Taylor hesitated for a second before adding, "But it might have something to do with another child from the Lovaris family." Arthur frowned. "Another child? Isn’t Mia their only daughter? What do you mean?" Taylor’s expression turned secretive, and without warning, he grabbed Arthur and pulled him into the courtyard. Arthur had no idea what he was up to. He just stared at Taylor in confusion. Taylor glanced around to make sure no one was listening, then leaned in closer and whispered, "I’m about to tell you something, but you have to keep it a secret." Arthur couldn’t help but be intrigued by Taylor’s secrecy. "A secret? What kind of secret?" Taylor leaned in and whispered, lowering his voice. "I heard Mia used to have a little sister. She was really sick, so the Lovaris family never made her existence public to protect her. But at some point, she disappeared. After that, people started saying Mia was the Lovaris family’s only child. And from what I’ve heard… her disappearance might be connected to the Tremo family." Taylor’s expression grew more serious. "I actually asked Mia about her sister once. The moment I mentioned it, she completely lost it. She was furious. I never brought it up again after that." Before Arthur could react, a shadow flickered at the doorway. Arthur’s martial arts instincts kicked in immediately. Something wasn’t right. Without a word, he grabbed Taylor’s arm, signaling him toward the entrance. Taylor looked confused. "What? What’s wrong?" They had been having a normal conversation, so why was Arthur suddenly acting so weird? It was clear Taylor hadn’t realized what Arthur was trying to tell him. Before Taylor could even process what was happening, multiple figures suddenly emerged in the courtyard. Dressed in black from head to toe, they wore gloves, masks, and caps, leaving no part of their faces exposed. The moment they stepped in, they charged straight at Arthur and Taylor."Hey! Hey! What the heck are you doing?" Taylor yelled, his voice cracking with fear. But before he could even turn to see their faces properly, something slammed into the back of his head—hard. Everything went black. His body gave out, completely beyond his control. As his vision blurred, the last thing he saw was Arthur, locked in combat with the attackers. Then, just as Arthur spun around, his face changed in horror. "Taylor!" A dark figure loomed behind Arthur. The man was gripping a thick baseball bat, swinging it straight at the back of Arthur’s head. Taylor wanted to warn him, to scream at him to move. But his body was already shutting down, and before he could do anything, everything faded to darkness. Inside an abandoned warehouse. Arthur’s head jerked as the black cloth covering his face was ripped off. Blinding light flooded his eyes, making him instinctively squint. As his vision adjusted, he finally saw who was sitting in front of him. Finley. But he looked nothing like the composed, gentlemanly figure he usually pretended to be. His shirt collar was messy, his tie was hanging off-center, and the warm smile that always graced his face had vanished completely. What replaced it was something dark and menacing. He leaned back lazily in a chair, completely at ease, but the way he looked at Arthur was unsettling. It was the kind of gaze a predator gave its prey—watching, waiting. Arthur's eyes darted around the warehouse, scanning for any sign of Taylor. He wasn’t there.Arthur’s voice came out sharp and demanding. "Where's Taylor? What did you do to him?" Finley let out an annoyed sigh, rubbing his ear like Arthur’s voice was giving him a headache. "That idiot Taylor? He’s locked up somewhere else." Arthur’s stomach clenched. "What did you do to him?" He was bound so tightly to the chair that he couldn’t move an inch, no matter how desperate he felt. Finley rolled his eyes. "He’s still knocked out. Like I have the time to babysit him." Arthur exhaled slowly. If they aren’t concerned about him, that means he’s not in immediate danger. Finley leaned back, casually inspecting his fingers as if this entire situation was just an inconvenience to him. "Arthur, I have to admit, you’ve got some skills. I never thought you’d push me to this point." Arthur’s expression darkened. "What do you want?" Even as he spoke, his eyes darted around, mapping out the space and searching for an exit. The warehouse was abandoned and filled with old metal scraps, rusted oil drums, and broken-down equipment. In the far corner, there were a few deteriorating rooms, their doors barely hanging on. Aside from the dim lamp above his head, there was no other light source. If not for his keen vision, he wouldn’t have been able to see much at all. Surrounding him were several masked men, the same ones who had dragged him here, standing guard.