Caden gestured to the butler, who immediately got the message.

"This way, please, Mr. Rhys."

"Sure." Dustin nodded and followed the butler to the lounge. He took a seat and waited. It was a long wait.

It wasn’t until he finished his third cup of tea that Caden appeared with several men in tow.

"I really appreciate you saving my daughter, young man. Here’s a ten-million-dollar check. Consider this your pay." Caden sat down and motioned to one of his men, who presented a check to Dustin.

"What? Thank you for your kind intentions, Mr. Murray, but this isn’t what I want." Dustin stared at the check, puzzled.

"It doesn’t matter whether you want it. What matters is that this is what I’m paying you for a job well done." Caden sipped on his tea.

"What’s that supposed to mean?" Dustin’s eyes narrowed.

"Don’t you get it? The Gozoraberry isn’t yours. All you’re getting is the money." Caden spelled it out in plain words.

"Mr. Murray, we had a deal. I cure your daughter, and you give me the Gozora