Katelyn’s fate was now entirely at the mercy of Breck’s decisions.

Vincent struggled to mask the murderous intent in his eyes. Even when faced with a gun to his head just moments before, he hadn’t felt such intense anger.

Katelyn, trying to stabilize herself, made an effort to rise from the floor. After being electrocuted twice, even standing was a struggle. Yet, her eyes burned with deep contempt.

“All you know is how to resort to these despicable tactics. It’s truly pitiful.”

Breck offered a faint smile. “Despicable or not, as long as they work, that’s all that matters to me.”

Vincent’s expression was cold. At that moment, his phone buzzed with a new message.

Upon reading the message, Vincent’s rage cooled immediately. He threw the phone at Breck’s feet.

“It looks like we need to talk terms again. If you don’t remove this collar within thirty minutes, I assure you this information will spread worldwide in seconds.”

Breck picked up the phone skeptically, but his complexion drained upon viewing its contents. His eyes filled with terror, and his voice trembled.

“How could this be? How did you get these?”

The phone displayed a collection of evidence Samuel had compiled on Breck’s illegal activities over the years. This included his involvement in the black market and human trafficking, complete with harrowing images of slaves brutalized to death.

These were damning pieces of evidence. Despite Breck’s noble status, such revelations would not only tarnish his reputation but turn his existence into a living nightmare. Decades of his family’s esteemed reputation would collapse under these scandals.

The respect his family usually commanded would turn to deep animosity once the public found out about his crimes.

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This was Breck’s weak spot.

Vincent kept quiet, looking uninterested.

On the contrary, Breck’s feelings erupted immediately. “All of these are fake. You won’t destroy me with these lies.”

Vincent scornfully responded, “Then I’ll share these with the world. We’ll see if your proud noble heritage protects you now.”

Breck’s expression contorted, erasing all signs of his previous composure. He now appeared downright horrifying.

Gripping the remote with force, he growled, “You think you can threaten me with this? I could end Katelyn’s life in an instant.”

“I’ve warned you, if anything happens to her, your whole family will pay with their lives.”

Vincent was notably composed right now, his demeanor calm as if he were back in the corporate world, effortlessly discussing profit margins across the negotiation table. “Wouldn’t the revelation of these secrets be more dreadful than mere death for you?”

Once more, Breck found himself speechless. The thought of these secrets being revealed was too catastrophic to bear. He didn’t even pause to ponder how Vincent had come to possess such accurate information.

Reluctance clouded Breck’s eyes, yet he found himself with no options but to put down the remote and yield.

“Mr. Adams, please have mercy. I’ll ensure Miss Bailey’s safety and return her unscathed. Just please don’t reveal these secrets. Elora is still too young. I can’t involve her in this mess.”

Desperation was evident in both Breck’s voice and eyes. He now understood that challenging Vincent had been the gravest mistake of his life.

Vincent’s response was brief. “Take the collar off her. Now!”

These words deeply agitated Breck. His expression became odd, and he faltered, struggling to speak clearly.

Katelyn felt a sudden unease. Trying to contain her anxiety, she questioned, “Is it impossible to completely remove this collar?”

Ever since the collar had been put on, Katelyn had a nagging suspicion. It seemed the device was incomplete, potentially causing electric shocks even if Breck didn’t press the button.

Breck, faltering, admitted, “The collar is still in the prototype stage; I haven’t figured out how to remove it.”

Vincent’s tone hardened. “What did you just say?!”

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