“You!” Chester was infuriated.

But just then, officials from the tax bureau arrived. Bruhl Hampton, the head of the tax bureau, turned to Chester, then spoke to Vincent, “Mr. Adams, we’ve been informed you possess evidence of the Robles family’s tax evasion. Could you present this evidence?”

He had never agreed with Chester, and seeing this opportunity, he wasn’t going to let it pass by.

Vincent gestured at Samuel. Samuel immediately presented the documents to Bruhl, saying, “Commissioner Hampton, here is the evidence. Please review it.”

Seeing this, Chester panicked, realizing there was no way out of the situation. In a desperate move, he threw himself onto the pile of documents and shouted, “Don’t touch it! Everyone back off, or you’ll regret it!”

His actions only served to prove his guilt, making it clear to everyone that something was definitely wrong.

Bruhl immediately gestured to his team. They stepped forward and pulled Chester away from the documents.

Chester, being merely a magistrate, was no match for Bruhl’s security personnel and was quickly restrained.

Bruhl approached the documents and began examining them. His face darkened as he read, glaring at Chester with fury. “How can you go so low? You even stole earthquake relief supplies meant for Santhur? Those were intended to save lives!”

He had assumed Chester was only guilty of tax evasion, but it was now clear that Chester was involved in corruption as well. This revelation escalated the gravity of the charges.

Chester twisted in distress and shouted, “This isn’t true! Vincent made up this evidence!”

Mark was completely overwhelmed by the unfolding events. A mere playboy, he had never faced such severe circumstances. He remained silent on the sidelines, not daring to intervene. However, deep down, he understood that the end was near.

Bruhl scoffed and ordered, “Investigate this thoroughly!”

It wouldn’t take much to prove whether the evidence was real or fake. Did Chester really think he could just walk away from this? No way! Chester opened his mouth to defend himself, but Vincent’s voice cut through the room like ice. “If he speaks again, break his leg.”

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There was no need to go easy on someone like Chester. If he had even a shred of conscience, he never would have dared to steal from disaster relief supplies.

Vincent didn’t need to know the exact death toll from the Santhur earthquake—the reports he’d seen were enough. The devastation was horrifying. Santhur was already struggling, and when disaster struck, survival became even harder. Every bit of aid mattered. This would cause the death toll to skyrocket.

But Chester had the audacity to steal from the hands of the desperate. For that alone, death would be a fitting punishment.

At Vincent’s command, Samuel drew his knife and pressed it against Chester’s shoulder. The warning was clear—if Chester spoke, the blade would do its job.

Chester’s fists clenched, his face twisted with frustration, but he said nothing. He had no doubt Samuel would follow through without hesitation.

Fiona hid behind Mark. No matter how arrogant the siblings had been in the past, their confidence had never come from their own strength. It had always been borrowed—from Ryanna, Annie, and the Robles family.

But if the Robles family crumbled, so would they. They were nothing on their own. Against Vincent, a man with absolute power, they were dust in the wind.

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