Earlier, when Miranda went missing at the party, he was in a panic, frantically investigating, only to find that the sisters had vanished without a trace.

He was nearly frantic enough to seal off all exits of the Sanderson family estate when he received a call from an unknown number, leading him here.

"He might be part of the same organization as my mother. I need to find out what he's hiding," Miranda said with determination.

They had to uncover the truth about Joselyn's whereabouts.

"Why don't you both come back with me, and I'll help you investigate further?" Cason suggested.Miranda shook her head.

"Cason, our partnership is over. Ivanna has already made a move against us once. If we return, she will definitely try again. Even if I can take the risk, I can't let my sister face danger with me."

Cason's face turned pale, his eyes filled with complex emotions.

Miranda continued to persuade him, “Cason, today is also a great opportunity for you. You can act devastated, thus lulling the enemy into a false sense of security. Then you can work with your mother to gain more, and later, pretend to recover and rise again..."

"Do you really think these things matter to me?" Cason suddenly laughed at himself, speaking softly. "Don't you know how I feel about you?"

Even Lilah could sense the helplessness and pain in Cason.

She dreaded the thought of Miranda getting too involved and returning with him.

"I know, " Miranda smiled, "but I don't care." She was even a bit ruthless."

You know, we are in a partnership, each taking what we need.

Now that we've achieved our goals, we can part ways. From now on, you won't have me as a blemish in your life, and I won't think of you again. We'll go our separate ways."

With that, she quietly turned to Lilah, "Sister, let's go."

Lilah almost didn't react, surprised by Miranda's decisiveness.

"So, you called me here just to say goodbye?" Cason's voice was especially low as he watched Miranda's retreating figure.

Miranda didn't look back, nor did she say another word.

She and Lilah found a hotel on the outskirts of Kuskeonga that didn't require registration and took the man inside, interrogating him through the night.

"You can torture me all you want, but I won't talk," the man sneered defiantly.

Lilah took a sip of the red wine Miranda handed her, picking up a toothpick casually. "Sis, where should I hit him?"

"Where hurts the most?" Miranda asked, having never witnessed Lilah's prowess in interrogation before.

Lilah downed the wine in one gulp. "Watch this!"

With a swift flick of her wrist, the toothpick flew out and landed just shy of a critical area on the man's lower abdomen.