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    The attendant guiding Vincent curiously nced at the man behind him. He was very familiar with the elite guestsing to the ind, so they already knew Vincent’s status and personality.


    How could that man talk to Vincent in such a manner? Wasn’t he afraid of annoying Vincent?


    Even though Vincent didn’t speak, he slowed his pace and walked toward the innermost part of the ind.


    The unknown “man” was Katelyn. As soon as Vincent had located Alfy, she and Vincent had already formted a n toe here.


    Just then, they received an invitation, specifically asking Vincent to attend. They were very lucky.


    Katelyn nced at Vincent. They didn’t say anything, but silently continued inward.


    Only now did Katelyn realize that this ce was the Butterfly Valley she had heard about before, which surprised her greatly.


    She had spent months investigating Butterfly Valley, and it turned out to be here—located in international waters. She now understood why she couldn’t find it at the time.


    The sight of Butterfly Valley shocked Katelyn. It didn’t look like a deserted ind at all; instead, it was beautifully and grandly constructed. It wouldn’t be too much to call it a luxurious oasis.


    Katelyn knew what this ce meant to the T Organization, so she became intensely focused. She was worried that if they didn’t act quickly, something terrible might happen to Alfy.


    Katelyn took a deep breath, forced herself to stay calm, and followed patiently.


    When Katelyn and Vincent stepped into the grand hall, the shift in the atmosphere was almost palpable. Conversations dimmed, eyes turned toward Vincent, and the weight of unspoken curiosity settled over the nobles like a thick, stifling fog. No one had anticipated his presence.


    The whispers that had once slithered through the corridors of high society painted a tragic picture—Vincent, a man consumed by grief, lost in the abyss of sorrow after Katelyn’s untimely death. And yet… here he was.


    A silent tension crackled in the air. The gazes pinned on him brimmed with unvoiced spection.


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    Men, after all, were creatures of routine and desire. Katelyn was gone, and already, he was seeking amusement elsewhere. How predictable.


    Unfazed by the murmured judgments, Vincent and Katelyn moved with unshaken poise, trailing behind the attendant as they made their way to the front row.


    Katelyn’s eyes darkened, the glint in them turning razor-sharp as she took in the scene before her. On the elevated stage, children stood in a line, their small frames trembling under the appraising stares of bidders.


    Just as Katelyn and Vincent settled into their seats, Alfy, sitting amongst the captives, spotted Vincent. Her heart seized. For a split second, she thought her mind was ying tricks on her. But no, there he was, clear as day.


    A surge of overwhelming relief and joy rushed through her, so fierce it nearly stole her breath. She shot up, desperate to call out—


    But before a single sound could leave her lips, a hand struck out like a viper. The woman beside her, who had been watching with quiet vignce, reacted in an instant.


    A sickly-sweet scent coiled in Alfy’s nostrils. The world lurched. Her vision blurred. Darkness swallowed her whole as she crumpled into the woman’s arms.


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