“Look into this. See if Aston visited Volton Hall before. If he did, find a way to bail him out,” Harvey said.

Cliff appeared again when Harvey finished his third pot of tea.

“Sir York, he did go to Volton Hall before coming to our place. When he came out of there, he seemed to have become a different person.”

“I bought off one of the workers there, and I’ve confirmed that the actors were all from the same place.”

“The Volton Hall is involved!”

“After they failed to cause us trouble last time, they embarrassed themselves and ran out of business. They had no choice but to rely on free services to attract customers.”

“They were hoping to shut down Fortune Hall for good this time.”

“What a shame. You’ve outmatched them! Volton Hall will definitely suffer.”

Castiel bit into an apple, his face filled with admiration.

“We shouldn’t have gone easy on them last time, Master York!”

“Who’s the owner of Volton Hall?” Harvey asked.

“A man from the underworld. His name is Waylon Sacket,