Chapter 632 A Useless Person Holds Little Value in Duskfall

When Otto saw Vanya, he noticed her broken leg, pale complexion, and the multitude of injuries that marred her body. Her already slender frame appeared even more emaciated than usual, resembling a bag of bones. Vanya’s eyes landed on Otto. A faint change flickered across her face, revealing a glimmer of hope. He unconsciously looked away, avoiding eye contact with her. Vince fetched a chair and positioned it beside his employer. Joseph, donning a black overcoat, wore a cold and stern countenance. As always, he emanated an air of superiority. Silence prevailed between the two parties. Clad in a padded jacket, Vince resembled a formidable Tibetan Mastiff. His gaze fixed fiercely on Otto as he demanded, "Where's the money?" "My father says to consider Vanya a gift," Otto retorted, “A worthless person holds little value in Duskfall.” As the words fell, Vanya's head snapped up and her pupils dilated. In a voice hoarse from thirst, she shouted, "That's impossible! Cyrus would never tre