"Nonsense!" Hector knocked away the knife offered to him.

"I know Natasha very well. She would never do anything like this! There must have been a mistake!"

When Hector heard that his daughter was in trouble, he immediately rushed home. He didn't expect to be met with such a hostile scene as soon as he stepped inside.

Were they going to enforce the house law? Who dared to enforce the house law while the head of the family was away?

"Uncle Hector, it's impossible to know a person truly. Character is nothing in front of riches."

Dylan shook his head and continued, "The treasury was robbed, and only you and your daughter have the keys. If it wasn't Natasha, was it you, then?"

"Nonsense!"

Hector glared at Dylan and exclaimed, "As the family head, I consider myself upright and honorable. I would never do anything that harms our family!"

"Well, that's certainly unusual. If it wasn't you or Natasha, was it a ghost who did it?" Dylan asked sarcastically.

The crowd was doubtful upon