When they entered the dream, the gems were real.


    Fermin had woken up faster than them and taken the gems. Then he must have found a way to hide them or hand them off to someone else.


    In other words, this whole thing was nned.


    "If that''s the case, Mrs. Houston and the others are in danger," Barton said


    anxiously, realizing someone in their group was a traitor.


    The Illuminati couldn''t have collected so many rare stones for nothing. There had to be a scheme.


    "I need to think this through," Andrew muttered, pressing his forehead.


    Barton noticed his pale face and immediately stepped forward. "Sir, are you having another episode? William said you shouldn''t stress yourself out. I''ll get your medicine."


    "Come back," Andrew said. "I''m not taking any medicine right now."


    "It won''t work, sir. The doctor warned you against thinking too much. That''s why you left Seamar City to enjoy peace. Mrs. Houston has Mr. Houston looking out for her. You don''t need to worry, sir."


    Andrew had thought the same.


    Debra had gotten Marion''s protection and the Potter family''s support. Everything should be fine.


    But the Illuminati was moreplicated than he''d imagined. Their influence ran deep, and a small misstep could ruin everything he had set up so far.


    "You can go. I''ll take a rest," Andrew said, dismissing him.


    "Sir, the doctor said if you keep this up, there''ll be no saving you," Barton advised bitterly.


    "Leave!" Andrew snapped.


    His eyes showed a sharp edge, likely from the headache.


    Barton couldn''t defy his order and had to leave.


    Andrew pressed his temples, knowing the road ahead would.


    but time was running out.


    get harder. He wanted to conto 3 get


    In his past life, he had faced death without fear. But in this life, he wanted tost


    longer.


    Another six months would be enough.


    The Illuminati wasn''t something


    Debra or Marion could handle. There were too many strings pulled behind the scenes. The situation was far


    more dangerous than he''d thought.


    Suddenly, something clicked in his mind. He shot up and staggered toward the door.


    He didn''t take his cane, and his hand was clutching his head. Barton rushed up to support him.


    "Sir, where are you going?"


    "Get Debra back. She can''t go to that banquet."


    "But our people..."


    Barton didn''t understand the situation.


    Just then, Andrew copsed to the floor, unconscious.


    Barton didn''t waste a second and shouted, "Send for the doctor!"


    ...


    Outside an old castle, Debra appeared in a white dress and a mask.


    There was only one invitation. Out of the three of them, only one could go in. If it


    wasn''t Michael, it had to be Marion.


    If she wanted in, she''d have to y dirty. She''d pick an unlucky


    Bet


    knock them out, and take the son


    identity to get in.