken a heavy toll on his health.


    This news felt like a lost traveler stumbling upon an oasis in the desert—a sudden surge of hope.


    Dale, thoroughly enjoying Earl Poulos’ shock, couldn’t hide his glee. “I’m absolutely serious. Why would I joke about something like this?”


    “If you’ve found him, why isn’t he here yet?” Earl Poulos asked, his voice trembling. “What’s his life been like? Has he suffered all these years?”


    Earl Poulos grew increasingly anxious and excited, fueling Dale’s satisfaction. Had Dale thought of this sooner, he could have already imed the castle for himself.


    Dale leisurely said, “You can meet him—but first, Uncle Dous, you need to sign the castle over to me. Once that’s settled, I’ll bring him straight to you.”


    Earl Poulos, realizing Dale’s intentions, fixed him with a hard stare.


    “Are you trying to make a deal with me?” he demanded.


    Dale nodded emphatically. “Exactly. It’s a deal. The opportunity to see your son is right before you. The choice is yours.”


    Earl Poulos sank into the sofa, his eyes alight with fierce determination.


    Suddenly, a desperate voice echoed from the doorway. “Don’t do it!”


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