It was precisely due to her appearance that Josie suddenly realized Selena and Summer looked remarkably alike. It wasn't a physical resemblance, but a similarity in demeanor. They appeared gentle on the surface, but underneath, there was an undeniable toughness. If Selena were a few years younger, they might look even more alike. With a complex expression, Salazar looked at her. “I never expected that someone, who was already presumed dead, could actually come back to life, and with a child no less.” Morgan wore a look of understanding and murmured, “So this is the secret...” Salazar turned to Dexter. “Mr. Russell, you've been planning this move since five years ago. Truly, you're a master.” “You've misunderstood. Five years ago, I never imagined you'd reach the position you're in now. Everything that's happened has been the will of fate.” The sea breeze rustled Dexter's black coat as he stood with his hands behind his back, exuding confidence and poise. “You're right. Even now, you won't be able to conceal someone's death right under my nose.” Given that he occupied a position of power, his words carried significant weight. Salazar turned around, facing the vast ocean. “I'm taking the child away.” His decision indicated that he was certain the child of Selena was his own. Summer furrowed her brows, while Selena stepped forward. “I don't agree. You can't provide him with a stable environment. He won't acknowledge you as his father.” “Do you think these things matter?” Salazar's assertiveness was overwhelming. He raised a finger. “If I want to, you'll have to come with me as well!” “You!” Selena lowered her voice, full of resentment for the past. “Aren't you afraid I'll report you?” Summer stepped forward at just the right moment. “Ms. Quiroz, aren't you being overconfident?” Selena glanced at her. “Yes, I may die before the report letter gets submitted. But what if Mrs. Zastrow finds out? She's not one to tolerate any nonsense.” Summer's expression shifted at the mention of Felicia Reed. Selena caught on and asked in an overbearing manner, “Ms. Olsen, does Mrs. Zastrow know about you?” “I'm not like you, Ms. Quiroz, always wanting everything and driving people to their limits. I'm not a greedy person, and Mrs. Zastrow really appreciates that about me.” “Oh? And what if Mrs. Zastrow sees something she shouldn't?” “You!” “Selena, do you think you still have a chance to see her?” Salazar said in a grim tone. Upon hearing that, Dexter gave a slight nod. “Mrs. Zastrow is watching a performance at Rivodia Opera House today. By this time, she should have already met my people.” The expression on Salazar's face changed. He raised his voice as he asked, “Dexter, are you trying to go against me?” “I wouldn't dare. You saved my life. However, I wish to live a bit longer, so it's only natural for me to hold some cards in my hand.” “You're applying the tale of The Farmer and the Viper on me, aren't you? Believe it or not, I hold the power to give you life and take it away.” “I believe you,” Dexter said calmly. “So, for everyone's safety, I have a better suggestion.” “What is it?” “The Russell family has many descendants. The child will have an identity by placing him under someone's care. If you wish to visit in the future, you'll have a legitimate reason.” Salazar fixed his gaze on him, then burst out laughing after a moment. “Mr. Russell, are you planning to use a child to threaten me for the rest of my life?” There was not a hint of a smile in Dexter's eyes. “You could take him as your godson. This way, you wouldn't need to get past Mrs. Zastrow's approval, nor would you have to face criticism from the outside world. Besides, having a connection with the Russell family would only benefit you, not harm you.”