Dexter walked behind Evangeline, helplessly distant. The screams of the "ghosts" continued from the front. Originally, the game took at least three hours, but Evangeline finished in one hour, even catching all the "ghosts." She tied their clothes together; thirty-five "ghosts" were tied in a line and removed from the abandoned hospital. It was quite a shocking scene.

The spook house boss, watching his employees pretending to be ghosts, hesitated to speak. He remained silent because Dexter had paid a considerable sum. Finally, he gave each employee $200 for "mental damage."

Evangeline handed the boss the rope used to tie the "ghosts," saying, "Their scare tactics are too simple and repetitive. They always rush out and scream. Even a sudden scream near one's ear is startling. You should improve your methods."

The boss, receptive to the feedback, eagerly sought her advice. Evangeline suggested having the "ghosts" crawl on the ground and use props like skulls, broken arms, and animal viscera, throwing them at the players.

The boss loved the idea but declined, fearing he'd scare people to death, go bankrupt, and even face jail time.

"Eva, you're chatting happily with others instead of picking me up! Have you forgotten me?" Dexter's faint voice came from behind.

Evangeline turned, surprised to see Dexter's aggrieved face. "Why are you so late? You're so slow! I caught all the ghosts, and you're still lagging. Those long legs are useless!"

Dexter glared at her and walked off, dejected. He slowed when he noticed Evangeline wasn't keeping pace.

"Why are you walking so timidly? Is it that scary?" Evangeline asked with concern.

Dexter was speechless, deciding to ignore her for three seconds. After counting, he admitted, "I was scared. I need you to accompany me."

Evangeline said seriously, "Have you heard 'two negatives make a positive'? Let's play again. You won't be afraid after being scared twice."

Dexter stared at her, sighed, and said, "I'm suddenly not scared. Let's go."

They played outside until evening, returning to the hotel after dinner. Dexter helped Evangeline remove her makeup. After she washed up and returned to her room, Dexter called Scott.

"Did you catch those who ran away?" Dexter asked.

"Yes, Mr. Johnson," Scott replied. "They've been sent where you arranged. But they've fled hundreds of miles and have few relatives."

"It doesn't matter. Arrest everyone we can," Dexter said. Scott nodded. Dexter returned to his room.

Scott opened his notebook and wrote: "Mr. Johnson inquired about the whereabouts of several individuals worldwide and expressed heartfelt concern for them and their families. Mr. Johnson is very generous." He photographed the entry and sent it to Bradley and Laura in Clusia.

Bradley and Laura were puzzled by Dexter's portrayal in the four assistants' diaries. The descriptions differed greatly from the real Dexter. They wondered if the assistants, due to their busy schedules, didn't fully know him. However, since the assistants followed Dexter daily, they must know him better. Feeling guilty, Bradley and Laura sent Dexter money as compensation.

In a luxurious Hofcaster house, Arthur locked himself in a dark room filled with priceless antiques and gold bars. He lay on the gold bars, staring blankly at a painting. His phone rang repeatedly, once an hour during the day, now incessantly.

He answered without checking the caller. "You finally answered! Where are you? Why didn't you answer your phone? Gerald said you didn't go to the company. Everyone's worried," Steven's voice said. Hugo and Finnegan were chattering, but Arthur ignored them.

"I'm healing," Arthur mumbled.

"Where? If you're in a bad mood, come have a drink with us," Steven offered. Hugo added, "Didn't you say you had no feelings for Evangeline? Why are you hiding after hearing she's with another man?"

Arthur hung up, threw the phone aside, and lay face down on the gold bars. His phone rang again. Impatient, he answered, "Don't bother me. I'll be alone tonight. I'll be fine tomorrow."

An old voice replied, "Mr. Ferdinand, this is Benson. Did you mistake me for someone else?"

Arthur asked, "What's the matter?"

Benson, the Rouse residence butler, said, "Mr. Ferdinand, Mr. William Rouse's health is failing. Won't you return to inherit the family business?"

Arthur sneered, "Don't you have another son? Let him inherit it. Leave me alone."

Benson sighed, "Mr. Ferdinand, are you still resentful towards your parents and Mr. William Rouse for what happened? It wasn't their fault…" He paused apologetically, "I'm sorry. But it's Mr. William Rouse's ninetieth birthday soon. Could you attend? He'd be happy."

Arthur coldly replied, "No."

Benson said, "Mr. William Rouse said he'll pay you two gold bars per mile you travel."

Arthur was shocked. "How many grams each?"

Benson replied, "Standard 300 grams."

Arthur fell silent. Benson pleaded, "Mr. Ferdinand, Mr. William Rouse has lived with guilt, and he apologized. You're family. Put aside your hatred and let him have a happy birthday."

Arthur said deeply, "Unless he pays more…"

Benson was speechless. Arthur stated, "If he pays four gold bars per mile, I'll come."

Benson said, "Mr. William Rouse agreed. The party is on the twentieth. Be there on time."

Arthur hung up and called Gerald. "Cancel all my schedules on the nineteenth and twentieth and book a flight to Lyrendia on the nineteenth. The longest flight possible." In the face of money, Arthur would sacrifice his hatred.