Chapter 658

“Hello, my name is Caitlin. We are from the Jonathan family in the US. I am here to visit Mr. Hector Jonathan. Could you please inform him?”

The guard looked baffled. “We’ve never heard of any relatives from the US. You must have the wrong place.”

He had seen all sorts of people coming to the gate, especially impostors pretending to be relatives to curry favor or borrow money. When Caitlin mentioned she was here to see a relative, his first instinct was to reject her.

Just as the heavy gates were about to close, Sebastian held them open. Caitlin quickly added, “My grandfather Walter was Hector’s brother. If you don’t believe me, you can go ask your master yourself.”

The guard, seeing how serious she looked, finally said, “Fine. Wait outside. I’ll go ask.”

The gates shut again, leaving Caitlin and Sebastian waiting.

Inside the Jonathan estate, the gardens were lush and elegant. Hector, the family’s patriarch, lounged on a recliner in the courtyard, swaying gently as he listened to opera, tapping his fingers to the rhythm.

Beside him, Nicoletta, Liliana’s mother, was brewing tea. Just as she was pouring, the butler hurried over.

“Master, madam!” he said breathlessly.

Startled, Nicoletta’s hand shook, spilling tea over the rim. She set the pot down with irritation. “What’s the matter, rushing in like that and startling me?”

“My apologies, madam. Just now, someone came to the gate claiming to be relatives from the Jonathan family in the US.”

At those words, Hector, who had been reclining with his eyes closed, suddenly froze. His eyes snapped open.

“Relatives of the Jonathan family?”

He sat up abruptly. Nicoletta looked equally surprised. She exchanged a glance with Hector and asked, “Did they give a name?”

“She said her name is Caitlin. Her grandfather was Walter. She claimed he was your brother.”

“Caitlin…”

The name seemed to strike Hector like lightning. He rose from his chair, his expression turning grave. Gripping his cane, he turned to leave.

“Where are you going?” Nicoletta asked quickly.

“Back to

my room.”

Without another word, the old man walked away.

The butler, left hanging, turned to Nicoletta. “Madam, what should I tell them?”

“What else? Say the master is unwell and does not receive visitors. And tell them our family has no relatives from the US. Do not let them in.”

“Yes, madam.”

Outside the gate, Caitlin and Sebastian waited a good fifteen minutes before the guard finally reappeared.

“The master says he has no relatives from the US. He’s never heard of the names you mentioned. Now leave.”

Caitlin pressed on, unwilling to give up. “Are you sure you gave the right name? My grandfather’s name was Walter. Please, just let me meet Mr. Hector in person. If I explain, he will remember.”

“No use. The master is unwell and does not see anyone.”

With that, the guard slammed the gates shut.

The heavy thud echoed like a cruel rejection. For Caitlin, this was the third time today she had hit a dead end.

She wanted to pound on the gates again, but Sebastian caught her arm. “If they’re avoiding you, it’s because they’re hiding something. No matter how hard you knock, they won’t open.”

“Nothing works. What am I supposed to do now?”

Even Caitlin, usually calm and composed, was showing her frustration. Sebastian squeezed her hand. “If going directly doesn’t work, we can try another way.”

His other way was to start with The Seventh Door and work their way in.

That evening, Caitlin, Sebastian, Tyler, and Zinnia disguised themselves and headed to Regalis’s largest underground entertainment complex. After passing a metal detector, they entered without issue.

As they walked through the crowded chaos, Caitlin asked, “Did you find out who runs The Seventh Door now?”

“Yes. His name is Ignatius Powell. He’s Nicoletta’s brother.”

“Ignatius Powell?” Caitlin repeated, immediately thinking of Forrest. “Forrest’s surname is Powell too. Could that be a coincidence? Or is there a connection?” 

“Could be family, could be distant relatives. We’ll know once we see him,” Sebastian replied, scanning the bustling crowd with sharp eyes. This was Regalis’s most dangerous hub, where countless shadowy forces converged. They needed to stay alert.

The Seventh Door was enormous, encompassing every kind of entertainment imaginable. But it wasn’t just a place for gambling and pleasure–it was a fortress. Any business wanting to survive in Regalis had to pay annual protection fees to The Seventh Door in exchange for cover.

This meant that even if the Jonathans sat idle, a steady stream of cash flowed in. And to launder those profits, they used legitimate ventures like their perfume empire, which polished their image in society and made

them one of D Country’s most powerful families.

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The group made their way into the casino. Business was booming, with wealthy patrons laying down extravagant bets.

Chips runners approached them, offering to help, but Sebastian waved them off. He wanted to look around first.

“This casino is massive. Meeting the boss won’t be easy,” Caitlin murmured.

Sebastian’s lips curled into a confident smile. “Not easy, but not impossible. Watch me.”

He had already studied the casino’s internal layout beforehand. He knew the control center was the nerve hub, where staff monitored the entire operation. He suspected the boss’s office was nearby.

To get inside, Sebastian had a plan.

“Tyler, go exchange some chips.”

“Got it.”

Tyler returned with 100,000 in chips and handed them over.

Sebastian sat down at a poker table, choosing the most popular game–Texas Hold’em. Caitlin sat beside him, watching closely. It was the first time she’d seen him gamble, and to her surprise, he was excellent.

Starting with 100,000 chips, he won five hands in a row. His stack quickly multiplied to 3,000,000.

That wasn’t unusual; casinos sometimes let newcomers win at first. But when Sebastian won nine consecutive rounds and his stack swelled to 15,000,000, the dealer began to sweat.

Discreetly, the man pressed a hidden alarm on his wrist before dealing the next hand.

In the control room, an alert flashed on the screens. Surveillance cameras zoomed in, locking onto Sebastian’s table.