Leviticus

Miss Camille's words, delivered with a chilling neutrality, left Mr. Brown drenched in sweat. It's over, completely over now. He hadn't just failed; he'd tarnished the Morgan Family's reputation.

Witnessing Mr. Brown's pathetic, trembling demeanor, Miss Camille expressionlessly rose from the sofa. "From now on, the Saint Denis Morgan Bank will be taken over by me. And you, Mr. Brown, will follow me to apologize to Mr. Dutch Van der Linde. A million dollars bought your dignity, Mr. Brown; that is truly pathetic!"

"Yes… yes! Miss Camille." Mr. Brown was utterly deflated. He dejectedly followed Miss Camille out, but after only a couple of steps, he suddenly remembered something. "Miss Camille, Mr. Van der Linde… Mr. Van der Linde may not be in New Hanover or Lemoyne these days…"

"Hmm?" Miss Camille's brows furrowed slightly.

Mr. Brown bit the bullet and replied, "He previously wanted legal usage rights for Guarma, and Guarma has always been occupied by a Spanish warlord, so Mr. Van der Linde found me, wanting the United States Federal Government and the Cuban government to stay out of it, so he should be in…"

"So you agreed to him," Miss Camille sighed deeply. "So, Mr. Brown, while you were still gloating about extorting a million dollars, perhaps Mr. Van der Linde has already earned ten million dollars using the Morgan Family's name! You truly disappoint me, Rhodes. You've been completely corrupted by this Saint Denis life!"

Miss Camille opened the door and looked at the bodyguards standing outside with rifles. "From now on, every three days, you are to send someone to visit Mr. Van der Linde. When he returns, notify me immediately!"

"Yes, Miss!"

Miss Camille stood at the doorway, gazing at the bustling traffic of Saint Denis outside, recalling the man who, despite his elegant attire and civilized, gentlemanly demeanor, exuded a fierce aura. When she first saw Mr. Van der Linde, she felt he was no ordinary person. Later, his tactics against Bronte's subordinates and his methods concerning women's rights further solidified this belief. But no matter how much she thought, she couldn't have imagined Mr. Van der Linde would be so formidable, developing to his current scale in just half a year.

"Mr. Van der Linde, you truly are an amazing man!"

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"Mr. Van der Linde? How can a mere outlaw be called Mr. Van der Linde!"

A small yacht was slowly sailing on the riverbed outside Annesburg. Leviticus Cornwall, Mr. Cornwall, was currently expressing his bold opinions. These were indeed bold opinions, because New Hanover and even Lemoyne had been swept up by Mr. Van der Linde's magnificent and righteous image. Countless poor people knew Mr. Van der Linde's name, dreaming of going to his factory. And Annesburg was not far from Van Horn Trading Post, so how could Mr. Van der Linde's deeds not be circulating there? In fact, the miners in Annesburg now were all little fans of Mr. Van der Linde. The reason their mining operations started so much earlier this time was because they'd heard from trading teams from Valentine and Rhodes that in the distant Valentine, there was a kind, benevolent, amiable, and friendly Mr. Van der Linde. If Mr. Cornwall's words were heard by the merchants in Annesburg at this moment, they would probably surround and beat him.

Fortunately, at this moment, only three people were sitting in the yacht's cabin: Mr. Cornwall, Fusal, and the familiar Milton. Although not currently hired to strike the Van der Linde Gang, Pinkerton Detective was hired to strike the O'Driscoll Gang, so Milton was still able to receive an invitation from Mr. Cornwall.

"Yes, Mr. Cornwall, that damned Van der Linde is just an outlaw who got lucky to reach his current level. I can't believe he even wants to reach out to our Guarma, it's utterly ridiculous!" Fusal laughed heartily, full of disdain for the Van der Linde Gang. He pointed to the pile of clothes nearby and loudly declared, "This is what happens when Van der Linde wants to move against us, Mr. Cornwall. I've intercepted their goods, and I'm afraid Mr. Van der Linde will suffer a great loss this time!"

This bastard still didn't know that Guarma was about to be landed on, and he probably didn't know what expression he'd have when he got home and was intercepted by the Van der Linde Gang like cargo.

Listening to Mr. Fusal's words, Mr. Cornwall laughed loudly: "Hahahahaha, very good, Mr. Fusal, you did an excellent job! Daring to covet Guarma, the damned bastard, I'll let him know what the power of money is! And as for you, Mr. Milton. Why hasn't Colm of the O'Driscoll Gang been caught yet? I paid for your best service, what did you say back then? You said you would catch him and bring him back to me as quickly as possible!"

"We're close to catching him, Mr. Cornwall. We've used every means allowed by law!" Milton sat in his seat, not daring to retort in the slightest. The position of Pinkerton Detective was very awkward now; virtually no one in the East hired them anymore, and their main source of business was still the West, so he dared not speak out against this famous rich man of the West.

"Law? I think we all know what law is! Go find Colm, catch him, and deliver him to me, leave the law to those who need it! If you can do that, I might just pay for your services again to arrest that damned Dutch Van der Linde! This damned fool, actually dreaming of relying on the Morgan Family to pressure us, I'm afraid I'll have to show him why America is a federal country, not a centralized one!" Mr. Cornwall was seething with rage.

Listening to his words, Fusal also scoffed at Dutch. But Mr. Milton, sitting beside them, had a strange expression on his face. Compared to these damned capitalists, Dutch Van der Linde truly deserved the title of 'Sir'. Mr. Milton felt immensely emotional inside. If Pinkerton Detective truly couldn't survive, then he might go to Van der Linde. He imagined that life in his factory would offer excellent treatment. He'd bring Ross along then; that old man doesn't know how to adapt and needs some guidance.