Dylan held Mr. Satan's phone in his hand, Emily's name displayed on the screen, but he couldn't answer it right now. The phone rang incessantly, making him anxious. When the ringing finally stopped, he breathed a sigh of relief. His boss had too many secrets, and Emily was too smart. He feared that if he answered, he might inadvertently reveal something and cause trouble for his boss. They were at a law firm. Mr. Satan had been inside for over two hours and still hadn't come out. A few minutes later, the phone rang again. It was Emily, once more. He endured another agonizing three minutes until the ringing stopped, nearly throwing the phone in frustration. Just then, a familiar figure appeared at the entrance of the law firm. Dylan, seeing his boss, hurried over as if he had seen a savior. "Boss..." "Hmm?" Mr. Satan seemed distracted, lost in thought, and not particularly interested in talking. Dylan handed him the phone. "Boss, Emily called." Mr. Satan finally focused. "Did you answer?" "No, I didn't dare..." Dylan shrank back a little. "Do you want to call her back?" Mr. Satan reached for the phone but hesitated. "Let's get in the car first." "Aren't you going to call her back?" "Emily is pregnant right now. I don't want to worry her. I'll tell her everything once this is over." Dylan nodded. "Understood." Dylan drove while Mr. Satan sat in the back seat, looking exhausted. "Boss, did the lawyer say this case is difficult?" Mr. Satan exhaled heavily. "Yes. There were no witnesses 20 years ago. They can't determine if it was abandonment, murder, or an accident."Dylan frowned deeply. "What if Carol confesses? If she admits it, we won't have to work so hard to find evidence to convict her, right?" "We still need evidence," Mr. Satan emphasized. "Witness testimony and physical evidence, both are essential. Carol nearly burned down the whole house. It's been over twenty years. I can't find any evidence of her intentional arson. And none of the neighbors saw her set the fire or abandon me." "Is this going to be a cold case? Are we really not going to be able to bring Carol to justice?" Mr. Satan remained silent. Earlier at the law firm, the lawyer had made it clear: "The Reed family has already declared Simon Reed dead and erected a tombstone for him in the cemetery. Everyone believes Simon Reed died in that fire. If you want to reclaim the Reed Group, you must first prove you are Simon Reed. But all of Simon Reed's belongings are gone..." Mr. Satan understood the lawyer's point perfectly. Simon Reed was dead. That was an indisputable fact. The Reed Group had nothing to do with him anymore. Dylan, feeling indignant, said, "Boss, why don't we just forcefully take over the Reed Group? It might cost a lot, but you deserve to get back what's yours." Mr. Satan gave a bitter smile. "To reclaim what’s mine, I’d have to pay Carol and Nathan. Dylan, do you think that's fair?" Dylan was at a loss for words. "So what do we do? We've been preparing for so many years. We can't just give up." "Of course, we can't give up," Mr. Satan said coldly. "If I can't reclaim it, I'll destroy it completely." Dylan received a call. His expression turned serious. "Boss, Olivia took Emily to a remote area in the suburbs." Mr. Satan nodded. "I know Olivia would pick her up. Has Jackson returned?" "Yes," Dylan replied. "Jackson brought someone back..." Mr. Satan opened his eyes. "Emma?"Dylan nodded. "Yes, Jackson found Emma. He bribed a cargo ship to bring her back. He's hiding Emma in a suburban house. Olivia is probably taking Emily there to meet her." Mr. Satan understood the implication. As he dealt with the grudges of the previous generation, Emily had to face the cruel truths about her own family. In essence, both of them had been abandoned by their parents. How could the world be this way? The wicked lived well, enjoying stolen lives, while the truly good people were buried in graves. Mr. Satan sighed. "Are our men there?" "Yes, the bodyguards are protecting her secretly." "Good," Mr. Satan said. "From now on, the past will start surfacing one by one. Keep a close eye. I'm afraid Emily might not be able to handle it when Emma reveals the truth." Dylan asked, "Boss, should we go over there?" Before he could finish his sentence, they heard a loud "bang—" A blue car came barreling straight towards them. Dylan frantically turned the steering wheel to avoid it but ended up crashing into a tree in the median. The airbags deployed from the impact. Dylan, still somewhat conscious, quickly asked, "Boss, are you okay?" Mr. Satan, sitting in the back, was bleeding profusely. Dylan, looking through the rearview mirror, was shocked to see his boss's face covered in blood. "Boss..." "I'm fine..." Mr. Satan tried to move his arm, painfully removing the mask from his face. The crash had pressed the mask tightly against his skin, causing it to cut into his flesh, leaving bleeding wounds. Fortunately, the cuts were at his temples and above his forehead, hidden in his hair and not easily noticeable. Dylan paused suddenly. "Boss, the driver of the car that hit us is on the phone. He seems to be calling the police."Mr. Satan gritted his teeth. "Go!" "But..." "Go now!" "Yes, sir!" Ignoring his own pain, Dylan quickly turned the steering wheel, accelerated, and reversed out of the median, speeding away from the scene. In the rearview mirror, he could see the driver of the other car shouting, "It's not your fault! Why are you running? I'll cover the damages..." Mr. Satan chuckled bitterly. Today had not been a good day at all.