Crystal was flustered and tried to push Sebastian out of the residence.Sebastian stood his ground with his gaze fixed coldly on Dante, who was visibly panicking. "Dante, aren't you going to explain?"Dante was terrified, his eyes darting around nervously."Dante! What's going on? Did you have me kidnapped?" Whitney looked at Dante with a mix of disbelief and shock.Dante, growing desperate, took a bold step forward. He pointed at Sebastian and shouted, "You're full of it! You, you're slandering me! What gives you the right to say I had my sister kidnapped? She's my sister! How could I do something like that? Do you even have any proof?"Sebastian chuckled coldly. "Proof? Leonardo already spilled everything! You owed 50 million in gambling debts and saw no way out, so you had your sister kidnapped. You hoped to take control of the company and get the money to pay off your debts!""You're full of crap! You're spewing nonsense!" Dante shouted, his anger boiling over. "I didn't do

Sebastian had risked his life to save Whitney, but what he got in exchange was insults and zero trust. He was upset, so he kept drinking.…Zakary was sent to the hospital by his subordinate. When he woke up, he was so mad that he kept shouting. "God damn it!" This was the first time he got beaten up so badly in Steinberg. How humiliating!"I will not let you off the hook, Sebastian! The same goes to Hans and James!" Zakary roared at the top of his lungs. Then, he got up and asked his subordinate, "Send me to the Targery residence now!""Mr. McQueen, are you in good shape to go now?" one of the men asked.Zakary slapped that man and shouted. "Are you an idiot? Mr. Targery Senior would only help us if he sees this!"The man who got slapped suddenly understood, and he nodded. "Yes, yes! I got it now!"Soon, he drove Zakary to an estate on the outskirts of Steinberg, which was the Targery residence!The entire estate wasn't too big nor too small, but it was built in a traditio

"Very well! What a brave young man! I never expected there to be someone who could beat up my men and even ask me to visit him personally!" Eugene's face was filled with rage. He hit the armrest and said coldly, "Get the car ready! I want to see how powerful this young man is!" With that, Eugene walked out of the Targery residence.A large group of nearly a hundred men in black suits quickly followed. The entrance was lined with dozens of black sedans.Eugene got into his car, and Zakary quickly joined him. "Mr. Targery Senior, that brat is too arrogant. We need to give him a lesson he'll never forget!""I know," Eugene replied coldly.The cars started up, heading quickly toward the grocery store.Zakary had a sinister look on his face as he thought to himself, "You little punk! This time you're done for!"Meanwhile, Hans and James were also rushing to the store. They couldn't ignore Eugene's orders. After all, defying him would mean they couldn't operate in Steinberg anymore

Earlier, Zakary hadn't mentioned any of this to Eugene, only claiming that Sebastian had stormed into the casino, causing chaos. He also suggested that it might have been part of a power play by Hans.Zakary shuddered and quickly explained, "Mr. Targery Senior, I-I didn't know… This was all done by my subordinates. You know how it is with a large group—sometimes things get out of control. "Besides, even if what he's saying is true, there's no reason for him to attack and destroy the casino or hurt me! I'm one of your people! If he does this, it's like he's insulting you!"Eugene frowned, contemplating the situation. He looked at Sebastian and said sternly, "No matter what happened before, you shouldn't have resorted to violence!"Sebastian laughed. "So, Mr. Targery Senior, you're just going to ignore the facts?" he retorted with a cold smile.Eugene's expression darkened. "Boy, I don't want to hear your nonsense! Get him!"The two bodyguards quickly moved forward.Sebastian's g

Vincent looked sickly. An elderly man in a blue robe was currently checking up on him."What's the diagnosis, Dr. Evans?" Vincent asked.He'd fallen ill after returning from a private art exhibition, feeling weak, with aching limbs, dizziness, and occasionally even coughing up blood.Michael Evans was Vincent's personal doctor, known for his medical expertise.He paused for a moment, then smiled and said, "Mr. Hindon, it's nothing serious. It's just a common cold exacerbated by some underlying conditions. "I'll give you a few acupuncture treatments and prescribe some medicine. Rest for a few days, and you should be fine."Vincent nodded, "Thank you, Dr. Evans.""There's no need to thank me, Mr. Hindon. It's my duty," Michael replied with a smile before leaving to prepare for his treatment.Vincent coughed a few more times and asked the man in the black suit who had entered, "Is he here?""Yes, he's waiting in the parlor," the man replied."Bring him in," Vincent said as he c