Jason Evans' eyes darted nervously. "N-nothing…"

Mrs. Evans' voice was icy. "Then return it! The Evans family does not bully the weak!"

Jason lowered his head. "Yes, I understand."

Mrs. Evans turned her gaze to Justin Evans. "Where were you last night? Sneaking around."

Justin sighed and glanced at Jason.

After a moment of silence, he suddenly spoke. "Mom, I think I found our sister!"

Mrs. Evans swayed, gripping his hand tightly. "Where?"

Justin took out the pendant and handed it to her. "Look, it's our sister's jade! She's in New York!"

Justin had originally intended to let Jason handle the search, but then reconsidered. This matter required their mother and brothers' involvement.

Delaying the search for their sister would be disastrous!

Mrs. Evans trembled as she took the jade, clutching his shoulder firmly. "Tell me quickly, where did you find this?!"

Justin looked at Jason. "He gave it to me…"

Mrs. Evans immediately turned her attention to Jason.

Jason lowered his eyes, a flicker of ruthlessness in their depths. "Aunt, a friend gave this to me. We're already searching. Don't worry, I will definitely find our cousin. It's just… my vendetta…"

Mrs. Evans stated directly, "Find my daughter, and you will be the Evans family's benefactor! This vendetta—I will spare no effort, using the full might of the Evans family, to help you settle it!"

Her tone was commanding. "It's just the Valentines and the Cortez Sect? The Evans family isn't afraid!"

Jason breathed a sigh of relief and quickly nodded. "Thank you, Aunt!"

"First, explain clearly. Where did this jade come from?!"

Jason racked his brain to fabricate a lie. "Aunt, a friend acquired it. The seller was a vegetable vendor. It seems they were struggling and pawned it. They left no contact information."

Mrs. Evans immediately issued an order. "Investigate all vegetable vendors! Look for children around my daughter's age!"

The bodyguard responded, "Yes."

…

Cortez Sect.

Joseph Cortez and Mr. Valentine concluded their brief conversation and said their goodbyes.

Evelyn Ross escorted Mr. Valentine to the parking lot.

The father and daughter, separated since childhood, felt a slight awkwardness together.

Not knowing their relationship had felt more natural. Now, with their identities clear, there was a certain stiffness.

Evelyn was searching for a topic when Mr. Valentine suddenly spoke. "Don't worry. The Evans family wouldn't dare move against the Valentines."

Evelyn nodded.

Mr. Valentine continued, "Evelyn, you can tell me anything. You have family now. I can help you carry the burden."

Evelyn paused, looking at him.

Warmth surged in her heart.

She nodded. "I want to cooperate with the Evans family."

Mr. Valentine was taken aback. "Why?"

To find her mother, she needed to complete the Nan family's task quickly. Though the reason was unknown, having offended Mrs. Evans, cooperation now relied on Mr. Valentine finding a way.

She didn't explain. Mr. Valentine didn't press further. He simply said, "I'll think of a way."

"Thank you."

"Between father and daughter, no need for formalities. Shall I take you home?"

"No need. My people are here."

Evelyn pointed to the low-profile black car by the roadside.

Mr. Valentine looked over, pursing his lips slightly in displeasure. "Doesn't he work? Driving for you every day?"

Evelyn nodded. "He's scared after what happened last time."

Mr. Valentine was silent for a moment. "The Valentine home will always be your home."

"Okay."

Mr. Valentine got into his car under Evelyn's gaze.

The motorcade started. Through the rearview mirror, Mr. Valentine watched Evelyn walk briskly towards that car.

The corner of his mouth lifted. After a long moment, he muttered, "That boy is getting off too easy!"

His secretary didn't catch it clearly. "Mr. Valentine, what did you say?"

Mr. Valentine's face darkened. "Where is Linda Lowell now?"

The secretary immediately replied, "I'll send someone to investigate!"

"Find her and make her suffer! Force a confession. Make her pay tenfold for everything she did to my daughter!"

The secretary was about to respond.

Mr. Valentine suddenly thought of Alexander Vance…