Regarding Sylvester, it was just a sense of duty. He believed Seraphine was already his woman.

"Is that right?" Eric chuckled. "Sylvia and I are still deeply in love!"

Seraphine rolled her eyes, thinking Sylvia and Eric were the epitome of true love.

-

The Pettersons' mansion in Dortmund City had become desolate after several months. Fallen leaves were scattered, and the landscape had grown wild, losing its shape. The place hadn't been cleaned in a while.

A few days ago, it had been auctioned and bought by a mysterious buyer.

A figure stood at the mansion's entrance, gazing at the desolate building. Several tall, burly men were behind him.

Kenneth Petterson had returned to Dortmund City.

"How's it going in Salt City?" He clenched his fist. "What's the progress?"

One of the men stepped forward and said, "Mr. Petterson—"

Before he could finish, Kenneth glared at him. He quickly corrected himself, "Mr. Johnson... Everything is going smoothly. We've gathered a lot of information,