Vincent, document in hand, reviewed it intently.

“Reveal what you know, and I might just make a deal with you. How does that sound?”

He positioned the document in front of Langston. The term “transfer rights” leapt out from the page, striking Langston hard.

He had manipulated and endured within the Walsh family for years to get his hands on such a document. And now, it was being casually used as leverage. How absurd!

Katelyn observed Vincent, her face registering shock. She understood the document’s importance, yet here was Vincent, ready to trade it for information. Was this all for her benefit?

A faint stir touched her heart.

Langston offered a forced grin, his eyes dripping with derision as he faced Vincent.

“Do you honestly think you’re capable of confronting that person?” His look was filled with scorn.

No matter Vincent’s stature, he was merely a piece in a bigger game.

Undisturbed by Langston’s contemptuous stare, Vincent picked up the document and handed it to Samuel, his tone cold.

“Don’t worry about that. Since you’re not cooperating, there’s nothing left for us to talk about.”

He then softly said to Katelyn, “We should go.”

Katelyn was torn. She was desperate to uncover the truth, but still, they were discussing the rights to develop a jade mine! Silently agreeing, Katelyn nodded and accompanied Vincent. But just as they neared the exit, Langston’s voice stopped them.

“Hold on!”

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Vincent paused sharply and looked back at Langston.

“You’ve got two minutes. No more.”

He glanced at his watch to note the time. The countdown was on.

Langston, calming his initial rage, leaned back in his chair with a sly smile.

“I’ll consent, but I need something first.”

Vincent’s stare was cold, as sharp as it could be.

“You’re not in a position to make demands.”

Providing the document was the limit of his flexibility. Uncovering the mastermind was inevitable. Did Langston really believe his secrets could remain hidden forever?

Stunned by Vincent’s firmness, Langston was silenced.

Vincent was indeed arrogant!

Trying to regain some dignity, Langston said, “Well, it’s—” Abruptly, a gunshot resounded.

Vincent grabbed Katelyn and pulled her behind him in a hurry. Langston, who had been seated, was hit in the shoulder. Blood began to soak his clothes almost instantly.

He glanced down at the wound, his usually calm eyes filled with disbelief.

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