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Emmanuel’s gaze was locked onto Gautier, his tone cold and cutting. “Are you

serious?

“As serious as it gets!” Gautier suddenly pulled out a gun, pointing it directly

at William.

Shock rippled through the crowd, their disbelief palpable as Gautier, the son,

stood ready to defy his father.

“Father, you’re wrong!” Gautier’s voice softened as he spoke. “Loyalty and

honor are the cornerstones of our family. The Quillen family helped us in our

darkest hour. How can we repay their generosity with betrayal?”

For a moment, William stared at his son, stunned, before a twisted grin crept

across his disfigured face, turning his expression into something grotesque,

like a bloodied specter.

“Gautier, stop!” Winona, who had been missing all night, suddenly appeared,

crying out desperately. “That’s your father!”

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Behind her, Hubert, whose face was still disfigured from the Ferris Wheel

Happiness incident, stood silently. Released early from prison due to the

Verkade family’s newfound power, he now observed the scene–a father

broken and a brother aiming a gun at him. Where most would be horrified,

Hubert found himself smiling.

brother was daring, shrewd, and

contemplate killing

internal shock concealed beneath

exterior.

him, the thought crossing

to kill his father?”

to his destiny, William’s grin

human. “Hehe, Gautier, the land belongs to whoever

nothing more to add. But

the bitter end. My dream was always to see

to the top in

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made it to the top–not just in Yeringham,

just for

regret nothing! But you…

The Verkade family will

Bang!

echoed, freezing William’s manic grin in place. His eyes

at his son, then slowly

ground.

room fell into an icy silence, as if plunged into a deep, cold

still smoking in Gautier’s hand, indicated that the shot

been fired.

“W–William!!”

side,

turned on Gautier, hitting and scratching

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fury.

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How could you be so heartless? He was

life and nurtured you, and you repay him with this? If

let him

and curses, Gautier stood firm, his

we must

was wrong! I’m

him down

up in his eyes, though whether they

tears was

deep unease,