Chapter 487

Ronan stared at Casper, dumbfounded. "What do you mean, Mr. Casper? Haven't you already called off the engagement? Why are you still looking for Susan? Don't you know she's already engaged to someone from the Snyder family in Northside?" Ronan's face soured.

Casper shot him a dismissive glance, a smirk playing on his lips. "Who she's engaged to isn't my concern. I'm here to get something from her."

"What 'something'?" Ronan demanded.

Dillon stepped forward, a deep frown creasing his brow. "Mr. Ronan, just call Ms. Susan out. No need for all these questions."

"You're here asking me for something, and I can't even ask what it is?" Ronan snapped, his anger tinged with impatience. "Susan's already been tormented to the point of breaking. What could she possibly have that you want?"

"Mr. Ronan, I hope you can cooperate," Dillon said softly, rolling up his sleeves. "You know Mr. Casper's temper. He's not known for his patience."

"So what?" Ronan sneered, defiance blazing in his eyes. "You really think you can do whatever you want in Falconridge, like it's your family's playground? What happened to the law?"

"Law?" Dillon chuckled. "In Falconridge, Mr. Casper is the law. What he wants, he gets."

He couldn't win this argument or this fight, and it infuriated him. "At least tell me what you're here to take. Otherwise, I'm not letting Susan go with you."

He had imagined many scenarios, but this wasn't one of them. "What? Her cornea? Why do you need that? If you take it, she'll be blind. Who would want a blind girl? On what grounds are you taking my daughter's cornea?" But Ronan's thoughts

retorted, his tone leaving no room for negotiation. "Not just her cornea-even if it were

to face an enraged Ronan. "...if you're willing to take her place, I'm fine

stammered, knowing he couldn't sacrifice his own eyes. Casper was being utterly unreasonable. "You don't need to be so ruthless. The harm

in Ronan's words, but being called out

might not be able to bear the consequences of

not planning to leave Falconridge, Mr. Ronan," Casper said, turning slightly to give Dillon instructions. "Book a VIP room for MORonan. Let

to the

"Yes, sir."

over him. "What do you mean, Mr.

got it," Casper

Ronan was speechless.

hadn't expected Casper

people never needed to mince

no, Ronan pleaded, immediately lowering his tone. In Falconridge, Casper was king, and Ronan knew he had no choice but to comply.

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