Since she couldn’t gather any more information for now, she decided to begin with others. Members of the Robles family were likely to be the most informed.
Setting her phone aside, a trace of resolve hardened in Katelyn’s eyes.
She rose and made her way outside. Soon, a day passed.
In a crumbling warehouse on the outskirts of town, Chester—unkempt and unshaven—was shoved inside, his movements rough and unceremonious.
His glare burned with fury as he turned on his captors, his voice sharp with outrage. “You have no right to do this! What you’re doing is a direct violation of Yata’s laws!”
He was a prisoner. Dragging him here was just as unlawful as breaking him out.
Yet no matter how fiercely he resisted, the men holding him showed no intention of letting go. They hauled him deeper into the warehouse until, at last, he caught sight of the person seated before him. It was Katelyn.
Chester’s breath hitched. “You?” His voice wavered with disbelief. “Why are you here?”
A heavy sense of dread settled in his chest, creeping through him like ice. That unease spread like wildfire, and before he knew it, his hands trembled involuntarily.
Katelyn’s lips curled into an almost playful smirk. “Why wouldn’t I be? You’re standing on my ground now.”
Chester forced himself to suppress the rising fear in his gut. He spoke in a low, controlled tone. “Marco’s crimes—our punishment—wasn’t that enough? What more do you want?”
Vincent had already ensured the entire Robles family was thrown behind bars. Hadn’t they suffered enough? His expression darkened. Katelyn, however, caught the flicker of panic in his eyes. Amusement glinted in hers as she mused, “For someone with so little courage, you actually had no problem committing monstrous crimes. Should I be impressed?”
There was mockery in her voice, her gaze laced with disdain. She had once assumed that the head of the Robles family would at least possess some spine, but what sat before her now was a man devoid of integrity.
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Chester said nothing, his eyes locked on Katelyn. She wasn’t here for something trivial. That much was obvious. If this were a minor issue, she wouldn’t have gone to such great lengths to extract him from prison.
The implications were troubling. The way she had orchestrated this entire thing—it hinted at an influence far beyond what Chester had anticipated.
Or was there a greater force at play? A chilling thought crossed his mind. Could the King be involved?
His entire body went cold at the possibility. If that were true, his fate was already sealed. The more he dwelled on it, the more panic clawed at him.
He turned back to Katelyn, forcing himself to remain composed. “Miss Bailey, why have you brought me here? Just say what you want.”
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